Page 80 of Be My Sinner

A metallic taste seeps across my tongue from where his teeth have split my lip. A groan leaves his mouth and buries itself in mine, filling me up just like his cock is doing inside of my needy cunt, stretching me until it hurts with his thickness. He pulls out to the tip and slams back inside of me with such force that a scream leaves my lips, and he swallows it with a groan.

His mouth pulls away, and I try to focus my vision on the man on top of me. The one fucking me into the ground with each deep thrust, until it almost hurts with pleasure. His fingers tighten into the flesh of my thigh with a bruising grip, and knowing I’ll have his brand on me makes my pussy contract harder around him.

“Scream for me, Dinah! Scream, my little whore, like your very life depends on it, because it just might!” He groans as he tightens his grip around my neck and lifts my head, only to slam it back down on the forest floor with a groan. My pussy clenches, tightening my hold on his large, thick cock as it throbs within me.

His thrusts are so deep that they have my ass sliding across the ground before he pulls me back into his body, using his grip on my throat and around my thigh. His pelvis rubs against my throbbing clit with each harsh and demanding stroke, heightening all my senses and pushing me closer to the edge. He’s using me like a madman, uncaring if he breaks me, only concerned with his own pleasure.

The sensation of electricity starts at the very base of my spine. The hit of pain from the rock digging into my skin, coupled with how he’s stopping my air from flowing, and how violent his thrusts are, are causing a rising tide within me. One that threatens to drown us both under its ruthlessness.

“You’re my whore, Dinah. You’re their whore too, and together the three of us will use you until there is nothing left of you.” His grip slackens as his face nuzzles my neck, inhaling my scent. Then his teeth bite down on my jaw as I scream for him, my body lighting up like fireworks.

I try fighting back in earnest, using my feet to brace on the forest floor and lift me up on an angle. My head slams forward into his with a hard thud, causing momentary dizziness. My hand grabs a fistful of his hair, and at the same time, I punch him where I know his bullet wound is still healing. I’m a feral animal, deranged and completely lost in the moment. A wild thing that cannot be contained.

I manage to flip us over, and he has no choice but to pull out of me. I immediately feel his loss and an inhuman cry leaves my lips as I scramble on top of him and slam myself down once again on his hard length, riding him hard and fast into the ground and changing the power dynamic between us. I’m no longer the hunted prey; now, I’m the predator.

I no longer know who I am, what I want, or even who I’m supposed to be. All of my emotions and thoughts are in upheaval inside my head.Am I a fighter? A killer? Some unhinged bitch that can’t get enough of this depravity?I’m all those things and so much more; for the first time, it doesn’t scare me. I feel alive on this forest floor with the man I almost killed, taking back some of my power.

A part of me wants to climb deep inside of his mind, heart, and body, and stay there forever, where I know he’ll fight for me. Where I know with a certainty that I never realized until this very moment that Abraham Mercier was always destined to be mine, just like in this moment, I’m his.

My fingers dig into the skin of his jaw, forcing his glazed eyes to stare up at me as I lean forward. “You are fucking mine, Abraham, and I will not share you with other whores. The next time you slip this cock in another woman’s pussy, be ready for me to cut it the fuck off.”

He reaches up and cups my breasts through the ragged and torn fabric of my dress, and twists my right nipple through the material. A low groan hums from his chest, and at the same time, a cry leaves my lips.

“Harder,” I demand.

He slams up from underneath as I ride him, ramming his cock deep inside of me like a ruthless animal determined to mark his mate. Our rhythm fighting each other as he fucks me, and I do my damndest to ride him into the ground. His hand clenches hard on my ass before slapping it once, then again and again. The sting and heat of the slaps adding to the already intense overload of emotions.

“I…own… you, and you own me. Now be a good girl for Daddy, and cum all over my fat cock.” He hits me again on my ass. At the same time, his hand leaves my breast, and he slaps me on my face before pulling me down to his lips for a blinding kiss.

I should fight this. I should try to regain some of my sanity, but a burst of pleasure erupts at the base of my stomach and forces my eyes to close, as I pull away from the kiss. All my thoughts trail off at the sound of our bodies slapping together violently in the large open space filled with nature. I let him take what he wants while allowing the euphoria to explode inside of me in a blinding rush of heat and light.

My whole body tenses as my breath falters, and white spots flicker in my peripheral vision. Abe’s hand wraps around my throat and squeezes tightly. “Come for me, my little whore. Soak my cock with all your juices. Show me how you enjoy being used by me, how you enjoy being mine.” He groans as he cums deep inside of me, the warmth of his cum flooding my pussy, the last vestige needed to push me head-first right over the edge.

I cum in a rush of emotion and heat, my body lighting up from the inside and then going slack in his embrace, as he releases my throat at the last second before darkness tries to claim me. I fall forward over his body, my eyes closing tightly and my breaths escaping me in ragged pants.

When I can finally open my eyes, I pull away from his tight embrace to stare down at him. He’s a mess of dirt and leaves. His face is flushed and sweaty, and his eyes glow with a golden light. A myriad of emotions flicker across his expression, one chasing the other away until satisfaction is all that’s left.

At that very moment, with the way he’s looking up at me like a combination of the boy I used to know, and the ruthless man he has become, I realize that I’ve given him more than just my body. I’ve given him my mind, heart, and hopes for the future, and I still don’t know if he will use it to hurt or break me.

“Well, isn’t this fucking cozy out here in the woods, you both going at it like animals mating in the dirt?”

Chapter 40

The Protector

Sammy

“Well,isn’tthisfuckingcozy out here in the woods, you both going at it like animals mating in the dirt?” The words leave my lips and taste like ash, as I stare down at the woman I love more than life, draped against a man who is our enemy. Is he, though? Would he truly hurt her? Of the two of them, which one is more dangerous to Dinah?

She shoots up from his body as if I had hit her with a lightning bolt and scrambles off him with wide eyes, a striking shade of deep blue-gray, like the calm before the storm, and filled with guilt. When I look deep into those mesmerizing eyes, I feel a sense of need, a longing to protect her from this world that would use and hurt her.She’s mine, my Nightstar. My only reason for living.

A part of me wants to comfort her, knowing that this was always inevitable, that they would always claim her, and a part of her would always belong to them, just as she would always belong to me. The other part of me, the one filled with male aggression, wants to wrap my hands around her throat, and choke her until she stops breathing, for betraying me yet again with one of these privileged assholes.

I shake the thoughts away; in my heart, I know that is not what is happening here. She’s mine, but she is also theirs. It’s a realization that brings with it nothing but despair and anger. I will have to share her if I want to keep her. They can help me protect her from the Brotherhood, from this world that seeks to destroy her, from her very self.

“Now that you two have made up, can we return to the situation at hand, or do you two want to roll around on the forest floor some more?” Ezekiel questions with aggravation, a tic jumping in his jaw.

A tear slides down Dinah’s face, as she tries to gather the fabric of her dress and pull it close to her frame, to disguise what she has done. Another tear follows, and soon, a river of diamonds slides down her beautiful face. I move closer to her and allow myself to fall to my knees in front of her, pulling her to me and tightening my arms like steel bands around her.

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