Page 84 of Be My Sinner

“Of course,” I nod and rise from the table, my gaze meeting Dinah’s one last time before heading out of the room with the other men.

I stop before crossing the threshold of the room, unable to help myself from getting another glance at her like some love-sick fuck. I look back at my Snow and witness her shyly smile at me, a warm sensation hitting my chest. She is beautiful, even in that hideous light green gown my mother had sent over for her to wear. I hope she’ll let me rip it off of her frame before we head out for our night’s adventure.

Sammy follows me out of the room and down the hall to the study, my new ever-present shadow. I watch as he again takes up residence against the furthest wall, hoping to be forgotten.

I sit across from Abraham, who quirks his lips at me as my father starts pouring expensive scotch into glasses, and handing them out. Abe got in here earlier with the pretense of needing a drink to deal with his father, and spiked my father’s coke. The bastard still keeps it in a silver metal box in one of the study’s desk drawers. I almost want to roll my eyes at how easy he makes it to fuck him over.

“So, will we be expecting the sounds of a grandchild before the year is out?” My father queries as he hands me my glass, and I watch Abe choke on the sip of his own drink. The question has me pausing in my motions. I never questioned whether Dinah was on anything when I fucked her at our wedding. Sacred Wives are not allowed to use birth control methods; they are encouraged to be broodmares for the Order. Could she possibly be already carrying my child?

I yank myself out of the pleasure that soars through me, at the thought of her stomach filling and growing round with my child. She must be on something, she’s been fucking Sammy all these years, and he wouldn’t have risked getting her pregnant. That would have been hard to explain, with her requirement of being a virgin before I married her. Whatever she’s on, I want her off and filled with my spawn immediately.

“We are certainly trying,” I lie through my teeth as I take a deep pull from my drink.

“Good, that’s very good to hear, son. The sooner she starts producing heirs for the Rothesays, the better. The Lord’s army needs Brotherhood soldiers to fight the evil in the world,” Peter exclaims as he sits beside his son, who purses his lips at his words.

“All of the Camrose holdings will be transferred to you in the next day or so, Ezekiel. The Holy Father seems to be dragging his feet in releasing Dinah’s vast fortune. Once you have those in your possession, and with the Rothesay fortune, our family will be the second wealthiest in the world, second only to the Holy Father himself.” My father moves towards his desk, pulls out the silver box, brings it back, and settles it on the table between us.

From the corner of my eye, I see Sammy shift, his attention centered on my father’s words. Did he not realize how wealthy the Camrose family was? How Dinah stood to inherit all of it so that it could be passed onto her future husband? In our world, fortunes are held in trust through the female line, and passed down to the males who marry them. Dinah Camrose Rothesay was and is one of the wealthiest people breathing on this godforsaken earth.

I watch as my father opens the lid of the ‘coke’ box and pulls out a baggie from within, spilling its contents on the glass coffee table between us. He uses a small metal ruler from the box’s contents to separate small, neat lines. Then, he takes a short metal straw and snorts the first line. He passes the straw to Peter, who doesn’t hesitate to snort the next one, before passing the straw to Abe.

I watch with apprehension as Abe stares longingly at the white powder before us. I can see the craving for just a taste crossing his features. Abe’s been dabbling more and more with drugs since Gabriel’s death, and I really worry that the fucker has gotten himself addicted.

I reach forward, pulling a joint from the pocket of my dinner jacket and waving it in front of him. “We much prefer this to that old-timey shit, old man.” I grin at Peter as I hand the rolled blunt to Abe.

“Of course you do; your generation doesn’t understand a good thing. Always trying to tarnish what the ones before it have built.” My father reaches forward, removing the straw from Abe’s hand, and takes another hit. I would say something about him slowing down, but really, I don’t give a shit if he leaves this world in a coke haze. I can guarantee my mother will be dead within an hour of his death, at my hands, and then I can be the orphan I always wanted to be.

Abe sparks up the blunt that is more tobacco than marijuana. I couldn’t have either of us stoned off our asses, as we need to be in our right minds to help Dinah. There is no way I’m risking her getting hurt or caught, because one of us was too shit-faced to see the danger. Plus, a part of me worries that she’ll run away from me with Sammy at the first opportunity she gets.

My father and Peter start to discuss business, and grumble about who’s trying to gain more power within the Order. I tune them out, taking the blunt when it’s handed off by Abe and enjoying the feel of the rich scotch, as it burns its way down to my stomach.

Tonight, I’ll prove that I care about her. That she’s important to me. She will see it, and so will that fucker, Sammy, then hopefully she’ll come to me willingly. She’ll want me the way I want her, with a desperation that makes me more insane every moment that I don’t touch her. She’s mine, and I mean to claim her again tonight, and every day of our lives.

I watch as Dinah drags the sharp blade down the side of Blaine St. Andrews’ face, blood instantly rising in its wake. He groans behind the thick gag that Sammy placed in his mouth and tries to flinch away from the pain, but the constraints around his body keep him firmly in place.

It’s fascinating and exhilarating, watching her derive pleasure from hurting someone else. She’s completely enthralled in her work. Her gray-blue eyes shine with a madness that is both frightening and enchanting. Her mask, the lower part of her face, neck, and chest, are already splattered with blood from when she stabbed the St. Andrews’ heir repeatedly while he begged her for mercy. One she refused to grant him before ending his life and cutting off his cock, then feeding it to him.

I won’t stand here and say the sight of a man’s dick being cut off didn’t affect me. I cringed and cradled my own junk, and so did Abe, but watching her shove it down that whining cunt’s throat, and how she giggled as she did it brought me immense pleasure. The fact that Sammy didn’t even flinch tells me he’s already become desensitized to the whole thing.I think we are all a little psychotic here.

“Death must come for us all, Blaine St. Andrews; none will be spared my wrath. You cannot live with your sins in the darkness forever, and I cannot wait for my vengeance in this lifetime. You must pay the price.” Dinah stabs the blade into his shoulder, and blood rushes down his chest.

“You are trapped in a nightmare from which there is no waking; there is no longer a time for the sacred. No one will be left to save you when I am done. Today, you will meet your maker; may he have mercy on your blackened soul.” She removes the blade and slams it into his other shoulder as he screams in terror and pain.

Abe circles them, a manic look across his half-masked face. He’s enjoying her savagery and how she’s dealing out punishment and pain. Her fury and bloodlust speak to his, and he looks ready to throw her on the ground and fuck her in the circle of blood staining the floor around them.

I bet she would taste divine, fueled by rage. Her hot, toned body covered in the blood of her enemies as her tight pussy strangles my tongue and then my cock. I slide my hand down the front of my pants and palm my dick. Abe’s eyes follow the movement, and before I can say anything, he’s before me and dropping to his knees.

“Shhh, let me worship you,” he utters.

My eyes rise above his head and meet Dinah’s, as she watches Abraham from the short distance, the blade still clutched in her blood-covered hand. She turns away from me just as Abe reaches up and undoes my button, and pulls down my zipper, freeing my hard cock from the confines of my pants. He strokes me up and down, his thumb circling my pierced tip and spreading the drops of precum already spilling from my rigid length.

“There is no God left on this earth. There will be no salvation from your false Order. I will show you no mercy as I send your soul to the depths of hell. You will be forgotten, Blaine St. Andrews.” She pulls the blade from his shoulder and slides it across his throat, slashing harshly and causing blood to arc up and cover her.She’s beautiful, a creature filled with sin.

Abe takes me deep into his warm mouth and sucks. Watching her commit horrific murder while Abe takes me deep into the constricting haven of his throat almost has me staggering and falling to my ass. I have never been as turned on as I am right now, watching her lose herself in stabbing Blaine repeatedly, until there doesn’t seem to be a part of him that she hasn’t reached.

Sammy moves forward and takes the blade from her, his hand rising to gently cradle her face as he speaks words to her, too quiet for me to hear. My head tips back and I deepen my stance, as Abe’s mouth starts to bob up and down on my cock, bringing me so much pleasure that it has my balls threatening to tighten up and spill down his tight throat. His groan vibrates along my length and has me digging my fingers into his thick, brown hair and pulling him closer, forcing him to swallow more of me.

A loud moan sounds in the room filled with Abe’s slurping and gagging noises, and my deep groans. I raise my head to stare at Dinah and Sammy. He has one of his hands down the front of her pants, thrusting his fingers into her pussy while the other is wrapped tightly around her throat. Her face has gone slack, her pretty pouty lips, speckled with another man’s blood, are open, and her eyes are wide with dark desire.

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