Page 19 of Be My Sinner

“Fuck…” The word leaves her pillowy lips with a gasp, and a shiver races down her body. I can feel her trembling with the desire for chaos. “Can we do that first?” She questions me with a smirk across her face.

“No. You have to earn my blade and needles on your skin. First, we go set fire to shit, then I get a taste of your flesh, my little Nightstar, and only if you’re my good girl and obey me not to be reckless.”

She pulls away and heads towards the passenger side of the black truck I stole years ago. She opens the door and sits like a little princess in the front seat, waiting for me with electricity and giddiness running across her body.

“Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me, but what a fucking way to go,” I whisper as I round the car, off to once again cater to my little psychopath’s whims.

Chapter 10

The Liar

Abe

Zekehasbeenbrooding,and a moody son of a bitch, ever since the morning he woke up and found the blood-smeared message on his wall. I can’t really say I blame him too much. That would have pissed me off too, if I had been the one to have awakened to that shit.Fucking ‘Ghost’, motherfucker.

I take another sip of my smokey, rich bourbon, lying back against the sofa cushions while I watch the two maids use the rolled-up piece of scripture paper to snort white snow up their noses. Both women have been taking hit after hit ever since they ate each other out for my viewing pleasure. If they’re not careful, they will be strung out and dead bitches on my floor. Not that I mind that in the least, but I prefer to have my cock inside of them when they take their last breaths.

I know, I know…I’m a psycho, but at least I own my shit and don’t try to pretend to be something I’m not.

Why am I sitting here watching them instead of fucking both their pussies? Fuck, if I know. All I know is shit hasn’t been feeling right ever since that morning. The way that Zeke looked at me and fucked me with such desperation, like it would be his last time, has played on repeat in my mind. A feeling of foreboding crawls like insects on my skin, making me itchy and uncomfortable.

That’s probably an aftereffect of all the drugs, fucker,my mind snarls at me.

The fucker just had to open his mouth and bring up the spray paint, and he who shall not be fucking named. I drag my large tattooed hand down my face, releasing a pained and frustrated sigh. I know that Zeke didn’t mean it. He, of all people, feels the loss just as much as I do. A loss that we can’t do anything to remedy, even with all our access to power. There is no bringing back the dead.

My eyes blur as I grab a fistful of the redhead’s hair before me, and I yank her back until she stumbles off her knees and lands on her ass, sprawled naked before me. Her pained cry makes my cock start to harden in my pants.

“You dirty little cunt, come here and suck me deep into that worthless throat of yours. You’ve done enough of my blow for the night.”

She moves into position, opening up my zipper and sliding her hand into my pants to stroke my hardening cock while her friend takes another hit, and then comes over and starts kissing her sloppily. Their tongues war between them as the redhead continues to stroke my cock. I can feel the bead of precum on the tip of my dick, rolling down my thick shaft and meeting her fingers that are not long enough to encompass my girth. I need her to tighten her grip, to give me what I need so that I can get out of my fucking head, even if it’s just for a few moments.

“Baby, do you want me to eat her while she sucks you down?” The question comes from the mousy brunette as she sniffles and wipes her nose. Neither one of them are really anything to write home about; they just happened to be here cleaning when I came back to the house looking for Zeke. Now the fucker is avoiding me, and I’m trying desperately to escape all the thoughts racing on a continuous loop in my brain.

My mind is a dark place that I prefer not to be trapped in. Yet, lately, nothing seems to abate all the thoughts and memories that plague me, day and night. Nothing seems to be helping, not drinking myself stupid or getting so high I can barely see straight. Not even fucking various members of the staff until they are covered in my marks, and I am spent. The thoughts follow me into oblivion, like a desperate mistress who won’t be put aside.

“Get to it, bitches; my cock won’t suck itself.” I get more comfortable on the sofa as the two of them kiss back and forth, and then each of them licks down my shaft in tandem. The brunette wraps her greedy lips around my engorged tip and sucks hard, while the other one sucks one of my balls into her mouth and rolls it with her tongue.

Fuck, that feels good. I reach out and grab the redhead’s perky tit, pulling on the nipple and stretching it, and then rolling it between my thumb and forefinger until she lets out a little gasp. The other one starts to bob her head up and down on my shaft, but her rhythm is off. She’s moving too slow and not sucking me hard enough.

I need more.I need to feel myself throbbing down her tight throat while she chokes on my cock. I use my other hand to grab onto her chin, tightening my grip until her mouth opens over my cock in a grotesque ‘O’, and tears slide down her face.

The tears have my balls swelling and my cock twitching in her mouth. I love watching them cry. I love it when they beg me not to hurt them, knowing full well I will do it anyway. They know the deal when they come to me or Zeke. We get off on the pain, both inflicted and given. It’s better than any drug that we can get our hands on, and trust me, as a privileged son of a Founding Father, I have gotten my hands on all of them at one time or another.

As the heir to a Founding Father, there are no sins that I can commit that our good Lord won’t grant me absolution for. This depraved world our fathers and grandfathers built, from the ashes of the one they burnt to the ground, assures it.

Well, maybe there is one thing that wouldn’t be readily forgiven. I can never be with who I truly want, not with Zeke, and certainly not with the one who is now beyond the grave and unreachable to me.

FUCK! Once again, the image of his dark brown hair, wavy and long, reaching his shoulders, enters my mind. Large blue eyes, a mixture of sapphire and tinges of gray, refuse to leave the forefront of my thoughts. I can almost feel the texture of his soft skin and smell him in the air. His cinnamon and clove scent that used to make me hard just with one whiff. How his body was thinner and smaller than Zeke’s and mine, but made to take us both and provide us so much pleasure.

My mind is playing vicious tricks on me. Bringing up painful memories that I can’t seem to fight, no matter how much I try.Traitor.Betrayer.The words whisper through the recesses of my mind, tormenting me.

The brunette before me takes me deep into her throat, and I slam my palm down on the back of her head, forcing her to take me even deeper. My fingers tangle in her thick chocolate hair and hold onto her tightly, as she thrashes on my lap and tries to come up for air. Maybe if I close my eyes, I can pretend it’s him and not this useless cunt instead.

Ugh, the grunts and cries are all wrong, and the fucking cunt just used her teeth. I slam my palm into the side of her face and then use my other hand to grab her friend around the throat, squeezing my fingers around her until the sound of her harsh breathing is music to my ears. “If your fucking teeth touch me again, I will choke out your friend until she goes to meet our Lord and Savior. Do you understand me, whore?”

I squeeze my grip even tighter as the redhead latches onto my arms with her claws and scratches at my skin, marking me everywhere that she can reach in desperation. The sting of her nails tearing into my skin is exactly what I need, in order to push me towards the euphoria I’m seeking.

Just as the tingling in the base of my spine starts, a loud boom is heard outside that rattles all the windows. The sound makes the house seem like it’s coming down around me. I push off the one sucking my cock, and release my hold on the other one until she falls back to the floor with a surprised, pained cry. I propel myself off the sofa and dash to the window, scanning for the source of the sound. My hard cock bobs through the open folds of my pants, the cool air and the loss of warm lips surrounding it making my erection start to disappear.

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