Page 3 of Be My Sinner

I can see his long, meaty cock slipping in and out of her gaping hole through the lens of the long-range sniper rifle I have trained on him. The sight is disturbing, intriguing, and intoxicating, calling to all the deep desires that live within me. A trickle of sweat makes its way down the back of my neck, even though the night air is cool. Lust, hunger, and anger fill me, warring with each other for dominance.

His dark midnight hair is soaked at the edges with perspiration that trails along that masterpiece that is his torso, covered in beautiful, vibrant art. Each time he pulls out to the tip, the glint of metal catches my eyes.Pierced.Damn, my mouth waters.

Movement from the right momentarily diverts my gaze from the tattooed, naked, virile male before me to a figure draped in black robes. The fabric conceals him within its folds like a shroud of darkness. His presence quickens my heart rate, and stirs anticipation in my stomach like a captive butterfly.

He moves forward, lowering the hood of his robe and removing the white mask that conceals his features. My breath stutters inside of my throat at the beauty I see before me. He’s a striking combination of rugged and handsome, with tousled light brown, wavy hair that frames his strong, chiseled features.

His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of dark pools of melting amber that hold secrets untold, are narrowed at the sight before him. His lips are set in a taut, unyielding line. A hint of stubble graces his square jaw, accentuating his rugged beauty. His confidence is unmistakable and draws you in with its sinister intent. He is beautiful in a menacing way. In a way that darkness is as it sucks all the light out of a space, and you know something evil is about to consume you.

Even if a thick pane of glass didn’t divide us, I’m too far away to hear their words.Pity.The one in the black robe moves forward, smooth and sure in his movements, like a slithering snake, ready to wreak damnation in his wake.

He reaches out and tightly grabs the blonde’s trembling chin in his harsh grasp. His fingers squeeze into her pale flesh, no doubt leaving marks behind in his cruel wake. Her eyes grow enormous and frightful, replacing the look of ecstasy that was present on her face mere moments ago. His expression is a blank mask, giving away nothing of the thoughts that burn within his dark mind. He speaks words to her that make tears slip down her face.

How I suddenly long to lick those tears and taste her sorrow. She’s even prettier when she cries. She’s going to be stunning with their marks placed all over her alabaster skin.The unhinged thought crosses my mind, but I don’t regret it, do I? It’s even fair to say that I might be feeling the tinge of the green monster that lives quietly inside of me. He doesn’t worry me, though; he’s the least of the demons that inhabit me.

I can’t hear their words, but I can imagine them, and they aren’t soothing or compassionate. They trickle through my mind, teasing all the depraved and dark corners. No, they won’t be showing her any mercy. After all, she’s a‘gift’to them. One to be used any way they want, and use they will.

No words of denial will cross her lips, and he wouldn’t care to listen even if she uttered them. He slips three fingers inside of her mouth, stretching it and opening it wide until she looks grotesque. They both laugh at her obvious distress, as the other one continues to mercilessly fuck her from behind. He’s pounding into her so fiercely that even from my distance, I can see her body being pushed forward and pulled back, her skin reddening from his relentless pace.

The man in the robe removes his fingers from her wide-open mouth, a trail of spit sliding down from the corner of her lips to coat her trembling chin. He begins to discard the robe, followed by his black jeans and hoodie, revealing tattooed golden skin inch by inch. It makes me shift uncomfortably in my concealed stance. The pain in my knees becomes pronounced as I continue to watch from my position in the large tree outside their room, hidden by thick branches and foliage—a ghost hidden, observing the sinister and depraved work of the devils that inhabit my world.

They’d removed her from the main room, preferring not to fuck her in the middle of the orgy that was happening after the ceremony with the other members of the Brotherhood. Maybe they only like to share with each other and aren’t into large group activities?Who the fuck knows?Regardless, it makes my task easier and more enjoyable not to have to track them through a crowd. It also makes it more dangerous, and that is a thrill that I can’t pass up.

The man in the robe stands before her naked now, his chest broad and robust, adorned with tattoos that trail down his impressive abdomen, arms, back, neck, and legs. He’s a living work of art, a vibrant and dramatic canvas of colors.

The tattoo connoisseur in me appreciates each of his exquisite pieces, as I peer through my small magnifying glass that brings them into sharp focus. Much like the other man, his body is a canvas adorned with art depicting religious motifs, alongside the emblem of the twisted Order he dutifully serves. Angels, devils, and scripture adorn every accessible inch of his skin. I can’t help but roll my eyes at the lack of originality in his choice of artwork.It appears there are even sheep among the shepherds.

The other male releases his punishing hold on the girl’s hair, and pushes her head with the palm of his large hand towards his waiting friend’s hard cock. His fingers dig into her hair before he fists the blonde strands, and her lips open in a cry of pain. One that brings a tinge of excitement to my own body.

The dark purple tip of a thick cock traces her pouty, pink lips, painting them in shiny precum before making its way into her mouth. He releases his hold on her head and wraps both his hands around her naked, petite waist, and slams into her hard enough to make her mouth move on his friend’s cock.

The man in the robe doesn’t hesitate, slamming into the back of her throat without the slightest hint of benevolence. They use her like a seesaw between them, pushing and pulling while she’s helpless to restrict their movements. Tears cascade down her pretty face as saliva trickles down the side of her stretched mouth, coating her chin and landing on her naked chest.

She gags and tries to pull away, her expression pained but ignored. His hands grip either side of her face, forcing her to take all of him down her throat with so much force that she will be covered in his fingerprints come morning.Beautiful marks for a beautiful girl.Gentleness isn’t in their nature, it seems. I’ll need to remember that to repay them their sins in kind.

Fuck, that’s a pretty sight to witness.For one fleeting and insane moment, I find myself almost wishing I were in her place. Being fucked mercilessly and used by both the man in the robe and the tall tattooed one. My pussy throbs, and I can feel wetness seeping into my panties, causing disgust to ripple through my skin. I shouldn’t desire them; no part of me should be intrigued by either of them. They are both monsters of the Order.

Call them by their names,my mind insists.Don’t let your thoughts wander to these two demons just because you’re feeling desire. Address your enemy by their names, so there’s no confusion about why you’re here.

I roll my eyes at my mind, which never hesitates to call me out for my depravity. One that has taken root within me, growing stronger and deeper as I plunge head-first into darkness with no escape.

Good luck, bitch. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me.It’s natural sexual biology, watching two prime male specimens fucking that helpless girl with ruthless abandon. Of course, I would be turned on. Fuck, it’s no different than watching hard-core porn on the dark net when I can hack it, which I may or may not do. It means nothing that I am aroused.Right?It’s not about them as much as it is about the violence and the control they are perpetuating on her.

My mind is correct about one thing; I should be addressing them by their names. They’re not strangers to me, even though I don’t recognize this version of them. Abraham Mercier and Ezekiel Rothesay are two demons destined to reunite with their brethren in hell someday soon.

My finger twitches on the trigger. It would be so easy to snuff out one of their lives right now. I know I wouldn’t be able to take both of them out before the alarm is raised, signifying a threat to their precious, entitled lives, but just a little more pressure of my finger, and I can end one of those miserable traitors in a heartbeat, unburdening this world of yet another male who uses women only for their own satisfaction.

No!My mind screams—it’s too easy, not enough suffering. They must endure pain and watch their crooked, depraved world crumble at their feet first. Stick to the goddamn plan; we’ve plotted too long and worked too hard to end it like this.

Abraham pulls his cock out of her mouth. I’m almost disappointed that I didn’t get to watch her choke further on it. I close my eyes briefly and shake my head.Gotta stop watching that shit, mymind admonishes me. He moves away from her and stalks towards a black leather sofa in the room. He sits himself down, wide-legged, with a relaxed air like it’s just another Sunday after church, and it’s perfectly normal to be a wall away from a raging orgy and use a submissive girl like a damn yo-yo.

Ezekiel pulls out of her pussy, and I watch as a look of pain, longing, and regret crosses her features. He’s obviously hurting her with his long, pierced dick, but in the best way. The way that causes my own traitorous pussy to clench as his cock bobs up and down, slick from her wetness, against his firm abs as he moves.

Abraham motions for her with his tattooed and ringed hand, and she stumbles on unsteady feet towards him. Her legs almost give out in those ridiculously high heels they have her wearing in the short steps it takes her to reach him. She looks dick drunk already,weak bitch.

She crawls up unsteadily on the sofa cushions and straddles his waist while his cock stands proud and erect below her. He doesn’t hesitate, impaling her on his hard length in one go. I can almost hear her pained scream from my distance. The sound must be beautiful to their ears.I know it would be to mine. I watch from my little lens as her mouth opens wide in the silent scream.Jesus.

He moves inside of her, fucking her from below so violently that she looks like a rag doll being thrown around on top of him. Her limbs and hair move in different directions as he uses her without regard. Ezekiel steps forward, and the movement below her stops as suddenly as it had started, forcing her head to snap back. He pushes her flush against Abraham’s chest, who wraps one muscular arm securely around her waist and his other hand around her throat. His tattooed fingers sprawl along the creamy skin, tightening their grip until I can see panic present on her face.

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