Page 40 of Be My Sinner

Fuck,mybackiskilling me from where that son of a bitch pummelled me. The only thing that helps stave off the pain is the reminder of how many times I sliced him, and all the damage that I did to him.You didn’t kill him, though. In fact, you stopped Sammy from pushing him off the cliff,my mind questions my actions.

My eyes dart to a furious Sammy in the seat next to me. He’s driving through the back roads and wooded areas back to the place we call home. The place where I am as much a captive as he is, or at least that’s what the Brotherhood likes to think.

“Stop fucking acting like a little bitch, Sammy,” I yell as I push the seat back and lift my feet to the dashboard, trying to get more comfortable and straining to get a deep breath in through my lungs.Fuck, Zeke got me good. Who knew the ass was such a good fighter?

Sammy slams on the brakes, and the car shrieks loudly. And I almost end up with one of my booted feet going through the front window. “Are you fucking serious right now, Dinah!” He roars as he slams his fists repeatedly on the steering wheel with unsuppressed aggravation.

Honestly, I am starting to fear for the safety and stability of the stolen vehicle we are traveling in. I have never seen Sammy so angry with me in our six years together. His beautiful skin is blotchy with red spots, his nostrils are flaring, and his hair is a disheveled mess, having fallen out of his hair tie during the struggle with Zeke. When he turns his dark blues towards me, they are lit from within with a raging inferno of blue fire.Ah, shit, here we go.

“He could have fucking killed you, Dinah! If I had been a moment slower, he would have. You’re fucking covered in blooming bruises already, and that cut is still bleeding.” He reaches out and grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing me to continue to hold his gaze. “How could you have been so fucking irresponsible? Why did you follow him to the cliffs?”

His anger is valid; I was irresponsible. I thought I could take Zeke, and I probably could have, had I not hesitated with my blades. I’m still furious with myself for my hesitation. Sammy is right; Zeke could have killed me. I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to.

It was never the plan to follow Zeke outside of the house. We went there to mess with both Abraham and Zeke a little more. The goal was to make them feel vulnerable in their space, maybe set fire to more of their shit. To leave another reminder that they were weak, sitting ducks, just waiting for the‘Ghost’to take them out. Was it immature?Sure, but a girl has to get her rocks off where she can in this miserable world.

When I saw Zeke start an argument with Abe and then storm off outside, I couldn’t help myself. I felt this intense need to follow him. To see where he went and what he did. That’s how I ended up tracking him to the cliffs and lying in wait for him. A dark predator hunting her prey. I just never anticipated the prey would fight back the way he did.

Zeke looked so sad and conflicted out there, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. For a brief moment, I witnessed the boy I used to know, and have a crush on, before me instead of the hardened man he has become—the monster who hides behind pretty tattoos and stunning green eyes.

Then, the memory of my brother lying in his casket invaded my mind, bringing with it a cold chill. The way that both those fuckers disrespected him at his funeral by showing up inebriated. How they treated me with no compassion or respect after all our years together as children.

They were supposed to have been his closest friends. His support system, his allies. He loved them. How could they have behaved that way? The thoughts that plague me incessantly on whether they were responsible for his death began to whisper to me like slithering, vicious tongues in my ears. The same rage that invaded me made me blind to my surroundings. The blade flew from my hand before I even had time to think or second-guess my actions.

After that, it was a fight between the two of us, each one trying actively to maim the other. Did I lose a sense of myself, and become more animal and predator than human out there?I guess I did.His scent surrounded me, along with the smell of the ocean below us and the rich aroma of the pine trees above us. The night sky called to me, asking me to shed his blood in honor of my fallen brother and mother.

Brotherhood blood. Traitor blood. A monster’s blood.

Each slice from my blade, each kick from my feet, and each punch from my fists made me feel alive. Adrenaline sped through my body, giving it a euphoric feeling similar to the one I receive when I’m slicing up the throats of the Founding Fathers. Every drop of Zeke’s blood that appeared before me made me crave to see more.

When Zeke got the upper hand, I almost laughed at my own stupidity. Did I really believe taking him and Abe on would be that easy? Did I honestly think he was weak like those other preening, useless sons of the Founding Fathers? With my own two eyes, I had seen the violence and mayhem he was capable of. Zeke is as much a killer as I am. He enjoys the feeling of taking a life, just like I do.

His monster calls to my own in a sweet serenade of violence. The darkness in both of us is swirling and all-consuming, changing who we once were, who we were meant to be and rebirthing us into these depraved and unhinged beings we now are.

As he stared down at me, those emerald eyes sparkling with moonlight and his face filled with rage, I had never seen a more beautiful sight. Not even the sight of ruby blood pouring down from my victims could compete with the man trying to kill me, while I struggled to stay alive. A part of me wanted him to complete his task, just to see if he would. I wanted to see how far the monster within him could be pushed.

Desire raced through my body in that perverse moment. At what could have been my final instance on this earth. Causing my pussy to be soaking wet and my core to clench painfully at the thought that he wouldn’t stop. His would be the last face I saw before I joined my brother and mother in the afterlife.

Just when I thought that was my last moment, it all changed in the blink of an eye, with Sammy tackling him and the both of them fighting each other. When Sammy got the upper hand and choked Zeke out, a sense of relief and regret filled me simultaneously.

I know, I know. I’m one messed up bitch.Who goes around craving not only the death of others but their own?Apparently, this messed up girl right here.

I watched as Sammy dragged an unconscious Zeke to the cliff’s edge, and prepared to roll him off it. My heart stuttered painfully in my chest at the thought of never seeing Zeke again. In that moment, I couldn’t let it end that way. I couldn’t let Sammy take Zeke away from me. I grabbed onto Sammy and yanked him as hard as I could. He released his hold on Zeke, allowing him to hit the hard dirt with a sickening thud.

“What the fuck are you doing, Dinah?” His dark blue eyes radiated confusion through the slits in the mask he wore. It was sitting haphazardly on his face after the struggle, and I longed to see his expression below it. To see the man who was my everything for all these years. The man who would set the world on fire for me, and watch it burn with no remorse.

I reached up and pushed the mask upwards until all of his features were revealed to me. His mouth was in an angry scowl, his skin flushed with sweat from the fight with Zeke, and his scar that I love on display, making him perfectly imperfect.

“Don’t,” I pleaded, lifting my own mask so he could clearly see my expression.

“This is insane, Nightstar! He would have fucking killed you!”

“I know. Don’t, Sammy. Please.” I grabbed the fabric of his thick black hoodie across his chest and pulled him forward a step and then another. He hesitated momentarily, the fury of the moment still riding him. Then he moved with me further into the treeline. With one last look over my shoulder, I watched Zeke’s still form becoming more distant.

“I was careless, Sammy. I wanted to see what he would do after that fight with Abe. I…I’m not even really…sure why I followed him out to the cliffs. I wasn’t going to make my presence known; just stalk him.” I shrug, pulling back from his tight grasp on my hair.

“What the fuck changed then?” He releases me and turns in his seat until his body completely faces me with just the gear shift between us. I can smell his rich scent, a mixture of mint, sage, and sweat tantalizing my nostrils. The smell alone makes me want him, but the look of barely restrained fury makes me need him.

He must sense where my thoughts are heading because the corner of his mouth lifts in a mocking smirk. He knows that the violence turns me on, that it does dark and depraved things to me. He benefits more often than not from that depravity. I squirm in my leather seat, the wetness in my panties coating my already swollen pussy lips and making my thighs wet.

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