Page 4 of Be My Sinner

Those long fingers tighten until she attempts to thrash in their grip. Her pale blue eyes widen in terror as he increases the pressure of his grip, watching her pretty face contort into a haunting shade of purple, and her body succumbs to the fight, going limp atop of him.

He choked her out, and she passed out. My blood rushes in my ears, sweat dampening my palms as I once again wrestle with my decision to pull the trigger and end his life. It would be so easy, so swift.Just one fleeting moment, and he could cease to exist.

Before I can decide, I watch, almost mesmerized, my jaw becoming slack, as Ezekiel uses the girl’s moment of distress to push his pierced cock inside the same hole his companion is in, stretching her wide with both of their long, thick cocks inside of her pussy. He doesn’t hesitate and starts moving in and out with a slow, lazy rhythm, causing her to return to herself slowly.

Suddenly, their combined thrusts pick up as she thrashes again between them, trying to dislodge Ezekiel from behind her while they both use her for their pleasure. At first, fear is evident in her features, but within moments of their combined efforts, her expression eases, and the look on her face conveys that she is no longer frightened but instead in a twisted version of ecstasy. I watch her eyes roll back as they thrust into her in unison.

Abraham’s fist enters her hair, harshly pulling her long blonde strands and forcing her neck to bow at a sharp angle. Whatever he says to her causes her body to yield entirely to the sensations they are stirring within her, and she goes limp, allowing herself to be used and dominated.

I watch as he bites her hard on her collarbone and then on her shoulder, blood appearing on the surface and screams of pain and shock crossing her face, tears sliding down her face, and her lips trembling.

Abraham tightens his hold on her neck again while Ezekiel bends forward, leaving teeth marks all along her creamy flesh. Ezekiel reaches forward, grabs one of her breasts, and squeezes the globe tightly before slapping it with the palm of his hand, and I watch it bounce. My traitorous clit throbs painfully in my panties, knowing full well how we would love to receive a slap like that, just not from those monsters.

He yanks her face to the side and slaps her hard, leaving the imprint of his fingers in red marks across her high cheekbone. I watch Abraham laugh at his companion’s actions, his face moving forward and biting her jaw as she thrashes in their grip. She’s trying to stop them from hurting her while delivering scratches to their skin. Her only weapon in self-defense against the two demons is her nails. She catches Abraham with her claws and scratches down his arm; blood seeps up from his wound, bright red, and brings me a sense of satisfaction on her behalf. They are both slamming into her so forcefully now that I know they are nearing their completion.

Abraham angrily tightens his grip on her neck again, his eyes narrowing and nostrils flaring. A rose blush crosses his chest and neck, as he holds her away from his body and stares intently into her pale, terrified eyes while Ezekiel pounds into her from behind. He reaches forward and pulls on an erect nipple while, using his other hand to hold her in place and force her body to take their punishing strokes.

Her face is now completely flushed red, and I watch as her pale eyes widen dramatically as though they might burst from her skull. He doesn’t relent; if anything, he further tightens his grip on her neck. Her mouth opens like a dying fish desperately trying to siphon air inside. She tries frantically to dislodge his hold with her fingers. Scratching and slapping at his grip, but it’s useless; his grasp on her throat is too tight. I watch as she loses consciousness again and stills, but he doesn’t release her this time.

What the fuck? Release her! FUCK, release her!My mind screams, willing me yet again to press my finger on the trigger.

No, she’s alive, she has to be.They wouldn’t kill her just like that, would they? Unease fills me as I continue to watch them both use her pussy and body, leaving marks all over her like two savage animals ravaging her. Her body spasms between them, fighting for survival. Even then, Abraham continues to hold her neck tight as the two of them find their release and cum inside of her, finally stopping their movements and use of her with their shudders. He releases his hold on her neck, and she flops to the side, her body limp as they laugh.Holy mother of fuck.

Ezekiel’s head turns towards the window, narrowing his green eyes and his forehead furrowing as he scans the thick trees outside. It’s almost like he can feel my eyes on him. I hold my breath. I know I’m well hidden, and there is no way he can see me from his current position, but still, my heart rate rises with anticipation and fear. After a few more seconds, he turns away, and I see his shoulders relax once again. I release the breath trapped inside my lungs on a low exhale.Too close, Dinah, too close.

Abraham leans forward, both of them still impaled deep inside of the girl’s cunt, as his mouth reaches for Ezekiel’s lips. Their lips collide with a fiery hunger, moving harshly against each other. It’s a passionate and violent war of teeth, tongues, and hands gripping as they eat each other’s mouths. Both of them start moving inside of her again. Fucking her cunt, while she lays half off of them and unmoving. Please tell me she’s just passed out and not dead. Fuck.You know the answer, bitch. You knew it before even asking the question; you just don’t want to admit it out loud,my mind whispers in disgust.

I watch, stunned and unable to move, as their hands slide against each other’s chests roughly, trying to get impossibly close while the prone body of the girl still lies between them as they continue to fuck her. Ezekiel pulls out suddenly from her cunt and stands, pointing his pierced cock at the other man’s mouth, still covered in her wetness and their combined cum. Abraham opens his mouth wide and swallows it to the back of his throat, while still fucking the unconscious girl with his cock.

Holy fuck.It all makes sense now. The pieces are falling into place. That’s why they don’t participate in the orgies with the rest of their brothers. That’s why they prefer to take their ‘gifts’in secluded privacy. It’s one thing to share a ‘gift’; I’mnot sure anyone in the Brotherhood would bat an eyeball at that, but to fuck each other? Two Brotherhood members, especially two prominent ones? That might raise a few eyebrows, no matter who their fathers are.I got you now, motherfuckers. I now know your little secret.

The tranquility of the night is shattered by a solitary sound in my elevated vantage point. A nightingale’s song captures my attention, causing my eyes to strain and explore the darkness below, seeking its concealed source.Where are you, my love?Its haunting call beckons me, a gentle reminder to return to his side. I’ve lingered here far too long.

I know I’ll never catch sight of him unless he chooses to reveal himself. He’s just as adept as I am at remaining concealed. Another specter walking the earth, this one determined to aid in my plans.

I spy his shadowed form down on the ground, hidden amongst the thick shrubbery at the base of the next tree. With one last regretful and pained look through the rifle lens at the two males and the poor female who now lies discarded on the ground at their feet, I throw the rifle strap over my shoulder and climb quickly and silently down from my perch, vowing that they will pay for what I witnessed here tonight. She will not be forgotten, and her life will not have been in vain.

My thoughts keep turning over with visions of how I will hurt them, distracting me as I make my way towards my refuge, my sense of peace. A beam of moonlight hits his chiseled face and lights it up, and my breath catches in my throat. My hands flex, and I tighten them at my sides to prevent myself from reaching out and running my fingers down the side of his jaw. He looks like an angel of death coming to bring my final bout of peace. I close my eyes and inhale the crisp, clean night air deeply to steady myself.

The deep scar along the perfection of his razor-sharp jaw does nothing to mar its beauty. If anything, it enhances it with its roughness and signal of danger. A warning to others that this creature before me is a fighter. He’s survived anyone who has come for him. That part of him is what always calls to me with a thirst that only he seems to be able to quench. He’s a soothing balm to my terror-filled soul, even if he, too, is a demon in the flesh.

The wetness between my legs, and the clenching of my core, reminds me that I’m still revved up from watching those devils fuck that blonde to within an inch of her life.Are you sure she’s still alive? Don’t fool yourself, bitch.She has to be. I have to believe that she is, and it was just some sick game they played with her; otherwise, I may storm into that house and kill those two without a second thought right now. I take a deep breath and then another, trying to calm my mind.

For a brief moment up in that tree, I had wished for it to be me spit-roasted between those two traitors, enjoying the pleasurable and painful ministrations of their long cocks. But now that my feet are back on solid ground, the reality of what I just witnessed is hitting me.

Do I feel grief or compassion for her being forced into whatever sick game they are playing?No. Much like mine, her fate was determined before either of us could stop it from coming to fruition. The minute we took a miserable breath in this life, our fates were already sealed. Do I feel guilty for getting off on her being used?Maybe.No, not maybe, I do. This darkness inside of me is twisting my thoughts and making me lose parts of my humanity and my compassion.

Like he can read my dark thoughts, and the war going on inside of my head, my scarred demon quirks his sinful lips and examines me from under lowered lashes. “Something got you a little hot and bothered, my little Nightstar?” He nuzzles my neck, inhaling the scent of my skin. His warm breath caresses my overheated flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The clean, minty-sage scent he exudes gives my tormented soul an instant sense of solace.

My blood heats and races through my veins, surging with a jolt of adrenaline and a touch of fear the moment his voice reaches my ears. My mind tries to convince me to hit fight or flight, knowing full well we could never escape him, while my pussy spasms and begs for the pounding she knows he can deliver. He, too, is a vicious predator, and I am his ever-willing prey.

“If I slipped my fingers into your warm cunt right now, would I find you soaked, my pretty little star?” His smug smile in the moonlight tells me he already knows the answer to his question. He would find me drenched, and my arousal slickening the inside of my black leggings. A moment of guilt tries to rise once again within me at the source of that arousal.

I don’t bother to answer him and take a few steps back into the shadows and away from my prey for the night; the two who deserved a bullet in each of their brains. There is no sense in tempting fate further and getting caught, however, no matter my current desires. That would put a huge wrench in my plans.

He follows me on silent steps until we reach a thick crop of pine trees, and his hand grabs my long dark ponytail and pulls my body tightly against his. Even through the fabric covering my back, I can sense the heat radiating from his body and his chest moving harshly against me. It appears I’m not alone in my aroused state. I wonder if he disobeyed me and watched them fuck her, instead of keeping an eye out for enemies and threats in our midst.

His grip on my hair doesn’t lessen as he pushes me down to my knees on the forest floor. “Pull your tights and panties down to your knees, my little dark star.”

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