Page 73 of Be My Sinner

I move towards the bed, the feel of my long hair against my body the only warmth and comfort in the room. My body, mind, and soul feel like blocks of pure ice. I swear it to myself and my mother, who has gone to her early grave with calls for vengeance, I will murder every man of the Brotherhood who enters this room to make me feel like a victim. I tighten my hand around my only weapon. I will never allow them to make me feel powerless again.

Chapter 37

The Forsaker

Zeke

Thedoorswingsopen,revealing Sarah’s masked face, and our eyes meet in a knowing gaze. Concern is evident in her topaz eyes. She must have been the one to assist Dinah in concealing the tattoos. Does she know that Dinah is not a virgin anymore? Would Dinah have confessed something so dangerous to her?

What choice did she have, asshole? You left her to fend for herself,my mind chastises.The grimace etched across her face leaves me with a sinking feeling that she does.Damn it, can she be trusted?

She blocks the doorway with her slight frame, shoulders stiff, and head held high. A battered queen with no power. Defiance radiates from her form and reminds me of her son, who shares some of her attributes, including pure stubbornness. “You will protect her, Ezekiel Rothesay, or I swear by the life of my own son, I will find a way to end yours.”

She doesn’t even give me a chance to respond, pushing away from the doorframe and silently walking down the hall.Guess that answers that.Footsteps arriving behind me have me pivoting, my mind still trying to process the fact that sweet, gentle Sarah Mercier just threatened my life. My gaze lands on the men behind me, and anger immediately springs to life within me.

My father and Peter stand together, with their masks on the top of their heads, and anticipation clear in their features. Disgust fills me, knowing my father wants to watch Dinah, a girl he has known since birth, get railed. There’s no point in arguing that he shouldn’t be part of the ceremony. He’s a high-ranking member of the Order, and it is his right to participate, even if it’s revolting.

Surprise fills me as I notice the man approaching in his golden robe and mask in place. It’s the same member of the Holy Father’s entourage who carried the sword. His dark eyes meet mine, and again, he gives me that sinister smirk.Who is he?

“I will be representing the Holy Father, who did not think it appropriate to be a part of this ceremony, given his kinship to the bride.” He stares at my father with apparent revulsion as he utters the words. My father shifts uncomfortably but disregards the barb sent his way.

A few more members of the Brotherhood approach in their black robes and white half-masks. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I glimpse Abraham and Sammy coming up behind them. My molars clench so tightly that I feel like one of them will crack. What the fuck is he doing here? Abraham should be back at the house resting, not trying my fucking patience.

Peter whirls around and spots his son, surprise registering on his features. “Son, you should be resting. What are you doing here?”

“I will be partaking in the ceremony as Ezekiel’s oldest friend,” Abraham states, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Abraham, that is not possible, son. There is already one member of your household present, your father. It would not be proper to have two,” my father replies with agitation.

“Let the boy participate; after all, he and your son are best friends, brothers even under the Brotherhood. I am sure the Holy Father would approve. It is an honor to witness a Sacred Wife lose her purity and become sanctified.” The sword carrier responds without ever diverting his gaze from me. This motherfucker is getting on my last nerve. My hands clench at my sides as I try to remain composed, resisting the urge to erupt in violence.

“You, guard. Fetch another chair from that other room. You can carry it inside when we enter,” my father instructs Sammy, who grits his jaw, acknowledges his request, and enters the room to retrieve the additional chair.My father is a pure asshole.

Abe and I watch Sammy intently, witnessing how utterly miserable he is and how he’s trying hard to disguise it. I can see Abe’s sadistic smirk starting to tip his lips upwards from the corner of my eye. He knows full well why I’ve forced Sammy to be the guard in the room; we are both fucked up and sadistic assholes. Some salt needs to be rubbed deeply into wounds. Sammy’s about to learn the hard way that I don’t play fair.

When all thirteen men, plus Sammy holding the extra chair, are ready with their masks in place, I open the door and enter ahead of them. The muted light of golden candlelight greets me, and the scent of bergamot, amber, and vanilla teases my senses. I see her outline through the sheer curtain as she stands piously before the bed.My little Snow.

Amidst this dimly lit chamber, the shadows will help to conceal the twisted desires of its attendants. I’m almost grateful that my Snow will not have to see their reactions to her and the lust that already graces some of their features.

I slip around the curtain as the men follow suit, filing inside and taking their seats. I take note that the Holy Father’s man, my father, Peter, and Abe, take front-row seats to watch me defile my bride. Sammy moves over to the furthest wall next to the door after placing the last chair into position, his gaze refusing to glance in Dinah’s direction.

Could I have endured what I’m subjecting him to? Could I have stood by and watched another man coerce the woman I love into marriage, and then watch with a group of malignant men as he fucked her before us?

No.I would’ve already slaughtered everyone in this room. He is stronger than I thought, which is a pity. I was hoping that he would explode so I could have a reason to murder him, and break my promise to Dinah. With him out of the way, she would be dependent on me. He’s proving that desire to be more challenging to obtain than I expected.

His self-restraint is commendable. I have no doubt in my mind that he is vividly picturing murdering every single person in this room, and taking Dinah and running. Too bad for him, they would never leave this cathedral alive.

My attention returns to the dark-haired beauty before me, in the sheer white nightgown that trails to the floor and covers every inch of her, while also revealing every beautiful curve and the perfection of her body.

Not a hint of ink is visible, and I send up a quick thank you to Sarah in my mind for assisting her. Her thick, loose, ebony waves cover the round globes of her breasts, keeping them hidden from prying eyes. Her perfect pink pussy is visible through the sheer fabric, the sight making my cock come to full attention in my pants.

Fuck, she’s so beautiful.Even in this stupid, shapeless nightgown, she’s an erotic sight.

I draw nearer to her, my hand extending to seize a thick tendril of her hair, wrapping it around my finger and tugging gently. I compel her to lift her gaze from the ground and meet my eyes, my large body helping to obstruct the view of her small form from those seated and waiting. Her pale steel blue eyes, with a coldness that makes the Arctic feel warm and fuzzy, meet mine, and I see a maelstrom of anger within their depths. I lean forward, my lips meeting her forehead as I whisper, “trust me, Snow.”

Some of the tension leaves her shoulders at my words, but one of her hands remains clenched at her side. I trail my lips down over her eyes, kissing each of them until her thick lashes flutter underneath my lips. Then I move across to her cheeks, pressing my mouth to each side in a chaste kiss before reaching the ultimate prize of her soft rose-covered lips. I can hear antsy movement behind me, but I ignore their impatience. She is mine now, and I mean to enjoy her.

I allow my lips to press against hers, not demanding to deepen the kiss, both our eyes open and staring into each other. Can she see right into my very soul? Does she witness the darkness within me? Will she ever be afraid of what she sees, or does she recognize a kindred spirit? My evil and madness calling to hers.

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