Page 78 of Be My Sinner

I stroll unhurriedly across the lavish stone hallway with its tall archways and indigo-painted walls, featuring priceless paintings hanging with depictions of religious portraits. Momentary humor fills me at their sight, as if the members of this household can be saved from sin.Not fucking likely.It would take a cleansing of significant proportions to do that, and even then, I still think we would be damned.

I enter the room and stop in my tracks. My eyes move quickly and greedily across the forms of the three large males in the room. The three who are never willingly in each other’s company. Ezekiel stands there as a commanding force behind the oversized antique wooden desk, wearing all black from head to toe.A demon just waiting to reap your soul from your body.

His black swirls of ink are on display below the sleeves of his tight t-shirt, and crawling up the span of his neck to where they disappear into his hairline. The faint tattoo on his scalp is partially obscured by his dark hair. His emerald eyes are fixed on Abraham, not even acknowledging my presence in the room.

His face is twisted into an expression I can’t quite read.Is it anger, frustration, or longing?Maybe it’s a bit of all of those emotions combined. I watch as his tongue dips out and wets his full bottom lip, and my core spasms at the sight.

I’d like to say that I’m completely unaffected by him, but the truth is I was already influenced by my desires for him, before I even knew what he felt like deep inside of me, or how his mouth tasted. Now, it’s so much more, and I loathe it. I hate knowing that some part of me would willingly spread her legs for him again and again. That I crave the feel of his harsh lips on mine, and his hand tightening around my throat until I can’t get a breath in.

Abraham sits in one of the sizable burgundy velvet wingback chairs, staring intensely into the lit flames of the fireplace before him. His wavy, chocolate hair shines in the warm light with hints of chestnut, burnt umber, and bronze. His elbows are braced on his knees, and his hands are steepled in front of him as his body leans forward. Like the snake in the Garden of Eden, he’s the picture of sin and corruption, and I long to take a bite of that apple.

His glance briefly lands on me before he glowers in my direction, and returns to looking at the fire, dismissing me completely. His long-sleeved white shirt pulls tightly at all the muscles on his massive upper frame, and his long legs are encased in dark gray, comfortable-looking sweatpants. You would never know the man was shot just under two weeks ago by how he’s been carrying on.

My gaze moves past him towards the farthest part of the room, to the man staring out the window with his back turned towards us. He’s wearing the navy blue uniform of a guard, the dress shirt fitted and stretched across the wide expanse of his back, pulling the material taut to accentuate his muscles. His long legs are clad in dark navy uniform pants. The fabric drapes his muscular legs, tight around his thick thighs, and that round peach-shaped ass, and it makes my mouth water with a need to bite into it.

His dirty blond hair is tied up in a messy man-bun on the top of his head, the sunlight streaming through the window making it appear like rich strands of gold. He’s delicious in all his manly glory, standing there tempting me with need just from his presence. He doesn’t bother to turn around to acknowledge me, but I know he can sense my presence just by how his shoulders tense, and his breathing changes.

Of all the men in this room, he’s the one I am the most disappointed in. He begged me to break our bond and marry that fucker, Ezekiel, only to treat me like shit for doing what he implored me to do. I understand how hard it must have been for him to watch me walk down the aisle to someone else and pledge myself to them, but he’s the one who begged me to do it.

He’s the one who asked me to allow Ezekiel into my body, a place that once only belonged to him. He didn’t have to endure that. I’m the one who felt that overwhelming sense of betrayal as Zeke’s cock entered me, and I enjoyed it. He didn’t have to fight his body and remind it that it belonged to someone else.I had to do that.I had to endure that, and have relived it every day since. He’s acting like a spoiled brat child who got his favorite toy taken away. Meanwhile, my whole world changed, like a tsunami making landfall.

If he’s filled with regret at his choices, he shouldn’t be taking it out on me. I wanted to run away with him. My vote had been to fight our way out. I was willing to die together for what we had. I love him, and my heart aches at this chasm that has appeared between us.

He is my home and safety, and just like a cloud of smoke that has disappeared, I’m utterly alone. My throat aches as the seconds become minutes, and he continues to refuse to look at me.Please, just look at me. Just tell me everything will be fine. Tell me that you still love me. Please.

Ezekiel clears his throat loudly, and forces my attention to return to him from my observation of Sammy. It’s then that I see the look on his face, a mixture of guilt and need; the anger that was just present moments ago is now absent. I have the disconcerting feeling that he was watching me as I watched Sammy.

“Snow, the search for the‘Unholy Ghost’has grown cold, and suspicion is once again starting to rise through the grumblings in the Order. There’s been no trace of the‘Ghost’nor his companion since Abe was shot,“ Zeke scoffs, and I have to stare at him in bewilderment. Is this fucker for real right now? He knows full well why there hasn’t been another sighting of the‘Ghost’,I’m a damn prisoner in his home.

Sammy turns at his words, and I get my first glance at his face today. Dark shadows stain the space below his midnight blue eyes, ones that are filled with misery and pain. He’s sporting dark facial scruff that is longer and more unruly than usual, as if he can’t even be bothered to tidy himself. The shadow of his beard emphasizes the chiseled contours of his jawline, making him appear older and more menacing. His chiseled high cheekbones look gaunt, like he’s not eating enough and has lost weight.

“What’s your point, prick? Who cares what they think?” Abraham questions with a bored expression.

“We do, Abe. We can’t have suspicions pointed in our direction. You were shot, and I was attacked. So far, to my knowledge, we’re the only people who have ever survived an attack by the Unholy Ghost.” Annoyance flickers across Zeke’s face.

“What are you suggesting, Ezekiel? Let’s get to the point, shall we? I have guard shit to do,” Sammy demands with a bitter voice.

The two males stare at each other like two prized lions about to go at it, while Abraham and I watch as bored spectators. Sammy takes a few steps towards Ezekiel, his hands fisted, nose flaring, and Ezekiel moves around the desk with the same aggression. I rub my hands down my face with exhaustion. I’m so sick of this shit. I’m sick of all three of them, and this whole situation. I just want to stab all of them at this point.

As it is, I sleep with a damn blade under my pillow every night. Not that between the nightmares, the self-doubt, and the worry that at any moment the Brotherhood will come for me, I’m actually getting any sleep. My body is exhausted, and my temper is short. I’ve run out of fucks to give, and now these jerks have fucked around, and are about to find out what happens when I snap.

My movements are so quick that they don’t see me coming until it’s too late, and I’m a serious danger to them both. I take a few short steps forward, grab Zeke’s shoulder, slam my elbow into his solar plexus, and then raise my knee into his stomach, taking him down. All the air leaves his body with a pained grunt. Before he’s even fallen to his knees, I’m on Sammy. I hook my right leg around his ankle and yank him forward, until he’s trying to catch his balance. Then I slam the flat part of my left foot into his shin until his leg buckles, and I throw a hammer fist straight at his head. He tries his best to dodge but isn’t quick enough, and I catch him hard.

My hand rings out with pain as I quickly step back, placing myself in a defensive position. I peek at Abraham from the corner of my eye. The fucker releases a peal of thunderous laughter as he watches Zeke and Sammy try to scramble to their feet. My breath leaves my chest in heavy pants. I haven’t felt this gloriously alive in weeks.Fuck, I want to hit them both again. I hope they decide to fight back so that I can unleash all this pent-up rage inside of me.

“SN…OW!”

“Nightstar! What the fuck are you doing!”

“Oh…my…fucking God, that…that was so…good. Do it again, Atasi, but…but this time…slower so I can watch their expressions as you give them a beat down.” Abe laughs so hard that his words struggle to make it out of him, and tears run down his face.

“It’s not funny, dick. That fucking hurt!” Zeke bellows out, rubbing his lower chest.

“Pretty funny from where I’m sitting,” Abe retorts with mirth.

“I’m sick of all your shit! I’m sick of being a prisoner in this house! I’m sick of the three of you behaving like assholes to me! I refuse to allow you guys to treat me this way. Keep fucking around, and you’ll see what happens! That goes for you too, Abe!” I bristle with vehemence.

“What the fuck did I do, Atasi? Huh, tell me? Did I force you to marry me? No, I fucking didn’t. Did I take you from your life? Again, a big fat no! Let’s see, did I fucking shoot you point blank in the abdomen?” Abe gets up from the chair, all traces of humor gone from his face and only anger remaining, as he takes a menacing step towards me.

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