Page 77 of Be My Sinner

Zeke watches, mesmerized, as I lean forward and allow the tip of my tongue to slip between her folds and lash her clit. Her body arches on the bed, and for a moment, I hesitate, believing that she is waking from her slumber, but her eyes remain shut even though her body seeks the friction of my mouth, and her fists lightly clench on the linens. “Sam...my,” her moan is the balm to my weary soul.

My first taste of heaven has my heart thumping rapidly, and my taste buds explode with her sweet and musky flavor, while my mind fills with euphoria. I lash at her little, hard nub repeatedly, alternating between licking and sucking with a feverish need. My finger once again slips between her drenched folds and to her tight entrance. I pull back and stare at my Nightstar, filled with desire as she lays like a banquet before me, as I plunge my fingers inside of her tight core.

A pained groan leaves the other male inhabitant, and he shifts forward. His hand reaches out as his fingers trail over the velvet skin of her breast, and he strums her hardened nipple. The desire to murder him rises again within me. How fucking dare he come in here and take what little I have left of her from me.This moment was mine. She is mine, and the need to reclaim her is all-consuming.

As gasps and whimpers leave Dinah’s mouth, they help cool some of my rage, knowing we are bringing her pleasure. Even if it’s while she lies deep in an exhausted slumber, oblivious to the reality that it’s us, instead of some dreamland lover she’s reaching for. She doesn’t grasp it’s not the dream version of Sammy she’s seeking. I continue to pump into her tight hole with small thrusts as her hips undulate below me, chasing their pleasure and release.

I return my mouth to her clit, sucking hard at the exact moment Zeke leans forward and lashes her nipple with his tongue. The combination of us wreaks havoc on her small, pleasure-filled body, causing her to drench my fingers, and low pleading words to leave her lips, as she mumbles her request to come sleepily.

I push another finger inside of her, and stroke over that spot I know brings her so much pleasure. I’m rewarded with more mewing sounds as I thrust deeper, quickening my movements as Ezekiel also sucks deeper on her nipple.

She comes with a small, breathless cry, her body tightening below our combined ministrations and arching off of the bed. She is a goddess before two mortal men, captivated by her beauty, and willing to do anything to see that pleasure-filled expression cross her face.

As she descends from the crest of her orgasm, I withdraw my fingers and mouth from her body with a pained devastation and longing. Ezekiel pulls back, and his gaze slips over a satisfied but slumbering Dinah. I grab onto his bicep and pull him away from her; with one last look filled with regrets and my heart cracking open with need, I open the door and pull him silently from the room.

He complies without argument and stands outside her door, observing me with that unnerving way of his. His hand rises towards my face, and I stand stock still to see what he is going to do. His thumb slides across my bottom lip, still wet from Dinah’s release, and then he slips it into his own mouth, groaning with pleasure.

Deep pupils filled with emerald fire meet mine, and I see the hunger in their depths. His nostrils flare, and his lips crush into a straight line. Without a word, he pivots and moves down the hall away from me, and I’m left confused, aroused, and filled with regrets.

Fuck, this world is filled with even more perils than I thought.

Chapter 39

The Sinner

Dinah

Tendays.That’showlong I have been a prisoner in this house, bound in matrimony to that cunt, Ezekiel Rothesay. Ten days of evading the three men who share a twisted sense of ownership over me. Men now actively steering clear of my presence, driven away by my violent and vengeful tendencies. It might be considered a mixed blessing, but the gnawing loneliness is starting to fester within me.

Ten days since the psychotic Order that they all serve forced me not only to endure the ordeal of a wedding I didn’t want, and married me off to a power-hungry psychopath, but also forced me to experience the most horrific and humiliating sexual encounter of my life. One that has left scars forever on my soul, and plays on repeat in my waking and sleeping hours.

I seethe with a white-hot fury at what has befallen me during my every waking moment. My anger has become a blazing cyclone within my chest. The realization that all my choices have been brutally stripped away, washes over me. In one moment of dire duress, I became like all the other females of this world, under the menacing thumb of the Brotherhood.Weak. Captured. Powerless.A storm of indignation races through me, knowing I have lost my sense of self and power. Power I once knew and enjoyed as the Unholy Ghost.

“Mrs. Rothesay, Mr. Rothesay requests your presence in the study, ma’am.” The voice of Elizabeth, one of our maids, breaks through my obsessive, all-encompassing thoughts and forces me to look away from my view of the pretty cliffs out the window. The cliffs that I still dream of pushing Ezekiel over. A deep sigh of misery leaves my lips as I turn around and survey the blonde before me.

She’s pretty, petite, and obedient. She’s a decent maid, hardworking like all those who require labor in exchange for survival in our world. She’s also fucking Abraham Mercier, every single time he beckons in her direction, with those deep liquid golden eyes that reflect a sun-kissed morning.

He’s not even being discreet about it. The fucker makes sure to do it in rooms that they can be caught in, regardless of the fact she could be sentenced to death for her actions. Like, just yesterday, when I walked into this very room to see her draped over the arm of the sofa. Her face was shoved into the cushions, her uniform skirt lifted above her head, and he was pounding into her from behind without mercy. His eyes met and held mine in defiance, daring me to stop them.

I refused to cower from his challenge, no matter how much it made my blood boil, and hurt to rise inside of me, to witness and hear the pleasure he was bringing her, with the noises she couldn’t restrain. She enjoyed his use of her body, completely unaware that I was a voyeur to her pleasure. When he came inside of her, it was my pet name that he called out.“Atasi.”As if that didn’t make matters even worse. He was either picturing me instead of her, or taunting and trying to hurt me.

Mission fucking accomplished,though I would never admit it to him.

I can’t blame her for submitting to his every whim; what else is she supposed to do? He’s a high-ranking Brotherhood member. She is not a‘sacred’anything, just someone of the serving class. Not that if she was a‘Sacred Wife’,it would have saved her. That’s just what the Brotherhood likes the general public to believe. The truth is far more sinister. Besides, Abraham oozes nothing but sex and danger, both of which are an aphrodisiac to women.

“Did he say what he required?” I question as I move towards the doorway, the sound of the stupid long dress I am wearing swishing around my legs, causing a frustrated sigh to leave my lips.

Fuck this proper Sacred Wife shit. I long for some goddamn pants. Whoever thought women would want to wear this twenty-four-seven is insane.Oh, right, a man came up with this crap.It’s just one more reason to hate this world and set it ablaze.

Ezekiel has been trying to piss me off for days, with his constant lists of requirements that force me to fill the unwanted role of his wife.If only he would give me the choice of being his executioner.

First, the fucker required that I meet with all the household staff, and determine if any of them should be dismissed. Like I would ever fire someone and send them into further poverty. He has no idea what befalls someone rejected from a high-ranking household. They are as good as dead; no one else will take them.Privileged idiot.

Then it was the bullshit about dictating our menus for the week. I think I might have horrified the chef, when I suggested he put rat poison in all of Zeke and Abe’s meals. The man’s face went as pale as a ghost’s, and he looked like he would faint there on the spot. It’s safe to say I had no idea how to prepare meal choices. Shit, Sammy was the one who did most of the cooking in our house. I could make some toast, and maybe some eggs without burning the place down, but that was about it. I left the choices right back in Chef’s capable hands, and signed off on whatever he decided.

Then, just yesterday, Ezekiel sent a message that I was to choose all new linens for our home. Linens, like you have to be fucking kidding me with this mundane shit. I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes everything I ordered will be black, and the most expensive items from the available lists. Black, like his damn soul for making me marry him. It’s petty, I know, but a girl needs to get her revenge where she can at the moment.

Elizabeth lowers her head, staring at the ground like all the obedient servants of this house. She’s afraid of me but for all the wrong reasons. I don’t plan to be a harsh or spoiled mistress, nor am I genuinely insane like the rumor mill likes to spread.Well, maybe a little insane.Regardless, I’ve no intention of harming anyone in this house, with the exception of those three disappointing fuckers; Zeke, Abe, and even my Sammy.Is he still my Sammy at this point?

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