Page 52 of Saints and Sinners

“W-What did I do to you guys?” Pretty Boy stutters a little.

My hand snakes out quickly, latching onto the guy's neck, “You see, Pretty Boy...”

“Rob, my name is Rob.”

“Do I look like I give a rat's ass about what your fucking name is?” I squeeze his neck, making him wince.

“I'm sorry! Whatever I did...I'm sorry!” Catalina’s toy stammers.

“You're going to be really sorry here in a bit.” Jett grins.

“Nobody fucks with our property, Pretty Boy, and Catalina Scott, she belongs to us; she's our property.”

His eyes widen, almost bulging out of his head, “I didn't know, I swear! I would never...”

“Quit your fucking whining!” I sneer, “You came to our party at our fucking house, and you didn't think to ask if she was off-limits?”

“I thought the virgin sacrifice was yours for the night!” He's practically pissing himself as he tries to escape this situation.

“Have you been to past parties, Pretty Boy?”

“Y-Yes...”

“So then you know that once we are done claiming the sacrifice, we move on,” I explain.

“My bad...I didn't know! I'm sorry!”

I'm glad he chose this bathroom because it's closer to the basement door. Jett shoves his phone back into his waistband and pushes the fucker out the door. I pick up his fanny pack but leave his boxers on the floor. No way am I touching the pretty boy's underwear.

We manage to get him into the basement after a few tries of him trying to run off. He may have fallen down the last three steps but will be fine. His ego is what's going to be bruised the most...maybe.

“What the fuck?” Little Saint tries to hurry over to her toy, but Oakley grabs her arm and hauls her against him.

“Not so fast, Kitty Cat,” Oakley slips his arm around her waist and nuzzles her neck, “It's our turn to play.”

I look at Jett, and he shrugs, “I didn't want to wait until morning, so I texted Oak to bring her down.”

I roll my eyes at my friend.

“Stop this! He has nothing to do with what's going on!” Our girl glares at each of us.

“Oh, but he does, Little Saint,” I caress her cheek before gripping her jaw, “He dared touch what is ours. We have told you that you now belong to us...”

“Yeah, well, it should go both ways! I won't fuck any of you if you continue to fuck all those little skanks that hang around all the time.”

Oh, Little Saint is too cute when she's jealous, and jealous she is, “You will obey us no matter what,” I run my other hand through her hair until I reach her nape and then yank on it, “You are the property of the Lords of Sin.” I then drag my tongue, licking from her jaw to her forehead briefly, “There, I licked you, so now you're mine. Is that better?” I grin before moving, getting a few curses thrown my way.

Because we use the basement to do unsavory things to some females who prefer that kind of kink, we already have the chains we need dangling from the ceiling. Jett and I quickly restrain the pretty boy while Catalina pleads with us to let him go.

“Punish me then! He had no idea...I only wanted to get back at you guys!” She pisses me off, pleading for this stranger's life. She doesn't even know what kind of a douche he really is.

“Shh, Kitty Cat,” Oakley coos, “We can't punish you because you will enjoy it too much. This is the only way that you will learn your place. His pain will now be on your hands.”

As soon as Jett and I are done securing the fucker, I return to Catalina and Oakley. I hand the fucker's fanny pack to my Little Saint, “Here, hold your little toy's pack.” I peck her cheek and then take my place in front of the body dangling from the ceiling and say, “this may hurt a little bit.”

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