Page 45 of Be My Sacrifice

I’mfuminginside,likea volcano about to erupt, with smoke shooting up into the sky and hot lava decimating everything before me. Except instead of lava, it’s my emotions and my rage. She went to him last night. I felt her leave our bed after tossing and turning restlessly for over an hour while I feigned sleep. Rancorous emotions swelled inside of me, as I followed her to the room where we placed him and watched her go inside, unarmed, while I remained outside.

Did I fear for her safety even though he was injured and broken?Yeah, fuck, I did.Zeke is dangerous, with or without a weapon. He has no need for a blade, because he could cut through a person just using his mind. He is a master manipulator, taught at the feet of Noah Rothesay.

She was in there far longer than I would have wished, and I was getting ready to storm the room when I watched from the shadows as she opened the door, pausing and wiping furiously at her mouth, before exiting the room with such haste, that she didn’t even see me barely concealed in the darkness of the night. I followed behind her slowly, watching as she raced through the house to the outdoors and stood there with a heaving chest, sucking in huge gulps of cold air, trying to calm herself down.

What the fuck happened in that room? What did he say or do to her to cause that reaction?

I wanted to return to the room and wrap my hands around his fucking thick, tattooed neck and choke the life out of him, until he confessed what happened between them. I couldn’t, however, because, firstly, I no longer trusted a word that came from Zeke’s mouth. Secondly, I knew my reaction wasn’t only about Dinah’s safety, but also the deep-seated envy I have always felt about the two of them. A part of me has always been needy and jealous of how simple and natural their relationship has always been, even when we were all children.

Dinah was always drawn to him first; it was him she naturally gravitated to. When she was scared or hurt, it was his arms she climbed into to soothe herself, much to Gabriel’s amusement. While I was never out of reach, and she showed me affection, it was never the same. It makes my wrath further boil that it was he who betrayed her. He never appreciated his role in her life, the privilege he had to be her prince charming. He took her for granted when we were children, and he discarded her and tried to murder her as an adult.Kill him, snap his neck, and make it seem like he died from his injuries. It would be so easy. No one would even have to know, a sinister voice whispers in my mind.

I refuse to sit back and allow him to weasel his way back into her graces. Even while a part of me mourns our own relationship. He was mine before he was hers, and yet I have lost him too. I cannot find it within myself to forgive him, even though some part of me is relieved that he’s still alive. Still breathing, when I feared that he wasn’t. My heart is in complete turmoil, wracked with pain at all that I have lost and may still lose. Gabriel, Zeke, Sammy, and now perhaps, Dinah.

I watch Dinah across the scarred and aged wooden breakfast table, lost in her thoughts, her eyebrows furrowed, and biting her bottom lip. Is she thinking about him or about Sammy?

Sammy, on whom we still have no news. Sammy, whom Zeke insists was still alive, and who he had tried to protect, by bargaining with his demon father once again. Can I believe Zeke may not know where his father took off for?He’s a liar, and he would do anything to save his own skin.

We have rebel intelligence that Noah never returned to the Rothesay estate after the attack. He is somewhere hiding like a coward and a snake, waiting for an opportunity to strike again, waiting for another attempt to murder my Atasi. I can’t allow that to happen. I need to protect her from the Rothesay men, and even from herself.

I need to distract her before she makes herself sick with worry. She never returned to our room last night, much to my dismay, and the dark shadows below her eyes and the paleness of her face tell me she didn’t sleep at all. I watch her distractedly push the same piece of cantaloupe across her plate once again, most of her meager breakfast remaining untouched.

I need a plan, one that binds her closer to me and cements that she is mine alone, at least until Sammy is back in the picture. While also effectively teaching that cunt, Zeke, a lesson and making him regret ever hurting her, and betraying us both. The question is, what will hurt him the most? I want whatever I do to cut deep, and rip him apart, like his actions did to me. I want him to suffer at my hands, so he feels the pain that blooms in my chest, each day poisoning more of me.

A smirk crosses my lips as a devious thought pops into my head.Yeah, that will fucking hurt like a son of a bitch.What’s that they used to say?“All is fair in love and war.”Ezekiel and I are now at war, and the prize is Dinah, and I plan to be the victor at the end.

“What did you need, Abe?” Dinah strolls into the room, distracted and braiding her long, dark, thick hair. The thought that I will get to use that as a fucking leash, and force her down to her knees, has my cock already semi-hard.Jesus, I need to control myself. Otherwise, I will be cumming in my pants like a pubescent schoolboy, before any of the real fun can be had, and we can’t have that.

I allow my eyes to slide down her fit body, appraising the sleeveless white top she’s wearing, that allows me to see all of the gorgeous tattoos that Sammy placed on her skin. She is braless beneath, and I can glimpse the outline of her dusty pink nipples through the ribbed material of the shirt, making my mouth water. My eyes continue their perusal and find her narrow waist, moving down to her thick thighs encased in black cargo-style pants, and to her booted feet.

She’s a vision of strength, sex, and sin, all rolled up into a small package that I want to wrap myself around.

Mine.

She does a double take when she sees who else is in the room, tied to a chair and gagged, and her expression of shock and bewilderment makes me smirk. Did I rough him up a little to get him here?Sure.Did I point a gun to the back of his head, and promise him death if he didn’t follow my instructions and keep quiet?Maybe.Watching his eyes grow large and pensive brought me joy. Hearing him struggle to regulate his breathing and not panic, well, that turned me the fuck on. Hurting and destroying him little by little, well, that’s a fucking orgasm waiting to happen.

She stops short, her eyes sliding from Zeke’s distraught green eyes to mine, which I know are alive with mischief. “Explain, Abe. Now.”

I stand up and move towards her, slow and lethal like a predator scenting his prey. I watch that sweet little vein on the side of her neck jump. She doesn’t understand what is happening here yet, but she will. She ismine, and I mean toclaimher.

I don’t answer her question, moving right in front of her, bending my neck forward, and gracing her lips with mine. At first, she refuses to yield, keeping her lips firmly closed to my attempts. I wrap one of my hands with her long, thick braid and yank, until a gasp of pain slips from her mouth, and allows me to force my tongue inside and taste her. My taste buds explode with the sweetness that is all Dinah.

My other hand wraps snugly around her throat, letting my thumb trace up and down along that vein, feeling her heart rate increase, and finally, her arms wrap around my waist as she gives in to my ministrations, and lets me devour her. After a few moments, little whimpers begin to escape her, as I suck her tongue and twine it with mine. My hand tightens on her neck, adding a little pressure to slow her airway. Her fingers dig into the skin at my back, pulling me closer to her until my hard cock is pressed right up against her stomach, and her firm breasts are crushed against my chest.

Heaven.She is my heaven and my earth, the stars and the moon combined, and the sunshine that a dark soul like mine needs. I need more of this. I need to feel her all around me, giving herself to me. I need to feel the sweet heat of her cunt, as she clenches around my hard cock as I slam home inside of her.My homeis what she is, what she will always be.

A shuffling noise has me coming back to myself, and reminds me that we have an audience, and while this is enjoyable, it is also serving as a lesson to the asshole in the room. One that I plan to take as much pleasure in as possible. Am I a little sadistic, even unhinged at the moment?Sure, but fuck him and anyone else who tries to hurt her, to hurt us.She is mine.

I pry my lips away from hers, trailing them down her face towards her jaw, grazing my teeth along the soft flesh until I reach her ear lobe, where I suck it hard before giving it a little nip. “I need you to be mygood girl,Atasi. You want to make me happy, don’t you, baby? I need you to get on your knees to please me, baby. Can you do that for your daddy?“ I pepper each sentence by leaving hickeys on her neck, further proof of my ownership, to anyone who looks at her. Proof to the cunt in the room that she belongs to me, and there is nothing he can do about it.

A throaty moaned, ‘yes,’ leaves her lips, and I love that just with a few touches and my lips on her flesh, I make her melt. I make her forget herself and everything that is happening around us. I would bet my fucking life that she’s drenched inside her panties right now. She slowly lowers herself to her knees, sliding down my body and tearing a groan from my lips, as she rakes her fingers down my flesh in her wake.Control. I need control right now.

“Undo my pants and take out my cock, Dinah.” Her fingers move slowly to the front of my pants. The palm of her hand rubbing against my hardened length, and stroking me through the fabric. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stifle a moan, and the request for her to move faster that’s on the tip of my tongue. No, I need to take this slow, to make every move excruciating for the confined inhabitant of the room. I need him to see what he gave up, and what he lost with his actions.What is now mine.

I yank hard on the braid, forcing her neck to lean to the left, and her eyes to rise to mine. Stormy gray with hints of sky blue meeting golden amber, and creating heat from their connection. We could set fire to the room, to the damn house, with how hot the heat is between us. Her mouth curves with a smirk that has me already on edge. God, she is so beautiful, a goddess on her knees before me. In this moment, I feel like a fucking king who has conquered the world, and won the greatest prize imaginable.

“Do as you’re told, slut.”

Her fingers move to my button and then pull down the zipper of my dark gray pants slowly, tauntingly, as if she were in control instead of me. As if it was me at her mercy, and not her down on her knees before me. A lump forms in my throat that I have to force down, as I keep my eyes centered on the vixen before me. Her warm hands slip between the open folds of my pants, pulling out my hard cock in her tight grip, before using the other hand to push down my pants until they land at my ankles.