Page 20 of Sinner's Malice

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Page 20 of Sinner's Malice

“Your body doesn’t lie.”

With a powerful thrust, he brought our bodies together, his hand gripping my waist tightly. His lips released a guttural sound while he climaxed, the intensity of his longing leaving a profound impact on my senses. He stayed like that for amoment, then abruptly withdrew from me, leaving me feeling empty and used.

He muttered something incoherent before he disappeared into my bathroom.

The sensation of his cum running down my thigh overwhelmed me, and I crumbled to the floor, hands frantic to remove the gag. I used it to erase the evidence of his presence between my legs, desperately wanting to feel clean again. As soon as the cloth made contact with my sensitive clit, I instinctively flinched. Looking at the cloth, it didn’t surprise me to see our juices mixed with my blood. It had been ten years since anyone had touched me. Yet, when he walked back into the room naked, rubbing his hardened dick, I sat there in utter silence as he released his cock and sucked his bloody fingers into his mouth.

And when he smiled, I wasn’t sure what I felt.

Violated, disgusted... horny.

All I knew was that I belonged to the Devil himself.

Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at the image looking back at me. Everywhere I looked, I saw him, from the bruising around my hips, arms and thighs, to the distinctive handprint around my throat.

He’d left no inch of me untouched.

He was relentless, uncaring, merciless in his endeavors.

A starved animal, uncaring of anything but sating his hunger. He used my body repeatedly until he passed out from his own ministrations. I was nothing more than a vessel for his depraved tendencies, and I wasn’t sure I would survive him.

Flinching, I stifled a cry when I slightly turned to see the angry brand on my shoulder.

His mark.

Resting my hands on the counter, I hung my head.

It was done.

I sealed the deal with the Devil in blood.

There was nothing I could do.

I belonged to him.

Try as I might, I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face when I heard a gasp. Looking up, I found Linsey standing in shock as she gawked at me.

“Silver?”

Gasping, I whimpered, “Help me.”

Rushing to me, Linsey held me while I cried. I didn’t know what else to do. I cried for a life that was no longer my own. A life that I would never have. Mainly, I cried for my inability to deny him what he craved.

I wondered what that made me.

Was I more like him than I thought? So depraved and twisted that my desire mirrored his? Were we drawn to each other by the sickness that had ahold of us?

“Baby, who did this to you?”

Shaking my head, I said nothing.

Instead, I turned, showing her my back.

Her gasp said everything.

“Oh God,” she muttered. “That’s a Soulless Sinner brand on your back. A brother did this to you?”

I simply nodded, unable to say his name.




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