Page 143 of Where Sinners Repent

“No, stop!” she screams, jerking and pulling.

I don’t listen to her. Of course I don’t. I carve two more lines, my cock aching as each one paints her thigh crimson. By the time the K is formed, I’m dizzy with hunger.

She’s panting, sweat beading over her body and tears dampening her face. The way her eyes are squeezed shut in pain has me running my thumb over the fresh wound to watch them fly open on another pain-filled whine.

K for Kaleb. Bleeding and messy. I reach into my pocket and snap a photo of the wound, making sure the flash captures the deep red of her life source.

Kai pulls away, and I mindlessly hand him the knife. Nothing else matters right now but my initial on her skin.

Leaning in close, I inhale the scent of her. The sharp smell of the blood mixed with her arousal. I groan, barely noticing that Kai is sliding the knife into the same spot on her other side.

She’s screaming and sobbing. It’s all distant. My tongue darts out to catch a heavy drop, the salty taste blooming on my tongue.

I have to reach down and squeeze my dick in a painful hold. Stop myself from coming and ruining the night. I’m throbbing. Aching from the vision in front of me. Sliding my thumb through the mess, I paint the back of her thigh red.

When I finally gain the strength to tear my eyes off, I see Kai has finished his. An identical carved K.

Dribbling blood like mine.

I watch him slide his fingers, fascinated as I am by the way she bleeds for us. The pads of his fingertips glide through the dark red, bringing it up to rub between his fingers. He looks at me before smirking, using the blood on his fingers to draw a bloody smiley face on her ass.

I snort. Creepy fucker.

Not wasting anymore time, he pulls his cock out and rubs the head against her slit.

Before anything else happens, I move. Crouching beside the head of the bed, I bring myself down until I’m level with her.

“Black Cat,” I hum.

Her eyes remain squeezed shut.

I reach up and carefully push the damp hair from her face. My knuckles skim her cheek, catching the tears there.

“Look at me,” I demand, flattening my palm against her cheek.

When her lashes flutter and those blue eyes land on mine, my chest feels heavy.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Stay with me.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

My brows draw.

“You don’t need to be sorry, Roxy.”

I stroke her cheek with my thumb. She looks like she’s about to speak again, but her mouth falls open, a low whine slipping out when Kai eases himself into her.

“Does my brother feel good, Black Cat?” I grit out. “Stretching our cunt?”

She nods. “He feels... so fucking good,” she whines.

Every stroke makes her face twist in pleasure, followed by pain when Kai’s thighs slap against her new marks. When I see his thighs coming back red and bloody, I nearly combust here and now.

It’s so depraved and wrong, but for us, so perfectly right. And she takes it so well.

Stroking her face, I trace her lips with my thumb. Her mouth pops open and I shove it against her tongue. Automatically, she sucks it, swirling her tongue around it mindlessly.

“Look at you,” I murmur. “You look so pretty like this. Fuck, Black Cat, you’re perfect for us.”