Page 11 of Remorseless Sinner

Gracie

“ C ome get me,” he said as flames began to lick the ground under his boots.

“No!” I cried. “If you want to set yourself on fire, I don’t care!”

“All right,” he said, and then he stood there, his arms crossed over his massive chest.

I made a little scream, the key tightening so hard my knuckles were white all around it.

Of course then I had to remember senior year.

Late at night

After Homecoming Game

A much lankier, skinnier Saul on the ground, surrounded by the boys who had tormented me for following the Eye of Nimhe ever since kindergarten.

They were bigger, stronger.

I remembered the individual sounds of Saul’s ribs breaking. One by one.

“Don’t fuck with us,” the leader said.

But Saul didn’t stay down.

Every time he got back up and every time he had a new strategy, a new tactic, the dark unsettling gleam of his eyes shining out despite each bone that shattered.

It started to unnerve them.

“ Fuck man ”

“ Why won’t you stay down , bro”

“Stop getting back up”

They were cowards, really, looking nervously at each other, already edging away at the sight of this guy whose eyes didn’t look normal. Not really. There was something off, something wrong about the way he wouldn’t give up. . .

There was slick sweat on the hands of the boy holding me tight, sliding like a slug train along my skin.

But there wasn’t a bit of fear on Saul’s face.

I think I knew what he was then. What those gleaming eyes must mean, the way pain didn’t stop him, and I should have gone, I should have run when he came up the last time with that jagged piece of glass. . .

“Why didn’t you leave?” Saul asked me later.

But that was before.

Before I knew how far he’d want me to fall.

Damn him!

Flames were licking at his feet, climbing up his pants, roaring across the old carpeting.

He wouldn’t notice the pain, would he, not as long as he was focused. . . not at long as he was determined to get what he wanted. . .

“Agree to let me go and I’ll let you go,” I ordered.

“No,” Saul said. “Never.”

I screamed in frustration.

Tendrils of smoke began to lick the walls, swirl around the tightly closed windows.

And still Saul looked at me. He bent and picked up the cot that was rapidly crumbling and held it up.

“No, Saul, don’t—” I began, but he held the flames over his T-shirt and they caught.

“Fine, god, stop, you fucking psychopath!” I cried. “Get out of the way and I’ll let you out.”

His eyes were bright in the flames, a dark unknowable fire in them.

“Stand back,” I warned again.

And I darted forward to unlock the door and then run away, but I was still a few steps away, the key outstretched, when Saul pushed out and the door swung open.

He had been free the entire time

Then my husband stomped on the flames with his big black boots and walked out of the cell.

Frozen in fear, I finally lurched around to flee.

And Saul reached out with that massive wingspan and grabbed me by my T-shirt and dragged me back against his chest.

I shrieked, but it was no use.

He marched me over to the Sheriff’s desk, and then shoved me face first over it.

Both my hands were pinned behind my back in his one massive fist, and I struggled against him, hoping the Sheriff would be back soon.

“Stop squirming,” Saul growled. “Try to relax. This is going to hurt.”

“You’re a monster!” I squealed as he knocked my knees apart.

It was insane how easily he could control me with only one arm, how he wasn’t even breathing hard and I was.

I was face-first into the wood, desperately hoping for rescue but with the quavering fear that it wouldn’t be happening.

“Sheriff McGinty?” I cried out desperately as my husband ripped my leggings down.

“William!” I screamed, and Saul paused, his hand tightening on my wrists.

“Why the fuck did you say the name William ?” Saul snarled.

For a moment there was sudden, deadly silence.

“I—he’s my boyfriend,” I said desperately. “And when he finds out what you did, he is—going to be angry.”

“Oh, really?” Saul said and I felt a sudden fear of his jealousy. “But you don’t have a boyfriend. You have a husband.”

Then he put one big booted foot on the right side of me, and the other on the left side of me. With his free hand he tipped my hips up so my ass was high in the air.

I writhed with shame and fury to feel his breath on the skin of my ass, to feel him looking at me.

“I’m not a virgin,” I said again, my cheeks burning. “You would be getting my sin and whorishness all over you. You don’t want that.”

He laughed, hard and brutal as he ripped down my leggings and panties.

“I’m counting on getting this juicy sin squirted all over me. Besides, I can see the virginity stretched across this pretty little pussy. It’s a waste of time to lie to me.”

“Let me go!” I cried, drumming my legs on the desk.

“Now I could tie you up with my belt, Gracie,” he said, as if my grunting efforts to escape were barely noticeable, “but I want to do this myself, I want you to feel my power so you know you belong to me alone.”

He put a hand on my T-shirt and yanked me all the way around, fisting the fabric until I was spread eagled in front of him.

I tried to shove him off, but in this position, I was working on my back with a big hand fisting my shirt so tight I was gasping.

He slapped at my thighs again.

“I said open. I don’t want my seed spilling on your legs. I want it in your pussy so I can get you pregnant.”

I couldn’t even look at the cock settled on my belly, then pressed against my skin, and I set my mouth together and resolutely looked away.

“You said you were going to wait a week!” I begged.

“Is that what you want?” I heard him ask.

“Yes, yes!” I cried out in relief, letting my tensed thighs relax, and he pressed down on my wrists and drove into me.

It was instantaneous agony, an audible tearing and rending like a curtain being torn from a rod, and I felt hot pain pulse through me as he speared in me with savage power.

“Oh. . . oh!” I could only cry aloud, my heartbeat feeling like it went through my legs, wetness and raw agony seizing my whole body.

I thought I would pass out, but he gripped my thigh with one big hand and began to move inside me.

“Fucking hell, you’re so tight. I think that’s almost all of it.”

Then he raised my ass and peered down at my hips with a frown.

“Nope. I’m gonna need you to breathe in and out slowly, Gracie.”

I sucked in air in a blind panic, ignoring him to whimper in fear, and he gripped my hips so tight I thought I’d faint from that, and I heard a rending tear as the last of my hymen was shredded away.

I screamed again.

How could no one hear me?

My hands desperately scrabbled on the wood of the table as Saul bottomed out, tip practically splitting my cervix, my body trembling with shock.

“You are a monster!”

He kept his grip on me, then slowly began to drag his cock out.

“You know I am and your pussy’s still wet.”

For a moment, the slightest moment, my cunt was empty and I breathed a shaky sigh of relief, then he thrust inside me again, as I wailed and tried desperately to tip my hips up, to get some kind of angle where I could take his size easier.

My cunt seemed to swell and scream for mercy as he pressed his cock in, inch by excruciating inch, and then he’d pull it out again, dragging that cock past all my traitorously pulsating walls.

The whole of my body past my waist was one big aching raw spot, each thrust of his cock a fiery agony.

“You’re taking me like such a good girl,” he rumbled, as I writhed in fury on the desk.

“Not like you gave me an option!” I squealed.

“That’s right,” he growled in my ear, dropping my aching wrists and bending down to my ear as he fisted my hair.

“The only option is to marry me, fuck me, love me.”

“Why don’t you go fuck some whores instead?”

“But you told me you were a whore,” Saul protested maliciously, his lips curving up. “I wanted to wait for you.”

“I hate you so much,” I groaned,

But he only grinned savagely, and pulled my hands so they were resting on his broad chest.

“Hands on me.”

I instantly pulled them away, my fingers burning to touch his thick bands of muscles.

“Hands. On. Me,” he bit out, and I had no choice but to place them on his chest, my fingers tightening in his shirt.

“That’s better. I don’t care what you do as long as your hands are on me.”

The sounds coming from our bodies were obscene, scandalous, a dreadful horribly loud wet squelching every time his cock pulled out and he paused, looking down at where our bodies connected, pulling down my chin to force me to look too, as how his cock came out of my cunt, wet and glistening, my cunt pink and gaping and swollen without him in me.

My thighs were trembling.

“You’re fucking sopping wet. Come for me. I’m about to put a baby in you.”

“Come?” I squealed. “I don’t know how to come!”

“Yeah, you do, Mama. You’ve been so good. I know you can do this.”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

What in the world was my horrible husband even talking about? He was acting like I was enjoying myself.

My eyes were so tightly shut but the big tears that filled them meant my lids popped open, enough to see a big tattooed hand gripped the side of the desk, the squeak and horrifying jolt as Saul pulled out and thrust in again.

Another bolt of agony, and I threw my head back, arching my back as Saul put a hand on my shoulder and forced my body down all the way over his cock until I felt two heavy weights thud into my ass cheeks.

My cheeks burned with shame to know those were his balls slamming into me, shaking my whole body.

But already I felt something cutting through the aching throb in my entire lower half. A low, dirty pressure was growing, twisting tighter and tighter around itself.

It was like this shameful sensation that seemed to happen every time he touched me, and it felt frighteningly scary and also unnervingly familiar.

The wood of the desk dug into my back.

“Eyes on me.”

He gripped my ass, forcing my body up to meet his, and I felt the milk soak through my T-shirt as I came, screaming as it hit me, and it could only be described as pure raging bliss, and it was surely wicked to give in to it in any way, but I didn’t fight it as my calves cramped and my nipples stung.

I lost hearing as Saul unloaded in me, his cock so big I was able to feel every single twitch all through it as he released jet after jet of cum in me, pillowing up until I felt it run down the crack of my ass.

When I was finally able to sit up, I gripped the front of Saul’s shirt.

“How did you do it?” I asked abruptly, my head still spinning. “How did you make them to give me to you? Do you own some land or something? Something they want?”

“No, sweetheart. I don’t own some of it. I own all of it. The property that church is on, the building itself, and all the people inside it.”

“All the people inside it?” I asked indignantly. “How did you get that money? Something illegal?”

His eyes gleamed at me, and with a sudden move he flipped me over so I was belly-first on the desk.

When I felt his cum slide down my leg, he scooped it up, his fingers rough on my skin, and slammed it back in my aching cunt as I howled in anger.

“Yes, something illegal,” he said as he spread my legs, pressing his cock back in. “Have a problem with that? Or do you, in your dirty little soul, like that I dominated the Church?”

I felt my pussy give a throb, but I ignored him.

“The first Harbinger has been completed,” he said. “Power.”

I blinked at him, not comprehending for a moment.

He waited patiently, his cock motionless inside me, swelling up my cunt until my whole lower half felt swollen and distended.

“Do you remember what you told me a long time ago? That you would fall in love with me when all the Harbinger signs were fulfilled.”

“But—“ I began helplessly, feeling like a tiny drooping flower in the front of my brother’s bulldozer.

He wasn’t even a believer and now he was quoting the scriptures of Nimhe to me?

“And now I have the church in the palm of my hand. That’s Power. And what’s left, my sweetest little Mama?”

“Pressure,” I almost whispered.

“And?”

“Pain.”

“That’s right.

“Please don’t kill anyone,” I said, but he shook his head. “Forgive—"

“Fuck no. No mercy. Angel, who do you think has been running those Eyes out front of the church? The ones that have been making sure you’re a virgin?”

“I-I don’t know. I didn’t know anyone was running them.”

“The Elders have been. And they’ve been getting their old saggy balls off on probing you. Fuck no to forgiveness. Now, why did you call out this other man’s damn name before I fucked you?”

My stomach turned over inside me and I instantly knew what I had to do to save poor William’s life.

“I lied about it,” I said coolly. “I was just trying to piss you off.”

His cock began to thrust in and out as I heard his grunt behind me.

His shadow loomed over me. The same shadow that had loomed over my life ever since I was 18.

“I wouldn’t love anyone else, Mama. Not if you want them to live. I’m afraid I couldn’t control myself if you did.”

“I swear it wasn’t anything,” I said, my face ground into the table, my skin crawling at the example of his relentless, obsessive devotion.

And it wasn’t anything. It wasn’t anything but delusion that I could ever escape Saul Brennan.

“That’s right,” he said, slapping my ass and tightening his hands on my hips. “Now come for me. I want to fill you up so we get that nice pink line soon.”