Page 3 of Remorseless Sinner

Saul

N ice try, baby girl I thought as I watched Gracie run out the door, and I remembered the first day I had ever seen her.

I didn't particularly want my dad to get married again.

As a teenager, I was very concerned about my rightness with the Eye. It seemed like I was always in the wrong. I was always doing something wrong.

Could I ever act right enough to be reconciled with the Great Eye of Nimhe?

I was tortured by the thought of the great Eye watching me.

I was tortured with the thought of the great Eye seeing the depths of my wickedness, the monster that lurked inside me, but the moment I saw her , my religion all fell away before her like a petal in the motherfucking wind.

My religion all fell away because I knew if loving this girl was wrong, I could never be right.

And my father had said Gracie was off-limits. Not to touch. Not to lust for. That it was a sin to want her.

I gave religion up then and there. I became an unbeliever the very moment I saw her.

She had the longest, silkiest, softest-looking honey brown hair, the exact color of dark tips of wheat.

It reminded me of how my father would make me walk for miles through the fields and mountains, trying to “wear the devil out of me.”

It didn’t work then, and it wouldn’t work now.

She did not wear a speck of makeup, and her eyes fascinated me.

Gracie had the biggest gray-blue eyes I had ever seen, huge and luminous. I felt like I could look at them forever with the way they seemed to change so quickly. And she had a tiny little nose with such a sweet mouth, plush pink lips.

And god, those tits.

Even underneath her good-girl shirt, I could see that they were the best tits I’d ever seen, bouncing with big, mouth-watering depravity.

I knew it was depraved to want her this badly but I couldn’t stop.

I used to jack off to those tits five times before bed and wake up fucking coming all over myself.

And the moment I saw her, I knew she was the only one for me.

She would always be the only one for me, and I wanted to do the dirtiest, filthiest things to her, things I barely even comprehended.

I wanted to see her belly swell up and know it was my baby inside her.

Everything that happened our senior year felt inevitable.

From the moment that I saw her, I knew.

I knew it would end in violence.

Because I would do anything I could to protect her. Everything to keep her mine.

Now, as I watched Grace disappear out the door, Pastor Mickelson turned to me, his tone completely changed.

Instead of angry and powerful, he was weak and wheedling, pulling anxiously at my sleeve.

“We have done what you wanted. You will let us keep this land, won't you?”

“We’ll, see,” I snarled, “Keep to your end of the bargain.”

But as I strode after my sister, letting her run a little so I can taste the feel of my domination under my tongue, I knew I had no intention of keeping that bargain.

That church signed a death warrant the minute I found out what they had been doing to Gracie every week since she turned 18.

But the men who run the Eye of Nimhe have been the most powerful people in the county, almost untouchable in their dominion.

Until now.

She needs to be punished for what she did to me, but that’s for me and me alone to do.

They will be obliterated.

The pure pleasure of the hunt suffused me as I stalked out the door and into the forest.

My primal instincts seemed to kick in with each step I took, like I can hear Gracie’s heartbeat pounding through the woods, calling to me like a siren,

I’m here

I’m here

I thought I knew where she’d go to.

My sweet sneaky sister is going to want to hide from me as soon as she can.

Because she feels that need pulsing off me.

She always has.

It’s always frightened her.

And she made a valiant effort to escape.

But now, she will have no choice but to submit to me.

There are a few light footprints along the riverbank, and I follow them right along to where there’s a little hideaway under the path.

I can almost taste my sister’s skin under my tongue, smell that lavender and lilac soap she uses.

“Caught you, Gracie.”

My hand wrapped around one ankle, then I yanked her out, dragging Grace through the icy stream before pulling her over the hill and onto the grass beside me.

She was filthy with mud and muck and as I yanked her up her long skirt caught, tangling around her hips so the whole expanse of those soft creamy legs was exposed all the way up to where very modest flowered panties stretched over her round cheeks.

I gripped the fabric and ripped her panties off, giving her creamy little round cheeks a quick hard spank, watching as the skin turned pink under my palm.

Then I flipped her over on her back.

The sight of her beautiful face after all these years, the big soft gray eyes, long thick lashes, and full, plump lips, made me pissed as fuck, and I put a hand around her throat and tightened my fingers, dragging my stepsister up and against a tree.

“Nice try, angel. But you’d have to kill me to get away. And you didn’t.”

Big, fat tears filled her eyes, clumped in those thick eyelashes.

“Please—please—” she cried.

“That doesn’t work on me,” I said unsympathetically. “Cry all you like but I think you know what’s happening next.”

“I thought you were gone,” she gasped, trying to pry my hands off. “I thought you weren’t coming back.”

“You did try your best,” I agreed. “When your little gambit to get on the Pill didn’t work, you tried something else. But you thought a few years in jail would keep me away?”

“I hoped ,” she hissed, and I can see that spark in her blue-gray eyes, and I recognize that fire she tries to hide, my cock hardening in response.

But first she will recognize my dominance.

I snorted. “Foolish girl. You thought you had gotten rid of me. But, baby girl, you never will.”

My eyes slid down past her big eyes, past my grip around her throat, down to where her nipples were tightening against her shirt so hard I could see two little patches of wetness there.

“I hear you’re a whore now,” I added, just to piss her off.

Her eyes widened. “It’s a lie!” she cried, and I slid my thumb up to her chin, loving how the rough pads of each fingertip felt against her soft skin, loving the flutter of her heartbeat in the palm of my hand.

Oh, I know it’s a lie. Because I made very sure of that. But I am going to piss her off good before I marry her.

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

“You know what I want from you.”

Grace tried to aim a kick at me, but her skirts were heavy with mud and river water.

“What? What, Saul?”

“I want motherfucking penance . For turning me in. For betraying me. And then I want submission. And I want your legs open and your cunt up and wet, Gracie. I want you ready to be bred by me.”

“Never! Never!” she gasped as my fingers encircled her throat.

“ I want your belly full .”

She screamed and kicked at me.

But I only threw her over my shoulder and carried my struggling future wife out of the forest and back into the church.

The Congregation waited there. Expectant. Prepared. Obedient.

“I will marry her,” I said into the silence. “But first she’s going to be baptized, cleansed of all unrighteousness.”