Page 50 of Where Sinners Repent

You don’t soothe people. You hurt.

Yet, I can’t seem to stop.

“No,” Kaleb growls.

I feel his glare warming my back before I glance sidelong at him.

He’s angry. He can be angry all he wants.

His eyes search my face, turning hard when he sees whatever he sees.

“I said, turn it down,” I warn again.

The icy fury running through my veins is diluted by the sound of her slick entrance, being abused by the motorised toy. She sounds soaked. Gasping whines slipping past the gag.

“Why?” Kaleb sneers. “So you can be the hero?”

I don’t reply. Either he turns it down or I'll break the hand holding the remote.

He takes a step towards me, shoulders squaring, ready for a fight.

His lip curls. “Newsflash, brother. You are not the hero. You will never be the hero. People like us,” he gestures between us, “will always be the villain. I don’t know when you forgot that.”

As if I don’t know that. As if I don’t know that every touch I give leaves pain in its wake. As if I don’t know what my hands are capable of. Yet, when she leans into my touch despite it all, the thing in my chest gives a single, unfamiliar beat.

Our identical eyes burn into each other. But then her pained whine finds me again, and I break the contact.

Her eyes are glazed over, lashes fluttering over and over. Trying to hold on when her body wants to give up. Handling everything my brother has done to her so perfectly.

Something steels inside of me and I turn back to my brother, taking a final step towards him.

He smirks without it reaching his eyes.

Scoffing, he shoves the remote into my chest, shaking his head as he marches past me, making sure to clip my shoulder with his on the way out.

The sound of the door slamming shut echoes as I turn to the girl.

Working the remote, I turn the machine down low, so that the thick toy leisurely drives in and out of her used cunt.

My fingers find the buttons on the wand until the buzzing sound dies down to a dull hum.

A sob slips past the gag as she slumps against her restraints, her chest heaving with relief. All it does is draw my attention down to her pierced nipples.

Did she scream when he pierced her flesh? Did she cry and beg?

The thought of it has my cock twitching.

I’m not the hero, of that I know.

But she looks at me like I am, with those huge blue eyes.

One hand rests on her cheek, thumb swiping the tears and smudges of mascara, while the other works the strap of the ball gag. Once it becomes loose, I ease it from her mouth slowly, letting her jaw adjust to the freedom.

As soon as I’ve eased it from her tongue, a pained whimper falls from her lips.

“Kai,” she slurs, saliva slipping past her lips. “You were... and there were two... and...”

My fingers press against her lips, pausing the words spilling out of them.