Chapter 9
Wren
S in chuckles as I leap off his back and dash away. “Oh, no. The big bad Sinister’s going to get me.” I duck into one of the hidden tunnels, my heart racing with delicious fear at the sound of his steps behind me.
Last night was a revelation. Giving my body to Sin and experiencing what sex should be, changed everything for me. Although the bastards from my past tried their damndest, they didn’t break me. I’ve taken my body back and didn’t fall apart at the experience.
Instead, I soared. And they can never take that away from me.
I laugh when Sinister’s breath glides against my shoulder, and I pick up my pace. My bare feet skid as I change direction and dash down the tunnel to the left. His arm wraps around my waist, and I shriek, smacking his arm.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing and tosses me over his shoulder. “Put me down!” I cry, but instead of answering, he slaps my ass. “Ouch. What was that for?”
“Being a brat. Now be a good girl and stop talking.” My mouth opens in an O when he dumps me over the arm of the couch and rips my sweats down. His zipper undoes and his pants hit the floor.
He swipes a finger through my slit, making me moan. His hand comes down on my ass again, the sharp slap ringing through the warehouse. “I told you to be quiet. Every time you make a noise, I’ll spank you.”
Indignation sends my head flying up. “Fuck you, Sinister. You—” I yelp as he smacks me again.
He leans over my back and licks my cheek.
“Shh, little sister. Your big brother’s going to use these pretty holes, and you will not say a fucking word—unless it’s screaming my name.
” He moves off me and runs the head of his cock over my pussy.
“Fuck, Wren. That made you wet, didn’t it?
So fucking dirty. Now take your brother’s dick like a good little girl. ”
My arousal leaks from me, and I shudder as he thrusts into me. I love the way he stretches me, the burn hurting in all the right ways. Sin’s right—I am so fucking dirty. My eyes drift close, and I hang on to the couch for dear life as he fucks into me hard enough to move it.
“So fucking good, Wren. I could live inside this pussy,” Sinister says with a snarl, his hands tightening around my hips. “I’m going to take this pretty little ass later and fill it up with my cum.”
I grab a cushion and bite into it to muffle my cries. It doesn’t matter; three more harsh slaps sound out as he punishes me for disobeying him. He works me higher and higher until I scream into the cushion.
“Fuck, yeah, little stalker. Choke my cock. That’s it.” Sinister increases his tempo and slides his hand under my shirt, grabbing my breasts and squeezing my nipples. “Tell me you like your big brother fucking you.”
I learned my lesson—my ass aches with all the slaps, so I say nothing. My molars grind together as another orgasm builds on the back of the first one.
Sin’s hand creeps up and cradles my neck. “Say it, Wren.”
“I love it when my brother fucks me with his enormous cock,” I grind out, pressing my ass back into him. “Now shut up and make me come again.”
Sinister grunts and tightens his grip around my neck. It should scare me, but all it does is make me want to beg for him to do it more. I know he won’t hurt me, and it’s another way for me to feel free.
My orgasm triggers when Sinister stills and pours himself into me.
He pulls out of me before yanking me off the couch by my throat and pressing me to him.
His other hand winds down my body until he cups me with his palm.
“You’re mine now, Wren. This pussy is mine.
That ass is mine. If you let anyone touch what belongs to me, I’ll kill them and fuck you over their dead body. Nod if you understand.”
I nod. He might be bad for me, but god, he’s oh so right. And being his? Abso-fucking-lutely. Some might call him a monster, but he’s my monster, and that’s all that matters.
I sit at my dressing table and run a brush through my freshly washed hair. My eyes keep finding Sinister in the mirror, admiring the way his muscles flex as he dresses after our shower.
“I’m assuming your angel friends are responsible for the cyber attack on Aidan’s compound?” he asks. He does a little hip jiggle as he pulls his pants up over his ass, making me wet my lips. He turns toward me, and I pretend to be fascinated with my brush. “Wren?”
I spin around and lift a shoulder. “Oops?”
“Thought so,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “Think you can call it off before Aidan loses any more money? I’d really rather not tell him he’s losing hundreds of thousands of dollars because you wanted my attention.”
I scoff. “I wasn’t trying to get your attention, Carver. I was trying to learn about you.”
Sinister swaggers toward me, his face breaking into a grin. I lean back on my stool when he places both hands on the table and stoops over me. “You were curious about me.”
My brows kiss my hairline. “So?”
He slides a finger down the side of my face. “Were you thinking about me when you were stalking me all over Arcadia?” His nose brushes mine and he whispers, “Did you come back here and touch yourself after?”
I duck under his arm and skip away. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” When I reach the doorway, I turn around. “They stopped trying to hack you four days ago and won’t try again. Your compound’s safe.”
Sinister and I spent the past few days getting to know each other better.
He took me out for meals, scowling at anyone that looked at me curiously.
We made a trip to the river and found a small embankment where we sat and let the water run over our feet.
Sinister drove us to the old fortress in the woods, where we walked hand in hand through the old rooms and relived the better memories of our time there.
He took me to meet Aidan, who held our hands and told us to be happy.
We talked, and fucked, and cried, and laughed .
And we came up with a plan. Richard is still nowhere to be found, but the other three men that took me? We know where they are, thanks to some help from Eric and Trey.
“What do you think?” I ask Sin with my hands on my hips.
We rearranged The Dollhouse by removing all the furniture and storing it behind the third section.
Sinister located more wall panels from God knows where, and we turned the warehouse into a maze.
We kept the hidden tunnels and added some fun new additions.
One thing I discovered is how rich Sinister is.
I guess being the hitman to the largest Mafia boss in the state has its perks.
I’ve never cared too much about money, beyond being able to buy necessities.
Second-hand furniture and clothing suits me fine.
But Sin has discovered he’s got a thing for providing for me, and I now own more clothes than I ever have in my life and get to have fancy new toys to play with.
I’ll never give up Barbie, though. She’s my ride or die.
Sinister glances down from the ladder he’s on, paint dripping from his brush. He wanted to add more decoration to the walls, so I let him at it. He won’t let me turn the blue lights on until he’s finished.
“Looks good,” he replies, glancing over the warehouse. “Have you sent out the invites?”
“Yep.” I tuck my hands in my back pockets and do a final turn through the building, double-checking where we placed the weapons. I sent Leo, Thom, and Chris invitations from The Dollhouse website. Knowing their predilections, I crafted an enticing summons they wouldn’t be able to refuse.
Sinister comes up behind me and wraps an arm around my waist. “Ready?” At my nod, he flips the switch, and the blue lights come on.
I turn in a slow circle, taking everything in.
On the retractable wall to the third section, he drew a monster and a wren.
Another wall holds our names and the date they separated us.
Scythes, crosses, and other deathly images cover the remaining walls, along with my original words that he’s interspersed with the pictures.
“It’s perfect,” I breathe, and Sin grins down at me. “Now let’s get ready. They’ll be here soon.”