Sweet Sin - S01 E05

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Sweet Sin - S01 E05

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5

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The murderousness in Dean’s expression thickened, extending behind his lids immediately he heard that. He dashed for the tree.

Hearing his approaching footsteps, Seraphina broke into another run, scurrying out from behind the tree, but her luck seems to have dried out.

Dean caught her by the back of her neck before she could even go two steps beyond the tree.

Thanks to the sweat on her skin, she was able to slip away from his hold.

Her race resumed.

Again, her luck was insufficient. Dean’s knife met her arm from behind. The cut tore across her skin, down to the elbow.

“Ahhh!…hh!! Ahh Dean!!”

Her voice sounded strangled, choked.

Her toes staggered into the dirt, bringing her to her knees. She grabbed the bleeding arm with her other palm, but it wasn’t enough to cover the cut. Blood trickled out of the spaces between her fingers.

The Estate ate her cries for late dinner, gulping it down.

“Seraphina, Seraphina….” Dean chanted, crouching in front of her, eyes sheening with craziness. “Those who touch my marked territories, don’t live to tell the story.”

“You tricked me,” Seraphina’s broken voice came. “Y…ou…you…”

“Mm-mm!” Dean placed the knife blade in the middle of her lips, shutting her up. “Don’t talk to me, your voice makes my ears itch too much. Tell me why a blessed man like me—Dean St. Graves, should have a stammerer as a wife.”

Seraphina gulped, her eyeball staring hurtfully at his own. She has been hearing this hurt from her parents and sisters for years, and she got used to the pain, but hearing it from a man she had loved for years broke something different inside her.

She felt scarred, all-over again.

And it might feel like they’re the only two here, but around them, she could feel the presence of the Priest.

From her peripheral vision, she could still see him standing there, gazing like a creep who belongs in the pit of the hottest hell rather than the sacred altar of a church.

He’s still there, watching.

“You realize I run an Investment Empire, right?” Dean’s voice found her ears again. “Now imagine if my First Lady is told to give a speech after a successful contract, you’d probably be like….I…ba…ba…ma…”

Dean couldn’t say more before laughing out derisively, the sound mockingly loud.

Unable to take the mockery anymore, Seraphina’s bloody palm flew up his face, but before she could smack him, he caught her by the wrist, brought that hand down into the dirt, and slapped her.

“Imbecile!!!” She cried.

He slapped her again.

“F+cka$s!!!” She wailed.

He slapped, again.

Then she plugged her teeth to his chest, biting into his flesh.

Roughly, Dean pushed her head off, smashing it to the ground before kicking her in the belly.

She rolled all the way back, clutching that tummy and groaning.

Dean rose, checking out his chest. The wound from her bite drew blood which soaked his shirt in a small circle.

“Cursed Stammerer!” He cussed, getting his phone and dialled his guards.

They stay in the Estate, too. They only moved to the back tonight at his orders, but now, this bi+ch here needs to be bundled.

Three hefty, heavily-built men appeared in black pants and blue shirts, all carrying guns.

“Take her to the mansion. Put a duct tape on her mouth and wrists and ankles, and wait for me.” He ordered.

“Yes Sir!” They echoed, tucking their guns in their holsters.

One of them threw Seraphina unto his shoulders with an hand like she weights a paper piece.

Her hair dangled messily as she was taken away in her weak state.

Then, Dean faced Tobias who’s STILL standing by that road.

He stalked to him like he’d jump into his head, but right in front of him, he stopped walking.

They’re both giant, but Tobias is taller by a notch, obviously.

His hands are still by his sides, palms nonchalantly open, gait straight.

“Now tell me, p+ssya+s, what the f+ck are you doing in my Estate?” Dean questioned.

“I wasn’t home when you built this estate and hosted housewarming party. I think it’s gentlemanly to come take a look.” Tobias said gently.

Dean scoffed.

“Gentlemanly? Can you stop this annoying facade? It’s making me wanna kill everyone related to you including myself! You enjoyed what I did to the Stammerer just now, didn’t you? I know you intentionally showed me her hiding place cos you knew I’d do that to her and you’d enjoy watching it! You still enjoy watching violence, and you still enjoy creating it!” Dean spat.

Tobias eyes went down, looking like the lashes would cover the eyes for a while before he suddenly grabbed Dean by the shirt—just the way Dean grabbed him by the stole of his vestment earlier in front of the Rectory.

An unintended grunt escaped Dean’s throat, but he swallowed it.

“I missed you, twin brother. Too bad you still didn’t grow taller than me. I’m disappointed.” Tobias whispered to his face, then he released him as suddenly as he grabbed him.

Dean was still wondering what that meant when Tobias walked down the road without looking back till he disappeared into the shadows.

“Sickas+!” Dean threw his fist, exhaling before heading back to the mansion.

When she arrived, Kelly was sitting on the armchair.

She treated her arm by herself with stuff from the first-aid box since the fork stab wasn’t very deep.

She bandaged her shoulder.

Now, she held up her glass of blue wine, cross-legged.

On the ground, Seraphina lay flat.

Her mouth is duct taped.

Wrists, wrapped with duct tape too.

Same with her ankles.

But her eyes are open. Her makeup is half-wiped, and now the bruises from the fight she had with her sisters yesterday are showing.

“Babe!” Kelly spranged up the moment she sighted Dean.

She threw her arms around him, and when she saw the little bleeding on his chest, she gasped.

“What the f+ck!”

“The bitch bit me, bit it’s ok… she’s got higher tortures to endure.” Dean said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll rub it with my p+ssy juice tonight, and it’ll heal. You know your skin loves my pussy too.” Kelly hung her arm on his neck.

“Nasty ass,” Dean smiled.

“Exactly,” she laughed. “By the way, we about to make it bigger from the newly signed contract with Redd Holdings. It’s hot.”

Kelly is the Analyst of Wrath Investments Empire. Apart from being his fiancee, she also works diligently in his company.

“I signed that contract hastily for a reason. The pros are a lot.” Dean nodded, kissing her shoulder bandage deeply.

“And I heard he is back,” Kelly suddenly frowned, disengaging from him. She dropped her wine glass.

“He?” Dean frowned too.

“C’mon you you who. Your bloody ass twin brother. The cultist turned Priest. He officiated your wedding with this Stammerer?” Kelly said.

“I didn’t wanna tell you cos you have no have no business with him, Kelly.” Dean cleared.

“You’re forgetting I was also a student of Hollow University,” Kelly parted her hair. At a spot on the scalp, there’s a big cut scar sitting there.

“He did this, Dean. Night of the faculty dinner, he didn’t only slash you with the cutlass, he also f+ckin slashed me!” She glared. “And you said I have no business with him? He’s paying every blood debt!”

“Sure he will,” Dean nodded. “You damn know he will, but for tonight, can we stay high? No Tobias talk.”

“Ok!” Kelly shrugged.

Together, they faced Seraphina who has been on the ground all along.

“Listen good, Seraphina. I married you for a reason known to only me, and torture is your sole purpose in this house. You listen to orders, your torture lessens, you disobey, you cry blood. The first rule is the curfew rule. Meaning; no matter where you go, by 7pm, you should be back to this estate and lock yourself in your room. If you come back by 7:01, I’ll kill you, and you’re aware that your family don’t care about you, so they won’t even ask for your body.”

As the words left Dean’s mouth, Seraphina couldn’t even react.

She’s still a bundle of duct tapes, helpless and hopeless.

“Take her to her room. Her duct tapes aren’t leaving her till tomorrow morning.” Dean continued.

The guards came back—two of them this time.

They bundled her on a shoulder again, and Kelly slapped her ass.

Seraphina struggled, and Kelly grinned.

“You don’t deserve that ass,I do.”

“Babe, you’re a ten. Your hourglass body is enough for me.” Dean’s palm stuck her own a$s.

“I knowww,” she drawled, chuckling.

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[Redd Estate – Second Floor]

This floor belongs to Kimmy, her kid, and Acosta the husband.

Acosta is a live-in husband anyways. He’s the one who took Kimmy’s surname, going from Acosta Simpson to Acosta Redd.

At 9pm, the Skyscraper lights are still brightly on.

Peach is in her room, reading her textbooks after writing her assignments. But the noises from her parents room is distracting.

“F+ck! Costa!”

“My p+ssy is so sweet!”

“Yeah give me that black c+vk!”

“Right on the spot!”

“That damn place!”

Peach plugged in her headphones, playing one of her comfort piano tunes—Gibran Alcocer Idea 22.

Thankfully, that blocked out the noises.

Inside the parents room, Kimmy is under Acosta, taking his c+vk with a dog leash looped around his neck.

Whenever he doesn’t hit the right spot, she pulls the belt, and he gags and increases his pace.

For an hour now, he has been laboring on her, slashing like she’s a rock that’s unaffected by his efforts.

Her greedy pussy kept sucking him in, spitting him out, then asking for more and more.

“Ohh….” She fondled with her own breasts, rolling the n+pples between her fingers. “F+ck me harder!”

She pulled the leash on Acosta’s neck, and water flowed from his eyes at the insane tightness.

He tapped the bed, gagging, stopping.

Kimmy pulled, again.

“Kkkk….!!!” He choked, tapping again.

Kimmy let go of the leash finally, and he slid out of her hotness, angrily unstrapping the belt from his neck.

He threw the belt to the room corner. “You were on a mission to kill me?” He widened his eyes.

“What are you talking about? You didn’t even f+ck me good!” Kimmy swept her hair back, getting a weed roll and a lighter from the drawer.

“You nearly choked me to death with the leash!” Acosta spat.

“And you deserve it for not f+ckin me good!” Kimmy stood to him, blowing smokes to his face. “We got the surest investment today, tonight should be a night of celebration, and you should f+ck me so good till I pass out, but you failed! Why? Acosta, I know it’s because of Peach! Cos I made her go to school in the morning? What silly husband holds a grudge against his wife only because she made their daughter go to school!”

Acosta pointed a finger at her. “I can’t believe you’re proud of sending our sick daughter to school and pressuring her unhealthily!”

“Costa, I want you to get that finger off my face!” Kimmy glared, standing up to him. Nakedness stroke n+kedness.

“Ma’am, Sir, dinner has been set.” The maid announced at the door.

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[Topmost Floor]

This floor is the penthouse of the skyscraper, and it’s where the heads of the building—Genevieve and Marley stays at.

Breakfast happens for everyone in this building on their individual floors, but dinner is where everyone bonds over food, so they must have it with their parents at the top floor.

Genevieve and Marley are already seated, but not eating yet as they’re waiting for the rest to join them.

“Congratulations to us as we sent off a bad luck today, and as we secured our biggest contract of the month.” Genevieve raised a toast.

“Cheers,” Marley clinked his glass with hers, and they drank to it.

“When are you wrapping up the shoot of the show you’re on?” Marley asked, dropping the glass.

“Should be done by next week, just few scenes left. Three sex scenes inclusive.” Genevieve muttered.

“Cancel it, you damn know my views about s+x scenes, Gene,” Marley held eyes with her briefly.

“What do think? I got a body double for the scenes. Ain’t no way I’m letting another man see what’s meant for just you, Marley.” Genevieve replied without looking at him.

“I found peace the day I found you, Gene,” Marley smiled.

“And you’ve been expanding, getting richer. I blessed you with brilliant kids except the one bad luck which we’ve finally cast out.” Genevieve raised her shoulders proudly.

Marley inched close, attaching their lips in a deep kiss.

The clearing of throats interrupted them as Kimmy and Acosta entered with Peach who’s holding her teddy.

They settled around the table too.

Kimmy made sure Peach sat beside Genevieve on the table.

“Hey, grandbaby,” Genevieve stroked her hair slowly.

Peach hid her shaky hands under her teddy bear before smiling warily. “Grams, Granps, I…I got full marks in my math tests today again.”

“Of course you did, you’re my grandbaby after all.” Marley stroked her hair too, and that made her gain some confidence.

She smiled widely.

Across the table, Kimmy smiled too.

Acosta is the only blank one. He still has red bruises around his neck from the insane leash.

“And why is Dora not here?” Genevieve asked.

“I know y’all wouldn’t eat your late dinner if you don’t see the crackhead of the family!” Dora said loudly, coming in looking drunk.

“What’s up family!” She raised her two hands in the air.

“Dora, the hell…” Marley sighed. “You drank, again?”

“It’s not an abomination for her to drink, Marley. Shake it off.” Genevieve replied.

“I’ll get her to her room,” Kimmy stood, getting a hold of Dora who’s still swinging herself.

“Kim! By tomorrow evening! Exactly 7pm, we have to go visit Talentless Frump in her new house. I wanna beat her ass, I miss beating her.” Dora said after belching, her arm going over Kimmy’s shoulder.

“Of course, but for now… inside!” Kimmy nodded, taking her upstairs.

The dinner started without the two, and Acosta felt really suffocated with only his wife’s parents here with him.

But they don’t even acknowledge him. They never do, unless it’s about work at the company.

So, they ate.

“About Valhalla Club,” Genevieve talked suddenly.

“Gene, can we not talk while eating?” Marley cut in with a smile.

“You know best,” Genevieve smiled back, returning to her meal.

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