Alle Kapitel von Sin Bound: short story collection: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 119

[ AVA’S POV ]The morning air in the house was cool against my skin, still marked from the night. Bruises like faint fingerprints on my hips. Bite marks on the soft inner curves of my thighs. Between my legs I was sore and sticky, his cum dried in thin trails that cracked when I moved. Every step made me feel it, the lingering stretch, the reminder that my half-brother had fucked me until I forgot my own name and then filled me until it leaked down my thighs.Dominic followed close enough that I could feel the heat of him at my back. He hadn’t touched me yet. He was making me wait. Making me walk through the silent rooms of our mother’s house with nothing covering the evidence of what we had done.The kitchen smelled faintly of the coffee I hadn’t made and the rain that still clung to the windows. Gray light pushed through the glass. Anyone standing in the side yard, or on the narrow path that cut between the hedges, would have a clear view of the long wooden table in the center of th

[ AVA’S POV ]The safe house was not what I expected.It sat at the end of a long, overgrown track two hours past the last real town, an old stone cottage half-swallowed by trees and mist. No neighbors. No streetlights. Just the sound of rain on the roof and the low growl of Dominic’s car as he killed the engine. The place looked abandoned from the outside. Inside, it was clean, stocked, and windowless on the ground floor except for narrow slits high on the walls. A fortress disguised as a ruin.Dominic locked the heavy door behind us, set the gun on the kitchen table, and checked every room in under three minutes. Only when he was satisfied did he turn to me.“Clothes off.”I didn’t argue. The drive had left me aching and soaked. Every shift of the seat had reminded me of the cum still inside me, of the way he had kept me open and marked. I stripped in the dim light of a single lamp. My sweater, jeans, the ruined underwear, everything pooled at my feet. Cool air kissed the wetness be

[ AVA’S POV ]I woke to the sound of the knife being sharpened.The soft, rhythmic scrape of steel on stone cut through the gray morning light of the safe house. Dominic sat at the small wooden table near the high window, shirtless, the matte blade moving steadily against the whetstone. The gun lay within reach. The list of names from Elias Crowe sat open beside him, two of them already crossed out in black ink.I was still naked under the sheet, thighs sticky, cunt sore and swollen from the night before. Every shift of my legs reminded me how thoroughly he had used me after we left the warehouse, in the car, against the wall the moment we walked through the door, then again on the bed until I was shaking and incoherent. His cum had dried in thin trails down my inner thighs. The bruises on my hips had darkened to a deep purple.He glanced over when he heard me move. His eyes dropped immediately to the sheet that had slipped down to my waist, then lower, to the faint sheen still visibl

[ AVA’S POV ]The ledgers smelled like old ink, dust, and other people’s secrets.Dominic spread them across the kitchen table of the safe house while I sat naked on the counter behind him, legs open, his cum still slowly leaking out of me onto the cool stone. He had not let me clean up after the last time. He wanted the physical reminder. Every time I shifted, another thick trickle slid down my inner thigh and he glanced over his shoulder to watch it with dark satisfaction.His bandaged arm moved carefully as he turned the pages. The bullet graze had stopped bleeding, but the white gauze was already spotted with faint pink. He ignored it completely. His focus was absolute, eyes scanning columns of names, dates, coded locations, and sums of money that made my stomach turn.“Roman’s entire network,” he said quietly. “Warehouses. Shell companies. The men who collect. The men who disappear. And here,” He tapped a page near the back. “Regular payments to a private security firm that speci

[ AVA’S POV ]The fire on the dock burned for hours.By the time the sky began to lighten, the private launch was a blackened skeleton and the bodies were ash and bone. Dominic drove us north without stopping, one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively between my legs, two fingers occasionally pressing against the damp center of my jeans just to feel the mess he had left in me. We didn’t speak. There was nothing left to say that the blood and the bullets and the way he had fucked me over Roman’s cooling body hadn’t already made clear.We abandoned the safe house before noon. Dominic wiped every surface, burned the last of the stained ledger pages, and left the stone cottage empty and cold. The car ate the miles. By nightfall we were in a different state, checking into a quiet lakeside cabin under names that belonged to no one. Cash only. No cameras. No questions.The cabin smelled of pine and old wood. One bedroom. One bed. A wide window that looked out over black water and