Sin's Submission [Demon Twins 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More] (2 page)

“Don’t look so alarmed, Sin. You were taking your sweet time getting control of your life. I merely stepped in to help you along. That damn thing was as constricting as a bloody hangman’s noose. I can’t believe you actually wore it this long.”

“It was not your choice to make. Damn you!” Everything was spiraling out of control.

“Stop being so melodramatic. You’re whining like a damn spoilt puppy.”

Melodramatic? He has just set my life on a one-way, first-class ticket to destination hell, and he says I’m whining?
Sin had always kept a tight rein on her temper, but it was fast taking complete control of her senses. “I’m so sick of your condescending, fucking know-it-all attitude. Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Because contrary to what you think, I care about you. I am just as fucking sick and tired of watching you wade through life like an apparition. You don’t even know who you are. This is good for you.”

“Good for me?” Sin slammed her fist into the highly polished table. The shard of heat ran up her arm, and she welcomed the pain. “Did you ever pay attention when Mama warned us? Do you ever think further than your own base desires?”

Vice moved so fast, Sin had hardly blinked before he was dragging her from her chair. “It was pretty damn hard to ignore a woman who rattled on and on day in and day out about your father being a cursed devil, about us being demonic offspring. She says she called on the prince of darkness to sire her children. Well, he did his job. Here we are.” His fingers dug in painfully as he shook her. “Can you not feel the power stirring within you? That is the power of our father, Sin. Why should we ignore it? Mama certainly had no reservations when he took her body and planted his seed.”

Sin struggled against his hold. “He was evil, a spirit called to life by a desperate witch’s chant. She lived her life regretting she ever performed that dark ritual.”

“Regret or not, we are the living results.” He lowered his head until he was staring straight into her eyes. “Mama tried to bind this force that resides within us. But it will not be stilled. It will not be denied. Admit it, Sin. You’ve been restless and unsatisfied. Your essence, your sexuality, and every fiber of what you are was tied and knotted, ruthlessly bound until last night.” His voice lowered to a low, compelling drone. “I felt the power of your dreams, Sin.”

Sin’s breath was coming in short, uneven pants. Her dreams did not emulate Vice’s lifestyle. Oh yes, her dreams had been carnal and erotic enough to make her pussy drip with musky juices, but not in the way he must be envisioning. Vice was a dom, intent of bending the will of others, venting his passion and prowess on those who were like her. “Weak.” As she made the admission, her uncertainty came across clearly when her voice broke into her homeland brogue. “In my dreams, I havenae control. I havenae power like ye have. I am weak, subservient tae a mon’s every whim.”

“Not weak, little sis.” He crushed her to the hard wall of his chest. “Simply unafraid to accept what truly pleases you. You and I are like two sides to a coin, Sin. I have thrived with my powers unleashed, yet I am incomplete. Unless you are freed, a part of me is still bound.” He drew her slowly away and ran his thumb down her cheek in a gentle caress. “The man I owe the money to is someone I intentionally sought out and provoked. For you. The two men he invites to the bed chamber to share his women are also trustworthy. I have already offered you to him.” His finger caught a tear as it escaped. “Don’t be afraid, Sin. He will teach you what you need to learn about yourself.”

Her brother was strong and independent. How could she trust perfect strangers? “I ken ye are right, Vice, but I doonae think I can do this.”

“And so you will continue to merely exist behind this curtain that lulls you into false security. You will never know what it is to be a complete woman.” Vice’s smile became soft and understanding. “Mama was wrong to bind our sexual cravings. It was never a curse. It is a gift, a magnificent, insatiable prize. You must feed off that energy, Sin. It will make you truly live.”

Sin hung her head. It filled her with shame to admit her fears, especially when her own flesh and blood was so fearless. “What will this mon do with me?”

The lines around Vice’s mouth tightened. “Anything and everything. Just as I demand the complete surrender of my sub in the bedroom, you, my beautiful twin, will surrender without reserve. I am the ultimate dom, and you shall be the extreme submissive.”

Sin shivered as he stepped back. His words both scared and inflamed her at the same time. Would the surrendering of her body to a man be as poignantly arousing as her dreams had hinted at? Could she accept whatever he did to her, or they if he chose to invite his friends?

Almost as though Vice had heard her questions clearly, he stated, “For now all you need to do is trust me. Haven’t I always taken care of you, Sin?” He turned to the door without waiting for her answer. “We’ll get the first available flight to the States. I will stay only for the introduction and turn you into his keeping for whatever time frame he deems fit compensation for this debt.” Pausing on the threshold, he cautioned without turning. “Oh, and when you meet him, try not to stare. He won’t appreciate it.”

* * * *

Devon Collins stared at the fidgeting creature before him. Her black eyes scoured his face, dissecting each scar with the hot caresses. He hated when people stared at him. “I see you don’t take instructions well.” He tossed a glance at the tall man beside her. The arrogant fool simply shrugged as though it was not his problem.

But the solution he offered certainly held merit. “A blindfold perhaps.”

Devon inclined his head. His cock stirred at the idea of covering those hot, passionate eyes with a heavy sheet of velvet. Even before he could fully appreciate the image that formed in his mind, her thick lashes dropped, concealing her intriguing eyes.

When he’d met with the brother, Vice Kenna, he’d hoped the word “twin” lived up to his expectations. It had. Just as Vice was all male, Sin was all soft femininity. The black hair and striking eyes were amazing in their similarity, but Sin Kenna was curvaceous and wonderfully rounded in all the right places. Her hips flared out, inviting the grips of a man as he thrust into her. Her clothes were baggy, but his trained eyes took her measure accurately. God, a man could suck on those bountiful breasts all night.

And yet she somehow managed to look entirely fragile. The contradiction of her well-built body and her delicate-appearing character intrigued him. His blood fairly steamed as he watched a slight shudder rake her body. All he wanted to do was reach across his oak desk and pinch her nipples until her juices ran down her thighs. But the twin peaks were well hidden beneath an unsightly tweed coat. Her legs, which he was willing to bet were sturdy and plump with generously dimpled flesh, were likewise concealed under her ankle-length schoolmarm’s skirt.
Fuck!
He wanted to tear those appalling garments off her and wrap her in little bits of silk and scraps of satin and then slowly rip even those off until she was naked and fully exposed to his hungry gaze.

Slowly, knowing full well this curious creature’s curiosity had not been fully satisfied, he undid his cuff links. The solid silver blocks clanked heavily on the desk. He smirked inwardly as she practically jumped out of her skin. Her lashes fluttered as she surely strained to see what his hands were doing. With infinite patience, he rolled his dark sleeves up to his forearms. Intentionally, he kept his arms in full view. Now she would see that his scars were not limited to his face.

The soft gasp was all the confirmation he needed. Whether his battered body appealed to her or not, her rights to quibble had been taken out of her hands. Her creamy flesh would meld against the ridges of each of his wounds. He would ride her in every possible way as he lapped at her unblemished body. She would have no choice. He decreed it so. “I will taste your wares before settling on a time frame.”

The dual dark jewels flew once again to his face. “My brother.” Her voice was so soft Devon could have sworn he’d actually heard it only in his head.

Vice cleared his throat. “I’ll give you privacy.”

Devon arched a single eyebrow. He watched as Vice made his way to the door. “Stop. You need not leave. Just divert your attention.” Quiet satisfaction strummed through him as Vice froze on the spot. As Vice’s gaze remained on the heavy door, Devon grunted. He’d judged the man well. Vice shared his passion for the extremes in sexual heights.

Devon rose as he studied Sin closely. A becoming flush of red crept up Sin’s cheeks. The blush probably went all the way down her throat, but Devon could not say. Heavy, old-fashioned lace was strangling her. He approached her slowly, fully expecting her to flee to the safety of her brother’s arms. She surprised him by not moving. More gratifying was the fact that her eyes remained downcast. She may have had a slow start, but it looked at though delicious Sin was a fast learner.
Pity. I would love punishing you.
His cock raged as he stalked.

She was so short that he had to bend to whisper in her ear as he drew to a halt behind her. “Don’t be alarmed. I won’t fuck you with your brother present.”

Her quick, sharp intake of air made him want to break his oath. His palms itched. It would be so easy to push her facedown onto his desk, shred those hideous skirts, and plunge his hard cock deep into her. He drew in deep breaths until his control was once again complete before whispering hotly, “Go to the desk and bend over the edge.” As she moved to comply, he instructed further, “Lift your skirts all the way to your waist and pull down your panties. I want to see your ass.”

His trained eyes caught the tightening of Sin’s jaw. Her throat moved soundlessly as she swallowed. Devon nudged her. “I don’t like to wait, Sin.”

He waited impatiently as she steeped to the desk. Her head turned to her brother. Devon’s words were laced with annoyance. “Do that again and I’ll spank you right here in front of your brother.”

Stiff, coarse material riffled as she hurriedly yanked her skirts up. Devon’s eyes rolled to the ceiling when they were greeted by god-awful full underwear that covered everything worth seeing. “Take that off.” His irritation spilled in his voice. Why the devil did she wear such ghastly clothes? A body like hers should be left free and unhindered. He would have to remedy her insipid fashion sense quickly.

Finally the white cotton panties fell to her ankles. The muscles on her thighs clenched together in a futile effort to conceal her precious jewels as she leaned over his desk. Her attempt was in vain. Nothing was hidden. Her generous ass cheeks splayed open, begging for his touch. The deep valley lay in shadows and promised satisfying treasures. Dewy droplets of moisture glistened against her trimmed, dark pubic hair. He walked to the delicious offering. Tenderly, he cupped the fleshy orbs of her ass and squashed the ripe plumpness. God, her name was apt. She was “sin” in the flesh with a body made to satisfy any man.

There were so many things he wanted to do with her and teach her. Her body was made to accept the thrusting of more than one cock. He would provide adequately. A web of tiny red lines marred her milky flesh, a reminder of the long flight she’d just been on. He was demanding but not a tyrant, so he’d make this quick.

“Open your legs, Sin.” His finger toyed with the dent marking the end of her ass crack. The cute dimple begged for his patient strokes, but the beguiling witch was not complying. Her cheeks remained firmly clenched. He looked up and found her searching over her shoulder for her brother. Devon grabbed chunks of her flesh and squeezed angrily. “I never ask twice.” He waited for her attention to turn to him fully before raising his hand. “I never repeat an instruction.” The sound of his hard palm smacking her tender ass echoed through the silent office. “And I never renegade on my vow to punish.”

Ignoring her struggles as she writhed, his fingers delved ruthlessly into the tight passage. He drew the flesh apart until he fought the delicate puckered entrance to her anus. Gathering the thick, creamy moisture that had gathered within her pussy folds, he returned to lather and tease the sensitive creases of her ass. Simultaneously, he gently petted the red bruise he’d left on her. Her soft mewls followed quickly, and Devon inserted his thumb into the tight opening. The ripples of her ample ass were alluring. He longed to sink his teeth in and taste her softness.

Sin’s voice was hoarse with need.
“Doonae stop. Please, ye cannae stop now.”

The muscles around her anus clenched as Devon froze.
Fuck! Scottish brogue as thick and decadent as rich gravy
. But this was only the tip of his iceberg of chilling confusion. This time he was sure she had spoken into his mind. Perplexed, intrigued, and genuinely fascinated, he managed to croak out, “I’ll be merciful just this once, my pet. Remember, you owe me for my quick forgiveness.”

With that he removed his digit and pulled out his handkerchief from his trouser pocket. It was not an easy task. His bulge was so big, the pockets were pressed severely against his hips. More than a little annoyed at his lack in control, and even angrier at his show of mercy, he wiped at his hands. What was it about this woman that made him want to be gentle? And how the hell was she speaking to him in his head?

His thoughts churned with outlandish speculations. Whatever secrets she held, he would have time to reveal them. He directed his attention to her brother’s rigid back. “One week. Thereafter, we’ll consider this matter settled.” He caught Sin’s flustered face as she quickly put her clothes to rights. He wondered if she could read his thoughts. Well, if she could, he only had one thing to say to her.
“I own you now, Sin.”
He just hoped one week would be enough.

* * * *

Sin looked around the large, elegantly furnished room once more. Devon’s office had hinted at wealth, and his house certainly did not disappoint. It was also obvious that he’d phoned ahead, because her every comfort had been seen to as soon as she’d arrived. Vice had had the most self-satisfied grin when he’d said his good-byes in the stretch limo Devon had provided. Sin had been caught between the urge to either slug her brother for his unabashed arrogance or flee with him back to her homeland.