Sin's Submission [Demon Twins 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More] (8 page)

“Doonae say that. Please, Devon. Ye cannae send me away.”
Sin gulped as waves of panic and sadness overwhelmed her. She tasted the salt in her tears, but her mouth remained bone dry.

“Get the fuck out. Out of my house, out of my head, and out of my life.”

“Nay. I willnae leave ye. Stop saying that.”
Sin wailed openly. Ragged sobs made her chest ache, and her body trembled.
“Please.”

“You stop it! Stop fucking with my mind.”
Devon turned and charged at her. A whirlwind of rage and fury surrounded him like a dark cloak. He screamed in her face. “I. Don’t. Want. You. Here. How many fucking times must I tell you that? Get out!”

Sin cringed at the maliciousness in his features and tone. She couldn’t leave him. He needed her as much as she needed him.
“Nay!”
She raged against his rejection.

Devon squeezed his eyes shut and covered his ears wildly. His fingers curled and yanked at his wet hair savagely. “Get the fuck out of my head.” Sin stepped back as his eyes suddenly flew open. Molten silver swirled in the depths. He looked like a demon intent on raising hell and mayhem. And then he said the one word she could not accept. “Witch.”

Sin fell back as though he had struck her physically. Turning on her heels, she raced through the doorway. Blinded by her tears, she fled. But within, she knew she had nowhere to go. Devon owned her as completely as the first day he’d said the words aloud. Her body had been claimed and discarded, her heart snatched and crushed.

For the rest of the day, Sin alternated between pitiful crying and self-righteous cursing. It had taken three older men, mature enough to have daughters her age, to unlock the spirit within her. Kyle, with his easygoing camaraderie, had so easily baited with her sweet smiles and laughter. She had been hooked by Timber’s direct, honest outbursts that had left her speechless many times. Devon’s dark, consuming masculinity had drawn her in and secured her submission. She’d been as helpless as a fish caught in a net from the very beginning. Falling in love with them had been inevitable. Now she would be forced to return to her mundane existence, to the feeble fumbling of inexperienced guys her age who knew so little about life and pleasure, who knew nothing of her. A healthy portion of her anger had been directed at her all-knowing twin. Vice had promised exquisite passion and life-altering desire, but he had not mentioned this pain that was tearing her in two. Damn Vice. Damn her for being a naïve fool. And damn these men who still made her mouth and pussy drool while they cruelly ripped her heart out of her chest.

It was later that night when Kyle came to deliver her eviction, as though the first one hadn’t been harassing enough. Sin turned to Kyle desperately. “You cannae just stand there and tell me tae leave. I willnae accept yon money like a common tramp.” She threw the envelope containing the stack of bills, enough for a cab and airfare to Scotland, he’d come to deliver back at him. “Stand up tae Devon. Fight him, dammit. Fight
for
him,
with
him. Do something, anything except allow him tae continue living this hell.”

“What would you have me do, Sin? All he asked for was privacy. Was that too much? What the hell were you doing in his bedroom anyway?”

“He wasnae supposed tae be there, dammit.” Her voice lowered. “I go there when everyone leaves me during the day. It’s where I feel closer tae Devon, tae ye and Timber.”

“Oh, Sin.” Kyle grabbed her and hugged her tightly. His arms were bands of steel and welcoming comfort. “I had no idea you were lonely. Not one of us had enough sense. We kept you like a prisoner, didn’t we?”

Sin shook her head. His shirt was crumpled and damp with her tears. “I doonae mind. That bedroom is the only place I ever felt like I fitted, where I could be myself without fear of being condemned.”

“I know, baby.” He stroked her hair soothingly. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m sorry for making you lose your temper, even if I do find that accent of yours mighty sexy.”

Her life and dreams had been shattered to inconspicuous pieces. She wanted to scream, rant, and plea for them not to cast her away. And here he was making her want to smile again.
Damn you, Kyle
. She had to be rational. There was too much at stake. In a calmer manner, she inquired, “Do you really want me to leave?”

Sin felt his quick inhale clearly with her head pressed against his chest. “Hell no. I can’t even image a life without you now.” Slowly, his hold on her body tightened until she could barely breathe. “If it were up to me, I would tuck you right here.” His chin pressed down, sealing his hold on her. “And keep you here for all eternity.”

Through the haze of pain, a small ray of hope ignited within her. “Then help me.” She looked up into his face. His brown eyes were soft, melting swirls of chocolate. “Help me help Devon. There has to be a way to make him trust me.”

“Trust?” His chest rumbled on a chuckle, but there was no amusement in his gaze. “Devon trusts no one.”

“But you and Timber, he allows you both to see his body. He trusts you.”

“No, Sin.” Kyle shook his head somberly. “That has nothing to do with trust. It’s his own twisted way of seeking redemption.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

Kyle swiped his hand over his face. It was obvious this was a matter that had concerned him for some time as well. “Devon doesn’t believe he deserves anything good. Me and Timber are like rewards, eye candy he offers women as payment for the offense of his touch.”

Sin shook her head sadly. “Why does he see himself as such a beast?”

“Just one more of the many scars he was left with. Not all are on the surface.”

The thick knot in Sin’s chest tightened. “There is also so much good in him and so much to be proud of. Tell me, Kyle. Tell me what happened to him.”

“It’s not a pretty story.”

“I’m not squeamish.”

The corners of Kyle’s lips lifted. “You’re definitely not that.” He sighed heavily. “What I’m telling you is in the strictest of confidence.” She nodded solemnly, and he continued. “Devon was abused by his tyrannical father throughout his childhood. Wealth and power were a deadly mix, and the monster used both as armors to hide his evil. I can’t say exactly what he did to Devon, but from the wounds he carries, I think there wasn’t anything the fucker didn’t do to him.”

“So many scars.” Sin frowned. “How did he get away for that long? Why didn’t anyone do anything?”

“Simple. No one knew. Nobody even had a clue that there existed a boy who lived in a dungeon, surviving the most inhumane treatment. According to what me and Timber were able to find out, Devon’s mother died in a mysterious accident while he was still an infant. To us there is nothing mysterious at all. The dog had simply discarded his old victim as soon as fresh new prey had arrived.”

Grabbing Kyle’s hand, Sin dug her nails in. “Are you saying he tortured Devon from the time he was a baby, and no even knew this baby existed. How did he get away?”

“The father or Devon?” Kyle shrugged. “In Devon’s case, the child grew into a man. He escaped. He could not even speak when he entered the world, but Devon is a survivor. And, well, the father committed suicide not long after Devon found freedom.”

“The bastard probably knew Devon would come for him.”

Kyle smiled simply. “He sure did himself a favor by putting that bullet in his head.” He grew serious. “Coming back to trust, I think Devon tried at times to get help. He hasn’t said anything, but I refuse to believe a person as strong and determined as Devon would have idled away his time without rebelling. A mansion the size he was held captive in had to have had many servants.”

“You think he begged people there but was denied help and eventually got away on his own.”

“Yes, Sin, that’s exactly what I believe. Devon was never given a reason to have faith in humanity, so he shrugged mankind off and lives by his own principles.”

Sin had to agree, but how did Kyle and Timber fit into the picture? They could not be simple medals of bravery Devon plugged in his sub’s pussies. “You and Timber must mean more to him than you think.”

“Huh!” Kyle threw his hands into the air in frustration. “Devon doesn’t even allow us to take cell phone contracts without first having us sign a contract with him first. He even makes us sign our names on the dotted line with matters pertaining to the bedroom.”

Sin’s jaw dropped to her chest. “You mean you had to sign a contract?” Her finger stabbed into her chest.

Kyle nodded. “I’m sorry. But I have to be honest so you understand just how impossible it is for Devon to trust.”

Her temples throbbed, and she rubbed them distractedly. She could not give up. If he had fought for so long and survived, the least she could do was put up her own fists. This man was worth fighting for. And she damn sure wasn’t walking away like those people who had abandoned him in his most dire time of need. “Kyle, I believe Devon is about to learn that I am no simple sub. Now are you with me or not?”

Kyle laughed heartily. “Do you even have to ask?”

* * * *

Sin entered the lion’s den. Even with Kyle clutching her hand, she was still apprehensive. She caught Timber’s surprised glance and wished she’d asked for his support before facing her Devon.

Devon lurched in his chair so fast, the drink in his hand spilled over. “What is she still doing here?” He looked at Sin and Kyle’s joined hands pointedly. “Or have you come to say your good-byes, Kyle? Good fucking luck to you both.”

Kyle stiffened beside Sin, but his voice was unwavering. “Nobody’s leaving.” He placed the envelope of money on a desk nearby. “I signed a contract, remember. Sin still owes me a night.”

“So go find a fucking motel.”

“Shall I quote the contract?”

Devon rose slowly. Sin saw clearly that his calm speed was absolutely no indication of his mood. The air practically vibrated from the waves of rage beating off him. “Fuck you, Kyle. She is my slave, and I’ve had enough of her.”

In the straightforward way Timber always spoke, he interjected, “I haven’t had enough. I also want my night.”

Sin sighed in relief at Timber’s support. Silently, she conveyed her gratitude with a slight smile. Devon, however, was not the least bit impressed. “Well, screw you, too, Timber.” His eyes narrowed dangerously. “My word is final. She leaves.”

Sin stepped forward. Her insides trembled, but she was not willing to show him her fear. “Actually, had you drawn up papers regarding a damn mutt, it would have suited you better. But I am a living, feeling person, and I refuse to be thrown aside simply because you haven’t the balls to finish what you started.”

Devon froze. “A damn dog sounds fucking more appealing.”

“How about a kitty?” Sin taunted him by licking her lips as her lashes lowered seductively. “It is immensely more pleasurable.”

A single eyebrow raised as Devon smirked. “Perhaps if it didn’t talk.”

“I don’t have to.”
Sin smiled serenely as she sent her message mentally.
“I can smell the scent of your pre-cum. Is your cock hard and ready, or would you like me to suck on it, Master?”

The tick on Devon’s jaw grew agitated. The look he gave her was purely vulpine. “Have you told your ardent supporters that you’re a witch?”

She matched his sly gaze even though it stung to high heaven having that name brandished about. “Why would you say that?”

“Oh come now, Sin.” Devon walked up to her and towered over her menacingly. “Tell them how you can read and speak into minds.”

Sin swallowed hard. It was hard to concentrate with Devon invading her space. “If I could do that, then I wouldn’t have had to ask so many questions, would I?” She sighed heavily. “But I don’t like lying, even though I know I can get away with it, so I will be honest. My mother was a Scottish seer. She performed an ominous mating ritual to call on the spirit of a demon lover to impregnate her with his seed. My father was the dark prince of ecstasy and lust.” She stepped forward and ran her nails down Devon’s muscled abs. “I possess no magic. Devon, you are only one I’ve been able to communicate with in such a manner. Even my twin, Vice’s, internal thoughts evade me. My devil father gifted me just two things, his dark visage and his ravenous hunger for the flesh.” Acceptance and fierce pride of her heritage coursed through her. She was finally free. “Now which of you hot-blooded mortals will feed my demonic lust first?” Thick silence greeted her challenge.
There, I’ve opened myself to ridicule and slander.
Now it was up to them to accept or destroy her.

* * * *

Devon stared at Sin in shock. There was such a fierce light of determination burning in her eyes. She would admit such things just to stay? They could have condemned her as a devil’s spawn. She would rather face their scorn than their rejection? Was it possible that she truly wanted to stay that badly even after seeing his beastly body? He was almost afraid to ask. So he didn’t. He accepted and then did what he knew best. He took control.

Turning away, he strode to his armchair and sat down. He could see the uncertainty on her flushed face and took pleasure in enjoying it for a moment before commanding. She changed so easily from fire-breathing dragon to beguiling temptress to subdued slave that he knew he would never bore with her. “Come here, Sin.”

She came willingly. Her shoulders shook as she trembled before him. Did she really believe he would throw her out after such a confession? Hell, the moment she’d stepped into his room he’d been struck by the desire to just grab onto her and never release her. He knew her admission was for his benefit. She trusted him. He closed his eyes and tried to let go of anger and hatred that had ruled over his life from birth. She could stand before him bravely, proud of the fact that her father was a demon. Perhaps being a beast was not so unacceptable. Beneath it all they were the same, misfits in this world, and he was damn blessed that she had found him. Together they could maybe make life worth living and loving. “Take off your dress and come lie on my lap.”