by Dani René
Ruthless
Sins of Seven Series
Dani René
Edited by
Candice Royer
Copyright © 2018 by Dani René
Published by Dani René
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ISBN: 978-0-639-93664-2
Contents
WARNING
Prologue
1. Callan
2. Madison
3. Callan
4. Madison
5. Callan
6. Madison
7. Callan
8. Madison
9. Callan
10. Madison
11. Callan
12. Madison
13. Callan
14. Madison
15. Callan
16. Madison
17. Callan
18. Madison
19. Callan
20. Madison
21. Callan
22. Madison
23. Callan
24. Oliver
25. Callan
26. Callan
27. Madison
Epilogue
Playlist
Sneak Peek of Indulge
Prologue
Sins of Series Buy Links
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Stalk Links
Also by Dani René
WARNING
In a world of secrets, where sins are hidden from sight, people live their lives hoping that those around them never know what desires they conceal. The darkest needs, those that taunt just below the surface. Those they hide in the deepest recesses of their minds. Those things they don’t admit to. The things they don’t talk about. That’s what this series touches on. You may find some of the subject matter disturbing, you may even look away, cringe, and gasp. But that’s why I wanted to write these seven couples. These couples came to me with their confessions and I obeyed their need to have their stories told. The dark, depraved, the taboo. The things we may find tempting, alluring, and may even be turned on by it. That’s what I wanted to write.
Each story is an interconnected standalone, delving into the relationship of the couples you’ll meet. There will be sex, there will most certainly be foul language. And there will DEFINITELY be commanding alphas and feisty heroines.
The Sins of Seven revolves around seven couples who are so different in nature, in what their likes and dislikes are. They’re each unique in desire, in their personalities, and even in the way they try to show affection. They don’t love. At least, they don’t think they do, they don’t believe they’re worthy of it.
Each story will make a point of focusing on one of the seven deadly sins.
Greed, Pride, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath, Envy.
Although they’ll be released in their own order, you’ll be able to tell which sin follows which couple and their journey to possibly find their happily ever after.
Please heed this warning.
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*This is a dark romance, suitable for mature audiences, 18+ ONLY. Strong sexual themes and violence, which could trigger emotional distress, are found in this story. Certain scenes are graphic and could be upsetting to some. This story is NOT for everyone. Proceed with caution. Discretion is advised.
Dedication
To the women who’ve been through hell and seen the sun rise again. To those who’ve needed something more than life offered. You’re strong, you’re capable, don’t ever let anyone ever bring you down.
As Madison learns in her story, heal yourself, nobody else can do it for you.
“Tis said that wrath is the last thing in a man to grow old.”
Alcaeus
Prologue
Callan
I’ve never been a good man.
I’m not the man you take home to meet your parents.
Hell, I’m not even the guy you want your friends to meet.
I’ve done bad things.
So many, in fact, I doubt I’ll ever make it to heaven. But that doesn’t stop me from living the life I enjoy. If I’m going to hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.
I take each day as it comes. And when I have a job to do, something I’ve been trained to do, I do it well. I’m a dangerous man. I revel in watching life drain from those whose lives I take.
Six months ago, I moved to Chicago from England, but my ancestry lies in thick Irish roots. Most people know me as Carrick’s older brother. He has a life here; I’m only just starting mine.
Half a year being in another country, and I’ve taken to it like a fish to water. It’s also been six months since I first walked into my brother’s club, Seven Sins, and found one alluring beauty who has caught my eye. She’s all kinds of wrong for me, far too young and innocent. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting her.
Rick has warned me off. Told me to leave her be. Her father is too influential in this city for me to be messing around with her. I’ve never been one to play by the rules. Hell, I doubt I have any morals left.
I want to listen to my little brother.
But I can’t.
It’s not because I want to piss him off. It’s because this little brunette has lured me into a web of depraved need. She’s beautiful, with plump lips that would look incredible around the base of my cock.
Carrick thinks I’ve already been with her. But I haven’t. Apart from in my wettest, wildest dreams. But it’s moments like this that turn my body molten — when she walks into Seven Sins every Friday night.
I hear her laughter first, soft, melodic, innocent. Turning to the entrance, I find her along with her friend, Amber Davenport, one of Chicago’s elite socialites.
Amber’s known for her substance abuse, sexual proclivities, and being better acquainted with the local police officers than her father would like. Which begs the question, why is Madison hanging out with someone like that?
Amber has done well for herself making a name in the media as the bad girl, and she’s proud of it. Leggy, blonde, and I’m almost certain a pair of fake tits. But it’s not her who’s caught my attention. Instead, my gaze lingers on the brunette beside her.
Madison Parker.
Twenty-one-year-old daughter to a senator.
At thirty-seven, I am far too old for her. I should walk away, but like I said, I’m not a good man, so I don’t. Instead, I lift an eyebrow as she offers me a small, shy smile. Playing innocent, poppet? I see through her act. Right down to her needy core that she’s nowhere near as sweet as she acts.
/> I know this because of the piercing look she pins me with. Her mouth purses into a pout that causes my dick to leap to attention. And when she lifts her hand to those glossy lips, she bites down on her thumb, and she’s hooked me.
The naughty little tease will pay.
I’ll make sure of it.
Callan
The club is busy this evening when I enter. Dylan is behind the bar smiling at the men and women he’s serving. As one of the longest members of staff, I’m sure he’s seen his fair share of things that should be kept secret.
“The usual?” he asks, and I nod, settling myself on one of the high bar stools. My brother is talking to some of the patrons. He’s comfortable in this world where men own women, spank and bind them to metal poles for pleasure.
Tonight, I’ve got a particular submissive meeting me for a special scene. A couple evenings ago, she sidled up to me asking if I wanted to play. I refused but allowed her to leave a number with me, then later messaged her to set up one tonight.
She wanted to talk. That’s not something I do. Instead, I told her I’d be here at seven. If she’s not here in thirty minutes, I’ll find another willing woman to pleasure me. I’m not an affectionate man. I’ll fuck you, make you scream, and walk away before you’ve even come down from the high of your orgasm.
I lean back against the wall, surveying the people moving through the club. The submissives are so easy to spot, the Dominants are like moths to their flames. A gentle melodic sound drags my attention to the corner booth where I spot a familiar brunette.
She’s sitting with a friend. They’re both leaning in, whispering about something or other. There’s a softness to her, rounded cheeks, small button nose, and those fucking curves. I’m about to head in her direction when Celine, my toy for the evening, settles in beside me.
“You’re almost late,” I offer, lifting my glass toward her.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” she quips playfully, but I don’t smile. Instead, I pin her with a glare, which causes her to lower her eyes.
Dylan sets a glass in front of her, a martini, and her fingers fiddle with the stem, twirling it. She’s noticeably nervous when she lifts it to her mouth. Her lips purse along the rim of the crystal, and I watch her swallow almost all of it down.
I love when my prey is nervous; it makes the kill that much sweeter.
She doesn’t face me. Instead, she talks to her drink. “What did you have in mind for tonight?”
I lean in toward her, allowing my mouth to hover over the shell of her ear. Lowering my voice, I whisper, “To start, I want to watch you play with your cunt, to make it wet and needy. Using your fingers, you’ll open yourself to me. I want to see that sweet, pink flesh pulse before I shove my cock inside you.”
A gasp from her lips is all I need to know that she’s already wet for me. She’s not slapped me, not run away. Instead, she’s blushing furiously. The dim lighting does nothing to hide her rosy cheeks.
“Then, we’ll play in front of the two-way mirror so all those assholes who love to watch can see how your throat gets fucked so deep you have to concentrate to hold down the puke. And you will, because if you make a mess, you’ll lick it the fuck up.”
That causes her to snap her gaze to mine, her lips inches from my own. The corners of her lips quirk infinitesimally. “You’re vulgar.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, darling,” I inform her, rising from my seat. “Finish your drink, take a deep breath, and meet me in the voyeur room when you’re ready.”
She meets my gaze then. Something dances in those green eyes.
“And if you’re not there in ten minutes, I’ll leave.” I turn and walk toward the back of the club, down the hallway, and toward the room which has cameras set up if someone wants a recorded scene. Otherwise, there’s a two-way mirror allowing people on the other side to enjoy the view of the room.
I pull off my black leather jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair. Unbuttoning my shirt, I pull it from the waistband of my jeans and settle myself in the armchair toward the back corner of the room, which allows me to watch the door.
Eight minutes later, it swings open with a soft whoosh, and Celine steps inside. This will be our first scene, but she’s confirmed that she’s experienced. The fact that she’s been with Oliver before tells me she enjoys pain, and I wonder just how far I can take her.
“Get undressed,” I order, not moving to go to her, allowing my gaze to rake over her body. She moves slowly, sensually. The red dress she’s wearing slips over her slight curves, pooling on the floor, which affords me a view of her in lace lingerie the color of blood—deep, dark, and decadent.
She steps out of the dress on the floor, picks it up, and folds it, placing it neatly on the sofa. When she straightens, her gaze is trained on the floor as she’s been taught. Her hands are behind her back, long lithe legs are spread only just.
Perfection.
Silence hangs in the air heavily. Anticipation emanates from her, a perfume of lust and desire. Need and want. She’s anxious. Her trembling limbs are a sign she’s ready, but she’s unsure of my plan.
I enjoy this part of it. The seduction. That unknown that trickles through you like a poison, covering every inch of a woman’s body if I wait long enough. There’s no need to rush. Drawing out the experience is so much more intriguing than racing through it. I watch her shift on her feet. It’s a slight movement, but I notice everything.
With each silent moment that passes, the anticipation grows. It builds the tension, and I’m hoping her mind is playing out all the scenarios that could happen. If only she knew what was racing through my mind. Some scenes I’d prefer are worse than others.
When her tongue darts out to lick her dry lips, I know it’s time to move. I rise, noticing the strain against my zipper. “Kneel,” I tell her when I’m at full height.
She lowers herself to the floor. Her hands still behind her back obediently.
“What is your safe word?”
She doesn’t have to think about it. “Red.”
“Good. Keep your eyes closed and lift your head. Open your mouth.” I watch in awe as she obeys. She’s beautiful, possibly in her late twenties. I’d say about twenty-eight. I wonder if she’s been a submissive for very long. I didn’t ask.
Her mouth forms the perfect O. I crouch beside her, making sure the voyeurs can see what I’m doing to her. Taking two fingers, I place them in her mouth, pressing her tongue down.
“Do you know how to suck a cock?”
She nods.
“Swallow it down?”
Again, another ascent.
I lean in, pulling my fingers from between her lips and plant my own over the corner of her mouth. The kiss is sweet, gentle, everything I’m not. I offer her this one get-out clause. One chance to run.
“Are you ready? Because when we start, the only way you’re going to get out is if you cry out 'red'.”
“I’m ready,” she affirms, and I smile.
I rise, pulling my shirt off, placing it on the chair where my jacket hangs. I head to the cabinet and pull out a black blindfold. When I near her, I explain what I’m doing. “A blindfold is the only thing I’ll place on you that’s soft. The rest will be harsh, painful.”
Once it’s tied on the back of her head, I move around in front of her. My zipper hisses as I push it down and pull out my cock.
I trail the tip over her open lips, then shove it into her warmth. The sensation of her throat closing around the tip almost sends me over the edge. But I pull back, then grip her neck, and drive back in, deeper than before. I can feel my dick working into her throat. Her retching and choking only makes me harder.
She doesn’t grab at me though. Her hands are still behind her as she convulses over my cock. Saliva drips from her chin, and I’m sure the men watching are already fisting themselves. I continue violating her mouth until I glance down and see the moisture of the tears seeping into the blindfold.
“I love a wom
an who can take what I have to give,” I tell her, my hands on either side of her head. I hold her steady as I slow my pace, reveling in the way her tits shine with the spit dripping over the mounds of flesh.
The scent of her is evident from where I’m standing. So ready for a good fucking. And I’m not known to turn down a woman who’s openly wanton.
I pull my slobbered dick out of her and lift her to her feet. She stands on shaky legs as I shove my wet cock into my pants and tug the zipper up. Reaching for the knife in the sheath, I bring it to her naked shoulder. The cool tip trails its way over the curve, causing her to gasp and recoil.
“If you move, I’ll hurt you,” I inform her in a low tone. She stills, waiting, her throat working hard as she swallows back the anxiety.
Once again, I allow the steel to tease her skin, slow, meticulous. The thin crimson ribbons of her corset are easily sliced away, and the material falls to the floor. Her breasts are pert, with dark hard nipples.
“Callan—”
"That’s not a safe word. Don’t make me hurt you,” I hiss out, and she shocks the shit out of me by smiling. I take the knife, placing it on her plump lower lip. "This mouth, those lips, they should be silent unless you want to stop."
She shakes her head slowly.
