by Dark Angel
Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Also By Naughty Angel Publishing
TOC Instructions
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Epilogue
Sneak a Peek of Seven Deadly Sinners
Murder/Love
B.I.L.F.
Men of the House
Blessed
12 Inches
24 Inches
36 Inches
10 Commandments
A Reverse Harem Dark Romance
By Dark Angel
Copyright 2018 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Dedication
To the bad girl in all of us.
Also By Naughty Angel Publishing
Alexis Angel
Baby Batter
Man Juice
Dirty Darcy
36 Inches
Cunning Linguist
Single TV Dad
Sevensome
Head Hunter
Blessed
Offense & Defense
Princely Passions
Lust Muscle
The Biggest Licker
Cindersmellya
100 Days
24 Inches
Stories From The 6 Train
Mr. President
Dirty Daddy
D.I.L.F.
12 Inches
Python
Wicked Lil’ Brat
Red & Blue
Jailbait
Abby Angel
Goldicox
Secrets & Silk
Boxers & Briefs
Profit & Lace
Mergers & Acquisitions
Woman of the House
Men of the House
Dark Angel
12 Days
Overtime
Seven Deadly Sinners
Three Beasts
Murder/Love
Hostile Work Environment
B.I.L.F.
Buyer’s Market
Gambling For the Virgin
The Virgin Market
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Chapter 1
Margaret
Fuck.
I’m so fucking horny, my throbbing pussy feels like it’s going to set my thong on fucking fire.
"Margaret, it’s time for your appointment." The blonde greets me as I pull my door open wider, a smile on his face, his voice taking on a sultry southern accent.
I gasp and tremble, not because I don't want this. It’s the total fucking opposite, actually. I haven't stopped thinking about all three of these men fucking my brains out since the second I first opened the door. I mean, if you saw them, you’d think the same thing.
I know they’re only supposed to be professional Doms, but they’ve assured me that with what I have to pay, they can give me the full service. Fucking included.
Without warning, they all descend on me and pull at my clothing. All I have on is a robe and a sheer nightie—I mean, I’m as prepared as I can be for what’s to come…or cum—but those are gone in seconds flat. I want them all to fuck me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
The outlines of their cocks are fucking impressive. Though they have sexy as hell bodies, it's the twelve-inch meat sticks that have my full and undivided attention.
The one with dark hair pushes me to the floor, his cock now out and slapping me hard in the face. It’s leaking salty pre-cum all over my cheeks and I just want to lap it right up. I can feel the heat from his body. He is not one to be denied. Totally fucking in charge and taking control of my body.
"Open your fucking mouth, you slut," he commands.
I lick my lips and open wide, taking his massive cock into my mouth. The other two get right to business and fill my pussy and ass, shoving thick, hard, throbbing man meat deep inside of me as I clench around them. These men are fucking huge.
All three of my holes are being stretched and pounded. I didn't expect to be fucked—well, I mean I hoped for it—so I’m so not mad about it. Tonight, it’s a fuck fantasy come true. The whore inside me is loving it.
One of them fucks my throat with an intensity that I have never known. I love a rough fuck, but this is like something out of a filthy novel. I’ve imagined it in every dirty dream I’ve ever had.
Is this real life? I'm not fucking sure, but if I'm dreaming, no one wake me up!
Moans, groans, and grunts—we’re all fucking loud enough that one neighbor actually bangs on the wall, and another on the ceiling.
But who the fuck cares what anyone thinks? I’m getting railed in every hole by the sexiest fucking men I’ve ever seen. Of course I’m screaming out all kinds of filthy shit. They would be loud, too, if they had a yardstick of cock inside them. And so would you, babe. Bet you wish you were me right about now, am I right?
I've been fucked pretty fucking well in my life but never something like this. Two men at once is the most I’ve ever taken on, and only once on a drunken night. Three is fucking magnificent.
I know I’ll always remember this night. Especially because I won’t be able to walk straight for fucking days.
Before they finish having their dirty way with me, I come once…twice…three fucking times, and they have me totally covered with hot, sticky, milky cum. I can’t get enough. I want them to pour fucking gallons of it down my throat.
So, it's not exactly what I expected when I requested a Dom session, but I can’t deny the fact that I’m enjoying every single hole-stretching, pussy-pounding, ass-and-face-fucking moment of it.
They don't say a word when they’re done. They just dress and leave. Just like that.
For a second, I feel dirty, but that doesn't last.
Once I feel the cum dripping from my pussy and running down my legs, I’m gushing all over again just thinking about how hard they made me cum. The hot flood of it against the sensitive flesh of my pussy makes me shiver while I take my trembling fingers and scoop up a healthy amount of the cum still on me and lick it up.
The taste is everything I need right now, my eyes c
losing and a small moan escaping my lips as my body tingles at just how fucking perfectly they took my body and extracted every possible ounce of pleasure from it.
Fuck. I’m gonna need them to come back and do me again.
I lean against the door and listen to the sounds of footsteps, debating following to book a repeat performance, but a card on the floor catches my eye. It must have fallen out of one of their pants when they tossed them carelessly aside to fuck me.
I slip my silk robe back on as a chill rushes through me. Fucking weird. All that heat in the apartment must have left with those men.
I reach for the little rectangular slip of paper. It has some details about my landlord, and as I read it, a different kind of shiver races up my spine.
Fear.
It doesn’t make any sense. I flip the card over in my trembling hand and see a simple text with a phone number and a name: Caroline.
Who the fuck is she? I try to shake the confusion from my lust-addled head.
"What the fuck is going on here?" I mutter.
The truth is I’m shocked. I had no idea this visit was anything other than a hot fuck. The little card weighs heavily in my hand and on my mind, making me wish I’d never seen it. Because now I don’t know what the fuck to do.
Going on pure instinct, I tighten the belt on my robe and open the door to the empty hall. The one thing I love about this building is that no one lurks in the hallways. Make that loved. Because I don't even know my neighbor's names, and right now I’m sure wishing I didn’t feel all alone and freaked the fuck out.
Using the wall as a brace, I slink down the hall, my knees weak. And not just because I did, in fact, just have three men fuck the shit out of me.
I’m scared, and my body is doing everything in its power to keep me from going forward.
But I have to.
I turn the corner and stop short. Another shiver of fear runs down my spine as warm cum gushes down my leg again. I let out a surprised moan, then cover my mouth.
Something must be wrong with me because even knowing what I know now, I’m still a fucking horny little cunt.
When I look up, I see that the door to the landlord's apartment is open. Out of nowhere, a piercing shot rings out.
Holy fucking hell!
The scent of gunpowder hits my nose, the flash from a barrel freezing me in my steps.
"Oh my god. No!" I whimper under my breath.
I wad up the card in one hand and steady my body against the wall. I feel like I’m either about to faint or vomit. I press my fist to my mouth, hoping they didn’t hear me, and shrink back.
Then I hear the voices. Their voices. The three men who just fucked me better than I’ve ever been fucked in my life.
But this time their words don’t send another gush of arousal trailing down my shaking thighs.
"You’re a fucking idiot. You weren't supposed to kill him, you fucking asshole! Stupid fucking fuck!" the tallest of the three men growls out from the end of the hall.
He rounds the corner and I’m suddenly face to face with his towering figure.
Tears stream down my face. I can't stop shaking. I would never tell anyone, I want to scream out. But I can’t find my voice. And it’s not like they would believe me anyway. They’ll want save themselves—and whoever sent them here.
As if in slow motion, a hand raises and I’m suddenly staring down the barrel of the smoking gun.
Bang!
They don’t use a silencer. While this might have been arranged, they’re not professionals. At least I don’t think so. An odd last thought to have…
One shot rings out. That is all it takes. I fall to the ground and darkness envelops me.
Chapter 2
Evelynn
I stare up at the building in front of me. The name in curvy red letters echoes over and over in my mind.
Scarlet.
I’m still struggling to rationalize everything that has happened over the past few days.
First, my parents tell me they have some sort of illness, but then they refuse to give me any details. I mean, who does that to their daughter?
Next they say I have to take care of their business for them while they’re indisposed. Business? I told them when they called. What business?
And yet the only response I received was a giggle, an I love you, have fun with it!
And a click.
Typical.
Now I have this place in my lap, and I have no clue what it even is―much less how to run it.
Sure, I just graduated from business school well ahead of my time.
Sure, I organized charities across the entire state for hundreds of people.
And sure, I’ve never failed anything I put my mind to…but when I do something, I make sure to know what it is I’m supposed to be doing in the first place.
After I finally reach the door, I hesitate. Again.
This place gives me a strange vibe. There’s no way my parents would have run anything seedy, right? Still…
With a deep breath, I finally yank the tinted glass door wide open. As I step in, I see…nothing. My eyes struggle to adjust to the heavy darkness inside the building.
Suddenly I hear a sharp Slap! echo around me, quickly followed by a decidedly feminine moan.
Wait—moan?
I rub and blink my eyes, begging them to adjust so I can react to my surroundings. Finally, I make out the shape of two men, each of them shirtless and wearing leather chaps while wielding strange-looking instruments―and a woman, at least ten years my senior, dressed in black lingerie and leather bindings.
Her ass looks red and raw. Despite being tied up, there’s a look of ecstasy on her face that brings a flush to my cheeks and I think I actually start sweating at the sight.
“I…think I’m in the wrong place…” I slowly back away and hit the door.
The two guys stop to look at me. Their sweat-soaked bodies glisten in the dim light. They’re obviously trying hard to show off what they perceive to be their best features, though the word compensation comes to mind.
“Miss Travers. We were warned—er—told you’d be coming soon,” one of them muses. He approaches me. “My name is Lars. Your parents have spoken about you quite a bit. It’s great to finally meet you.”
I stare at him, at a loss for words at the images in front of me. I look past the men and find a room that looks fresh out of some unexplainable hell.
Straps hang from the ceiling―objects that would not look out of place in a medieval castle. And there are strange wooden seating structures that might have been designed for a creature with twice the number of joints mostly found in people. To top that all of is a metal structure that looks like a children’s play set if it was in the fever dream of an asylum patient.
The man, Lars, has a large, dirty smile on his face as he looks me up and down. “I take it by your stunned silence you’re enjoying what you see, then?” He laughs.
“I…um…” I stammer, my head swimming. “I honestly have no idea what it is I’m even looking at. My parents didn’t exactly fill me in on…any of this.”
The other man behind Lars laughs. The sound echoes around the room. My first impression of him is that he’s not at all much of a pleasant man, even in this dim light.
“Just like them, eh?” he says, chortling. His voice coats the walls, thick like a large cloth. Goosebumps pepper my skin. “I’m Draven, by the way. We’ll get acquainted soon. Work to do, people to do. You know the drill.”
“I, for one, don’t know what you’re talking about…” I begin, but the sound of a woman deep in distress stops me.
I push past Lars towards the source of the sound. There’s a black door to an adjacent room, and I throw it open in panic.
A woman is in front of me with her limbs strung up in ways that stretch the boundaries of both human imagination and decency, while a stocky brute of a man whips her back and thrusts his hips into her as she moans and screams.
“What th
e fuck!” I hear both the woman and myself exclaim.
“Who said you could talk?” the man fucking her yells―and then slaps her across the face.
“S-sorry…” the woman says sheepishly.
I hear Lars come up behind me. “This is Ash…and one of our regulars. No worries, they’ll be done soon. Her time is almost up anyway.”
“Er…okay. Excuse me, I guess,” I say, turning to close the door. “So…this is what I’m doing now. I assume I at least have an office?”
Lars nods and grabs me by the hand. His touch is slimy, even though his hand is perfectly dry. This is going to be a lot to get used to.
We enter the office, and I breathe a sigh of relief. There’s finally a relatively normal room here, with a nice, fashionable desk, as well as a normal computer, phone, and pretty much everything I could ask for in a simple office.
“Th-thank you, Lars,” I say. “If you’ll excuse me, I just need a few minutes alone.”
He nods but lingers at the door for a moment. I try to ignore him and study my new office, but the whole time, I can feel his gaze move up and down my entire body. Goosebumps crawl across my skin and don’t go away until after the door finally clicks shut.
Once he’s gone, I take a moment to sit at my desk. There’s all kinds of paperwork strewn across the desk, but overall, my parents did a good job keeping everything together. The only thing that’s distracting me is the blinking red light on the phone.
I shrug and click the voicemail button.
“Hello, this is Detective Burke with the NYPD. We would like to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Travers with regard to the employees of the Scarlet escort service. We just have a few questions to ask to help settle a case; it should only take a few minutes of your time. Please call us back. You have the number to my office.”
My parents and the police? Well, at least it’s not about them, but those three men, I suppose. I sift through the papers on the desk and find the phone number of Detective Burke.
It seems important enough, so I guess that will be the first in a list of my new ownership duties.
I dial the number and someone quickly answers.
“Detective Burke.”
“Hello, Detective. My name is Evelynn Travers, the new—well, temporary—owner of Scarlet. I just received your voicemail with regards to—”
