Darkest Sin

by Ashton Blackthorne

  Gripping her waist, I pulled her up as I knelt between her legs furiously fucking her. The entire bed shook as I pounded in and out of her sweet pussy.

  Feeling her pussy pulsating around my cock sent me into orbit. She moaned and I knew she was coming. She felt so good I wanted to close my eyes to savor the moment, but I forced my eyes to remain open so that I could watch her come. “Did you like that, baby?”

  “I loved it!” she cried.

  That did it. I felt my orgasm explode within me raging like an inferno spreading out from my cock to the rest of my body. I filled her pussy with my come. As I pulled out, long strands of white poured out of her tight hole. “My God,” I flopped down beside her, panting. I’d been with Amber many times and each time was better than the last.

  Her blue eyes reflected all the love I felt for her back at me. “Ash, I love you.” Her fingers traced my right bicep.

  Turning to cup her face in my hands, I kissed her lightly. This woman, she was my everything, all my wildest desires were complete in her. I had no desire to look further. Everything I wanted was right here.

  “I love you, too, Amber.”

  Eighty Two

  Ayden

  After Sasha left to run to the store to pick up some whiskey, I went into the bedroom to get things ready for Lena’s arrival. Sasha was anxious to see her and had been asking about her for weeks. Checking the time, I saw I had at least a half hour before she was due to arrive.

  Reaching underneath the bed, I pulled out my black leather bag. I knew I’d a loaded syringe in there from when we’d gone into the city. I dumped it out onto the dresser and stared at it.

  Suddenly, I felt a presence in the room with me.

  “I see you,” a sultry voice whispered.

  I spun around to see Lena standing in the doorway. “Lena, where have you been? Sasha has been asking for…you,” I stammered.

  Lena grabbed my arm before I could pull my sleeve over it. “What’s this?”

  I yanked my arm back from her. “None of your fucking business.”

  She laughed as I frantically covered my arm. “Track marks? You’re a fucking junkie.”

  I cringed at the sound of that word. “Used to be,” I muttered.

  She nodded smiling. “So that’s how it is? Used to be? Honey, once an addict, always an addict. You aren’t going to pull the wool over my eyes.”

  This woman was maddening. She could turn me on like no other in one second then turn right around and kick me in the balls the next second. “I was an addict. I’m not anymore.”

  “Yes, you are.” She walked around the room picking up various objects and dropping them.

  “No, I’m not!” I slammed my fist on the dresser.

  She walked right up to me to sneer at me. She grabbed my arm digging her long nails in. “Are you going to tell me that you’re not aching to have a fix? That you don’t fill up that syringe and pray for courage? That your veins don’t throb and burn every day screaming for the relief a full needle would give you?”

  I swallowed hard backing away from her.

  She released my arm and threw open my drawer. “So was this what you were hiding?”

  I sucked in my breath. I lunged at her.

  Lena pushed the plunger in slightly making the liquid dribble from the needle. “Seems fresh.”

  “It’s…its old.”

  She shook her head. “Ayden, you must think I’m stupid. I’ve done everything you can imagine and this is a fresh syringe filled to the brim with premium dope.”

  Taking the syringe, she traced it down my arm. My veins were pulsing with need.

  “You want this, don’t you? You want it more than pretty little Sasha? More than me even?”

  I gulped nodding. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. The blue of her eyes blazed at me turning dark almost black.

  “You’re a very bad boy, aren’t you, Ayden?”

  Sickened, I backed away from her. There was something about her that was so powerful, so alluring, yet dangerous. “Lena, you’re here because of Sasha.”

  She placed the syringe back on the dresser. “Of course I am. You have no interest in me, do you, Ayden?”

  My eyes darted to her cleavage. “I didn’t say that. I mean, I don’t, but I do.”

  She laughed again. “You don’t have a real interest in me, Ayden. I don’t turn you on.”

  I gulped looking her up and down. She had a catlike quality. In her tight black leather pants and corset, she looked like a panther.

  Ready to pounce on her prey.

  The funny thing was as I studied her more closely despite being stunning, I wasn’t that attracted to her.

  Strange, so very strange.

  “Lena, about Sasha, she’s very interested—”

  “—in having me? Of course, she is. I eat great pussy.” She winked at me.

  “Yes, I saw that.”

  “And she’s got a tasty cunt. But I don’t have to tell you that, do I, Ayden?” She traced her long fingernails over my chest.

  “She’s the best,” I murmured holding my breath as her hands roamed my body.

  “You have an amazing cock. Too bad, I’ll never know. Boo hoo.”

  “Why not?”

  She shrugged lighting a cigarette. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m just full of surprises.” She cocked an eyebrow at me.

  “Why is it when I’m with you, I feel like we’ve known each other before? It’s so strange.” I took the cigarette from her.

  She laughed. “Who knows? Maybe we knew each other in another life.”

  I shrugged. “Reincarnation? I don’t think so. I just feel like there’s some type of connection between us.”

  Lena chuckled as she scratched her forehead. Her long black hair was swept back revealing huge diamond earrings dangling from her lobes.

  “Nice earrings. Where did you get them?”

  She spun around to face me. “A friend.”

  I admired how the light caught them, directing beams of light everywhere. I tried a different tact with her. “Why do I get the feeling you don’t like men? What have we done to you to make you hate us so much?”

  Lena studied her perfectly manicured nails before she looked up at me. “Nothing except exploit me, use me…”

  “Who hurt you, Lena?” I felt a twinge of sympathy for her.

  Her eyes blazed at me. “No one you need to hear about.”

  Just then, the front door opened and Sasha walked in carrying a bottle of Jameson. “You still like Jameson, I hope?”

  Lena smiled and winked. “I like anything you’re holding.” She strolled over to Sasha and grabbed her ass firmly. “Ayden, do you ever wonder how you got so lucky? This is one gorgeous woman.”

  Sasha giggled as Lena ran her tongue along her neck.

  I was extremely turned on yet a bit frightened.

  “Are you ready for me, baby?” Lena pressed her body against Sasha’s firmly.

  “Of course, just give me a minute in the bathroom to change.”

  “Why not change here?” Lena purred as she squeezed her tits.

  “You’ll see.” Sasha winked as she handed me the bottle of whiskey.

  I sat it on the table as I fell back on the bed. I’d had enough for the day. I was ready to watch these two beautiful women together.

  The door flew open and there stood Sasha wearing a black, see through teddy. Her curves were accentuated by the tight fabric and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

  “Getting started without me?” Sasha motioned to the nude Lena.

  I shook my head.

  Lena’s eyes widened as she gazed at Sasha. “How could we, my dear? You’re the star of the show.” She coiled her body around Sasha ogling her impressive breasts. “You know I could never get tired of these tits, darling.” Lena’s hands found Sasha’s tits and marveled at the weight of them in her hands. “I knew from the moment I saw yo
u two there was a kinship between Ayden and I,” Lena murmured as she mouthed Sasha’s hard nipples.

  “What?”

  Lena glanced back at me. “We both love a great set of tits, don’t we?” Lena giggled as she buried her face in Sasha’s cleavage.

  My mouth had gone dry as I nodded dumbly.

  I sat back and watched as Lena tore the negligee off Sasha’s body.

  God, she was beautiful. Her head lolled back as Lena expertly pulled her lips open to snake her tongue around her dripping clit.

  “Does that feel good, princess?” I stood up so I could get a better look.

  “Mmmhmmm,” she moaned.

  I grinned, setting myself at the new angle to watch them go at one another. I would spend the rest of my night watching them… at least until Lena called it a night and left.

  Cradling her in my arms in the morning was one of my favorite things. Her hair sweet with the scent of her perfume comforted me. I would lie next to her and run my fingers through it reveling in its’ silkiness. The tips of my fingers traced her fine curves as she lie sleeping. She never knew I woke up early just to watch her sleep.

  Rolling back over, I glanced at my phone. It was nearly 8:00. Ash would be coming by soon to pick me up. Sliding out of the bed, I planted a kiss on Sasha’s forehead before gathering up my clothes to head into the shower.

  Opening the glass door, I turned the water on. Before I stepped beneath the spray, I caught a glimpse of the black leather bag I kept my stash in. I held my breath wondering if I could take a hit before seeing Ash today. Every vein in my body cried out for a fix.

  Just then, the bathroom door swung open. Sasha stood there naked smiling at me. “Hey handsome, want some company?” She grinned as I quickly tossed the bag aside.

  “Of course,” I grinned taking her by the hand.

  Stepping into the shower together, I felt the hot water pound our bodies. Sasha shook her long hair out as the water streamed over her. I watched transfixed as the water ran over her body soaking her dark hair, dripping off her breasts.

  Grabbing the liquid soap, I poured it into my hands working it into a fine lather before massaging it over her breasts. I loved the way her skin became slippery feeling her breasts feeling lush and full in my hands.

  “Daddy,” she whispered as I knelt before her barely able to look at her as the water soaked us.

  “Princess, I’m going to fuck you long and hard,” I murmured as I ran my soapy hands up the length of her legs. Her pussy was just inches from my face.

  “When?”

  “Right now,” I growled as I rubbed my hand between her legs feeling her own slick juices combine with the soap and water. My fingers dipped inside her as I flicked her G-spot back and forth. She groaned loudly reaching out to grab the towel rack to steady herself.

  Steam began to rise from the shower clouding my vision. Still, I pressed on slapping her ass hard relishing the sound my hand made against her wet flesh. Sasha arched her back and pushed her ass out to me. I fisted my cock with my soap covered hand a few strokes before pushing it deep inside her tight, hot pussy.

  Pulling her back by her sopping hair, I held her by one hip pounding my cock into her. She stood up on the tips of her toes, as she was much shorter than I was. She cried out loudly as I fucked her deeper and harder.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered as she gripped the towel rack with both hands.

  My balls slapped against her pussy hard nearly spanking them. Groaning, I let my head fall back. Being inside her was ecstasy. She was right fucking her was better than any high I’d ever had. “Sasha!” I cried out. I’d never called her by name during sex. I’d always just called her Princess, but this was far beyond any merely sexual relationship I’d ever had. There was a deep connection between us that transcended anything I’d ever experienced.

  The water streamed over my head as I looked down admiring her ass as my cock thrust in and out of her. She gripped me so tightly it took my breath away.

  “Daddy, may I come?” she asked in her little girl voice.

  I winced briefly, as I wanted to see her as an equal now not just a sub. I slapped her ass. “It’s Ayden, baby,” I ordered. “Call me Ayden.”

  She hesitated a moment. “Ayden, I’m coming.” She groaned.

  I felt her pussy pulsate hard around my length I gasped as I felt myself coming too. I filled her tight pussy with my cream watching as long strands of white poured out of her when I pulled out. The water washed it away down the drain. My mouth found hers as the water poured over us.

  “I love you.” I whispered cupping her face.

  She blinked several times as she tried to look up at me. “I love you, too.”

  My heart felt so full I nearly burst. Nearly overwhelmed with emotion, I shut the water off and grabbed a towel. “Ash will be here soon.” I didn’t know how to handle all these emotions so I began to towel off.

  Sasha dried herself off and wrapped a towel around her head. She brushed my cheek with a kiss. “Have fun. I’ll be back around seven.”

  Sighing with happiness, I dressed. Ash would be here any minute.

  Eighty Three

  Ash

  We were getting closer I could tell. The tall palm trees of Southern California surrounded us as we drove up the circular driveway. A large Spanish style home with strong Mediterranean influences sat before us.

  “Wow. Nice house.” Ayden gaped.

  I shrugged. It was nice, but I’d seen better. I looked over at Ayden. Wealth was new to him.

  Despite the warm sunshine of the day, there was a strange coldness to the house. As we stood at the door, my eyes traveled over the heavy wood and the black iron hinges. An odd choice for a modern house such as this. The door looked as if it belonged on a 17th century castle.

  “What’s with the door?” Ayden whispered.

  “Not sure.” I punched the doorbell. Nerves coiled my stomach as we waited for a reply. I tapped my foot impatiently as Ayden fumbled in his pocket. I knew he was aching to light up. “Go ahead.”

  Ayden sighed with relief and popped a cigarette in his mouth. Lighting it, he exhaled smoke.

  I knew he was trying desperately to quit, but just staying off heroin was a huge victory for him. One addiction at a time, I thought.

  “Do you think this is where she still lives?” Ayden whispered.

  “I doubt she’d still live with her parents at this age, but hopefully they know where she is.”

  Then, the door opened with a loud crack. A small woman standing no more than five feet tall looked up at us. Her long navy blue dress extended down to her ankles. Her dour face was deeply lined. “Yes? May I help you?” Her voice was high pitched with a thick European accent it sounded like it belonged to someone much younger and more attractive.

  Ayden could barely speak.

  “My name is Ashton Blackthorne and this is my brother, Ayden. We are looking for the Moretti family.”

  She shook her head. “No longer live here. This is the Steinberg residence now.”

  My heart sank. Ayden’s face fell.

  “Do you know where the Morettis went?”

  Her horrible face lit up as she cackled. Her teeth were stained yellow perhaps from smoking. Long white hair was coiled atop her head in a massive bun. “Hell, I would imagine.”

  My eyes widened in shock. That wasn’t the answer I was expecting. “What do you mean?”

  She dissolved into paroxysms of coughing. Yep, she was a smoker.

  I nudged Ayden.

  He tossed his cigarette into the grass.

  “They’re dead and good riddance to ‘em all.”

  “All?” Horrified, I imagined beautiful little Amelia dead laid out in a silk lined coffin.

  She shook her head. “Not all of them. Just the ones that lived here.”

  “How long ago?”

  She put her hands on her hips. “Why you asking all these questions?”

  “I’m sorry, ma’am. What my brother should�
�ve mentioned is we are looking for Amelia Moretti. She is our half-sister,” Ayden spoke up in a surprisingly articulate way I didn’t knew he possessed.

  “I see. Well, my back is bad I can’t stand here very long. Come on in. We can sit in the courtyard.”

  Ayden shot me a glance as we followed the old woman past the door into a courtyard. She gestured for us to sit.

  The open courtyard was beautiful. I was relieved to see that my sister had lived in such a nice home.

  “So, Amelia Moretti is your sister, you say?” She fumbled with a package of some brand of cigarettes.

  “Here let me.” Ayden reached across with his lighter.

  She waved him away. “Got it myself, boy.”

  Ayden shrank back as we watched her gnarled old hands shaking as she lit the cigarette.

  “Yes, Amelia may be our half-sister. We just found out we’re brothers.”

  “Really?”

  I nodded anxious to get the information we came for and leave. I could barely tolerate looking at her.

  She tapped her cigarette against a glass ashtray. “Well, I’ve been here for the past twenty years or so. I worked for the Morettis briefly before Mrs. Moretti died.”

  “So you knew Amelia?”

  She nodded.

  I felt elated. Perhaps she had some insight as to where she might’ve gone.

  “Sure did. She was a pretty little thing, but there was something about her….” She trailed off.

  “Like what?” Ayden asked sitting on the edge of his seat.

  “I couldn’t put my finger on it. She scared me, she really did. Had an odd way about her. Look, I’m from Romania. Fucking Nazis gassed my whole family back in World War II at Auschwitz. I’m lucky to be alive.”

  Perhaps that was why she looked so worn.

  “Wow. I’m so sorry.”

  She waved her hand. “We were what they called Gypsies. Hitler hated us. Wanted all my people dead. I only escaped because of my twin sister.”

  Twins? There were two of them? I shuddered.

  “You were one of Mengele’s twins?” Ayden looked at her his eyes wide.

  She nodded pulling up her sleeve. A faded number was tattooed on her right arm. “Yes, I was. Don’t like to talk about it much. My sister died a few years back. Being a twin was the only reason we were spared. When the camp was liberated, we came here.”