Seven Deadly Sinners

by Dark Angel

  I look over to Samuel. "What the fuck are we going to do now?"

  He shakes his head and sighs. "I don’t know. If last night had never happened, this might be a different story, but considering how..."

  "Amazing she is?" I pick up his thought.

  "Exactly,” he says. “We can't turn away from that now that we’ve had a taste. I don’t know about you, but I need more."

  I presume she feels the same way about me. What woman wouldn't?

  "I am all a woman needs," I say with smug authority.

  I know I have rank over all the others. What woman wouldn't admire me? I have the perfect shade of sandy brown hair. Thick and wavy, always looking slightly wind-tossed. My blue eyes captivate even the least of my admirers.

  And my body, well, who can resist the rippling abs I work so hard to maintain? Not to mention the size of my cock...I can’t wait to have Caroline begging for me to fill her again with my full twelve inches. And trust me, she will.

  And then I see her. She emerges from the behind the curtain at the end of the bar. Has she been there all along?

  From the shocked look on her face, I’d bet she heard everything.

  "Caroline," I say, and Samuel turns around to look for her. "What brings you down here, sweetheart?"

  "I was coming to find you. I missed you guys, but then I saw..." She doesn't even finish the statement. She looks confused. Conflicted. Scared. "I'm sorry. I'm probably interrupting something."

  She spins around to leave, but I catch her arm and pull her toward me.

  "Are you okay?" I ask, hoping she won't be able to resist my tenderness.

  I can be anything a woman wants—strong, soft, interested, removed. I know how to play them like cards in my hand.

  She looks at me with an odd mix of fury and a touch of sadness.

  "I don't know," she says. "How would you feel if you only had a month to live?"

  This quiets me in my attempt to distract her. She has heard the plan, and there's nothing I can fucking do to turn back time and mask it from her.

  A heaviness hangs in the air as the truth of Archibald's command sinks in. What he’s asking of us feels impossible. But it’s our job to carry out his orders. I stare at Caroline.

  Rock, meet hard place.

  Shit.

  What the fuck are we going to do?

  Chapter 10

  Caroline

  Apollo’s arm is still around my waist, and the white sweater I threw on creeps up my ribs, allowing the cool air in the bar to hit my warm flesh.

  The intensity in his eyes is overpowering.

  I tear my eyes from his and look at Samuel. His soft lips are pulled into a frown, and a crease has developed in his brow.

  “Will you really go through with it?” I ask Samuel, trying to ignore the distraction of Apollo’s hand on my body so I can come to grips with the what I just heard.

  Samuel stands slowly and strolls over to us. He doesn’t look directly at me, his eyes straying to my exposed skin, the curve of my jeans, finally coming to rest on Apollo.

  “Archibald is a fucking asshole,” he says quietly, still looking at Apollo.

  Apollo lets go of me and Samuel takes my face in his hands. He stays quiet, there really isn’t anything more he can say. This isn’t a problem he has a hack built for, there is no easy answer. He pulls me into an awkward hug, gently like I might break if he breathes too loudly.

  I push him away. I came down here looking for them, looking for their bodies, looking to see what more I can feel, how far I can go. After last night, I crave them. My whole life has been turned upside down in a million different ways in a matter of days.

  First by being kidnapped and brought here, then by wanting and ultimately succumbing to my desire for my captors.

  Now, I’ve have been handed a death sentence, a countdown not only to my last day but my last fuck. My chest is tight and my eyes sting. I’ve only just gotten a taste of what life can be like since being torn away from the home that I’m starting to think of as more of a prison than the place I’m currently being held. And now it may all be over when it’s only just begun.

  I stare Samuel down because I still can’t look at Apollo. Apollo who told Archibald they would do as he ordered. Apollo who was inside me hours ago, making me feel things I never thought I’d feel.

  My breath comes fast and I want to scream, hit something, cry, and fuck someone. All at the same time.

  “Will you go through with it?” I repeat. My hands clench into fists, my nails digging into my palms.

  “Will I even be around by Valentine’s Day?” I spit at him. “Or will I be worm food by then? A stupid girl who was ‘amazing,’ but because her daddy is an ass you fucked her to death? Will you even remember me after I’m dead?”

  I’m shaking I’m so mad now. I was a good girl, I honored and obeyed my parents until my dad served me up as collateral for his secret debts. Why am I on the one on the chopping block?

  “No one wants to hurt you, Caroline,” he finally says, his words slow as if it’s costing him a lot to say even that.

  He looks into my eyes for the first time since I came down into the club, his soft lip caught in his teeth and his brow creased. He reaches out for me again, opening his arms, inviting me to step forward and accept his embrace.

  I can’t go to him right now, he still won’t tell me if he could actually kill me.

  Apollo interrupts his friend’s attempt at comfort. “We won’t let anything happen to you, Caroline. You’re safe in this building, safe with us. My brothers and I take your safety very seriously.”

  He’s trying to be kind and strong but there’s something hollow in his words—like he wants me to believe them but may not believe them himself. I realize, they’re scared too. They don’t have an easy answer either. We’re all in a dangerous place and we won’t make it out unchanged.

  I have a bit of hope that maybe last night meant as much to them as it did to me. That it wasn’t just a random fuck. An opportunity for them to get off. I think they want to protect me but they haven’t figured out how to deal with the complicated situation just yet.

  “Your dad owes money to some important people,” Apollo reminds me. “If he doesn’t get his books in the black—”

  I stop him with a kiss. I don’t want to hear again how my life will end at the hands that brought me so much pleasure last night.

  I can’t reconcile the idea that Archibald wants them to use their cocks to hurt me rather than to make me feel pleasure.

  Apollo’s eyes flash, I don’t think he likes that I interrupted him. He grabs me, hard, and pulls me into him, claiming my mouth with his. I immediately forgive him for making the agreement with Archibald earlier.

  I forgive Ares for shooting Mary in front of me.

  I forgive them all for teasing me.

  We’re all trapped here together under the clutches of Sin, Inc.

  I want to reach out to them, these beautiful men, and take what pleasure I can, while I still can.

  Apollo ends the kiss, pulling at my bottom lip with his teeth. I meet his deep blue eyes, then look over his shoulder to Samuel. His worried look has been replaced by the lust I first saw in the dining room.

  “Champagne Room,” I whisper. I’ve done my research and checked out as much of this place as possible in the short time that I’ve been here. I know this is a perfect place to show them how I feel.

  Samuel looks a little surprised but excited. I get that, I did just yell at him in the middle of the slowly filling bar.

  Apollo’s hollow reassurance is replaced by the look of a cat about to pounce. I may only have a month to live, but these men are here now, and they’re brave. I believe they’ll take care of all my needs.

  I grab each of their hands and pull them along in my wake. As we walk, Samuel gestures to the waitress, calling for a bottle to meet us in the Champagne Room.

  I open the heavy wooden door marked with a silhouette of a girl in a coupe glass
. A bottle of prosecco with three glasses arrives through a dumbwaiter opposite the door.

  Apollo closes the door, and all sounds from the outside are shut out and the sound proof room envelopes us.

  Samuel crosses the room pours himself a glass and sits down on the plush couch lining the wall. The seat is deep as a bed, encouraging lounging and much more.

  Apollo pulls my sweater over my head, trapping my arms in the sleeves. He pulls the fabric tight and picks me up easily, sliding his thigh between mine to lift me without freeing my arms. I feel the smooth fabric of his suit pants on my bare pussy. I didn’t bother with panties—again.

  I’m wet and ready, aching for a cock sliding into the depths of my cunt, needing to fuck to clear my head.

  Apollo carries me to the couch about a foot away from Samuel, propped up on a satin pillow, legs splayed, pushing my pink skirt to the very tops of my thighs. I hear Samuel sigh, as if he was hoping I would be placed closer to him so he wouldn’t have to move to touch me. It makes me smile.

  My wine colored bra matches the velvet caressing my skin.

  “Don’t move,” Apollo commands as he releases his grip on my sweater, loosening the trap of angora on my arms. His hands move to the flared skirt no longer covering anything, and it tears slightly as he pulls it off my hips, leaving me bare but for the lace across my tits.

  He stands and admires his handiwork as he removes his white shirt. Samuel has moved closer, glass still in hand. His fingers lazily trail along my side, sending goosebumps across my skin.

  My breath catches, my arms are still behind me, and nothing in the world could make me move them before Apollo gives me permission.

  I watch as he slowly undresses. Samuel has decided to share his wine and gives me a little sip while catching my ear lobe in his teeth.

  I feel his warm breath against my neck as Apollo slides his leather belt off. I stare, panting at the pants straining to contain his lust. He undoes his fly, and his massive cock springs free.

  He’s completely naked now and comes to the couch, capturing my mouth again with his, his long fingers finding my wet slit. He works three fingers deep inside of me, his thumb circling my clit, matching the motion of his tongue in my mouth.

  I moan and strain towards him. A growl from deep in his throat matches my moans. My hands that are still trapped behind me long to wrap around his thick cock and feel the slick pre-cum gliding across his velvet skin.

  Samuel has changed his position, now lounging beside me, and unfastens the front clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts and displaying my tightened nipples. He makes lazy circles around them, first with a finger wet with champagne, then with his clever tongue.

  He nibbles gently along the side of my breast, enjoying my body without moving more than he has to. He leans up to my ear again and whispers, “come, now.”

  His husky voice resonates in my core, sending shockwaves down to Apollo’s hand still buried deep in my cunt.

  I arch my back my entire body contracts and releases, clutching the long fingers deep inside me, gushing and drenching his hand.

  Samuel chuckles. “Yes, beautiful. Just like that.”

  Apollo pulls away and shifts to sitting.

  I lay gasping for a moment before he pulls me into him.

  He is so strong he easily pulls me to his lap with one hand while he removes my sweater entirely with the other.

  He slams his cock right into my pussy and gives me just a moment to stretch around him, feeling the full 12 inches filling me. He begins to move me up and down slowly, settling deep within me and pulling me almost off his cock with each stroke.

  I can feel every single inch of his shaft as it moves agonizingly slowly deep inside me.

  His arms are wrapped around me, one around my ribs the other covering my breasts, his more calloused hands retracing the path Samuels soft fingers blazed moments before.

  Samuel is once again lounging on the couch watching, those slow soft fingers trailing across his crotch, pulling my eye to his own bulging cock barely contained by black linen.

  Apollo picks up speed and a hand reaches out to my clit. Samuel pinches me quickly then begins stroking me at the pace Apollo has set. I surrender my body to Samuel’s hand and Apollo’s cock, my head falling onto Apollo’s shoulder, my hair splayed across his chest.

  Primal animal sounds come from deep in his chest. Hearing his excitement, feeling his throbbing cock in my cunt, and the electric pulse of Samuel rubbing my clit is near maddening.

  My now freed hands reach behind me, nails scraping Apollo’s skin as I drag them up his sides. His teeth scrape my shoulder and neck, adding tingles of intensity to the already overwhelming feelings.

  I come again, even harder this time, my pussy gushing. He lets out a little gasp as my pussy grips his cock at the bottom of a stroke, pink lips curled around the base of his cock. My legs clench on Samuel's hand, holding him against my throbbing clit.

  They both groan watching me come. I cry out loudly, my voice higher than before, a perfect counterpoint to the sounds coming from the men.

  “Come here,” Samuel’s soft voice calls out, and Apollo reluctantly releases me.

  He’s so hard, and on the edge of coming himself, but I can tell he wants this to last. Letting me take a turn with Samuel will prolong all our pleasure.

  Samuel lays back, his linen pants discarded, his own cock on display, full and ready. I slide off Apollo slowly, sliding back twice just to feel him shudder.

  Apollo is always so very in control, and I love that I can make him beg like this. I crawl over to Samuel and slide one leg over him, sliding his cock between my pussy lips without letting it all the way inside my pussy. I slide back and forth, rubbing my pussy and clit up and down his cock, my lips locked on his my tits gliding across his sculpted chest.

  I’m teasing him, his eyes are closed, his hands are on my waist, urging me to allow him to slide inside me. I take my time devouring his mouth, sending shudders up and down my spine, feeling the length of him and my own wetness.

  Behind me, Apollo puts a hand on my ass and starts directing my pace. He pushes me slowly, then quicker. A finger finds its way back into my wet slit, briefly fucking me at the same time I grind on Samuels’ cock, stimulating me in a whole new way and making me clamp down on my lip to keep from screaming out how fucking good it feels.

  He removes it and slides it, slick and sticky, to my tight little asshole. With his other hand, he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls back, stretching my neck back just enough to pull me away from Samuel’s mouth.

  “You should fuck him now, lovely,” Apollo purrs. I nod slightly, loving feeling my hair pulled like this. Samuel opens his eyes and smiles at me. I sink down hard on his thick cock and moan—feeling my cunt full of man meat is the best fucking thing in the world.

  Why did I wait this long?

  I begin riding Samuel, grinding against him, speeding up and slowing down, all while Apollo is keeping time with one, then two fingers fucking my ass.

  I sit up and he kisses me long and slow, one hand lightly holding my throat, the other cupping my ass two fingers deep.

  “This ass is mine now,” he whispers to me, and I see out of the corner of my eye that he has a tube of lube.

  He gently pushes me back down to Samuel and I kiss him again. Samuel chuckles then groans as I lightly bite his shoulder.

  Apollo is stroking his cock with the lube, the slick sheen making him look even larger than he is. Just the sight of it makes my pussy clench. I want him in my ass. I want to be stuffed full of both of these men’s cocks.

  He climbs on the couch behind me and settles just the tip of his cock against my ass. I slow my pace and begin to lengthen my strokes along Samuel’s body. His breath is coming faster now, my own has slowed to match our pace at the bottom of each stroke.

  I feel Apollo and the slight pressure of his cock at my ass.

  “Now, Caroline,” Samuel says, his words coming in a gasp as he nears the e
dge of climax. I push back and Apollo slides right into my ass, balls deep.

  Now he begins gently fucking in time with how I’m riding Samuel. There are times where they are both almost out of me, then glorious moments where it feels like each cock is straining towards the other, and I am so completely full.

  They fuck me together like this for a moment or an hour or a lifetime, I can’t tell. I just know it’s perfect and I never want it to stop.

  From far away I hear a scream of utter ecstasy, then realize it is me, and I’m glad this room is soundproof. Samuel’s fingers dig into my hips, his nails leaving crescents in my flesh. My thighs are tight around his hips and I push myself up on his chest, my back pressing into Apollo’s abs.

  I look down at Samuel, his beautiful face transformed in ecstasy and one more time I sink down on his cock, taking him in to the hilt, and feel him shudder and fill me with hot cum. Jet after jet shoots out inside me. I feel his cock throbbing deep inside me as he unloads into my pussy, and I hold there, Apollo slowing his pace to allow me to enjoy Samuel’s orgasm.

  He keeps coming and coming, filling me up until the hot sticky cum starts sliding out, soaking my thighs.

  When he falls back exhausted, Apollo pulls me off Samuel and pulls out from my ass. I whimper feeling empty after the delicious feelings I just had. He lays me back on the couch next to Samuel then lays on top of me and positions his cock back at my ass. He rams into me once again, and with one hand holds my hands over my head and the other finds my clit again.

  My legs are up and around his waist, my mouth searching for his skin, his mouth, kissing and biting.

  He kisses me deeply, fiercely, taking my breath away as I build to yet another climax.

  “Come with me,” I whisper in his ear while he’s nipping at my neck. I let go, allowing myself to once again be swept up in the rhythm and thrusting.

  I come again. One long continuous orgasm that blends right into the next. Stars explode behind my eyes and I feel the same throbbing shudder, this time deep in my ass. Just like with Samuel, it’s too much cum to contain, and it pours out of me, mingling with Samuel’s sticky cum that still coats my thighs.