Seven Deadly Sinners: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Dark Angel

  "You like her?" my father asks eagerly. He must see how he can use this to his advantage. It’s sick.

  "You can have her. Do whatever with her."

  "Just until we have our money," Ares says. “For collateral.”

  "I'll get you the money. I promise."

  "Your promises mean nothing to us. Nothing." Samuel practically spits the words out as though he has nothing but disdain for my father.

  He grabs me aggressively by the arm and pulls me out of my chair. His entire hand easily fits around my upper arm. He pulls me to him, and I feel the shredded abs beneath his shirt.

  I shudder involuntarily, but I can’t tell if it’s from fear or something else—something that doesn’t make sense. Because how could I possibly be attracted to men who are about to take me hostage?

  "Dad! Wait, Dad,” I say quickly, thinking rationally for a second. “You can't just let them take me. How could you do this?"

  My survival instinct must kick in because the next thing I know, all the crazy sexy thoughts fly right out of my head and I'm screaming and kicking and pulling away—to the point that Samuel lifts me up and tosses me over his shoulder like it's nothing.

  I look up into my father's eyes. They’re so cold, and I realize that I’m resigned to this fate because even though I’m his only daughter, he truly has no love for me and couldn’t care less whether I live or die. Why else would a father let his daughter be taken by some seriously scary guys like she’s nothing more than a piece of collateral?

  They charge out of the house into the crisp snow that is falling heavy now, with me still slung over Samuel’s shoulder.

  What kind of Christmas Eve is this?

  I was about to escape to my room with my book in hand for the night. I was going to watch this snow falling from behind the safety of my paned glass window in the quiet of the house next to a glowing fire.

  Now I’m in the hands of deadly men who I can’t trust. I shiver, and one of the guys throws his jacket over me. Well, at least there's that.

  They may be killers, but at least they aren’t totally heartless.

  Samuel puts me down and we walk in silence through the snow to their car, his hand returning to wrap firmly around my arm to keep me from escaping. Like I would even try. I know they’d probably just shoot me like they shot Mary.

  Now I’m shivering from fear, not from the cold or some temporarily insane physical response to these men. What did my dad just do to me? What am I in for?

  Chapter 3

  Samuel

  Christmas is such a hassle.

  Of course all of this had to happen on Christmas Eve, didn’t it?

  And it’s snowing.

  I tried to explain I didn’t need to be there, I could just wire in from my room on the video watch I ordered for Ares, but Archibald ‘insisted,’ and when he insists…well, let’s just say you don’t refuse him.

  I’m at least happy to be back in the limo where it’s not as fucking frigid as it is outside. But now we have to babysit this girl too.

  She’s fucking hot, sure, but Kaden insisted we tie her up. She wasn’t even struggling, but of course he wants to tie her up and gag her, right? That’s totally his thing.

  Though I’ll admit, she looks pretty fucking nice bound and gagged over on the seat. Easy access, wouldn’t take any effort to get a good taste…

  I sigh to myself. Business first I guess. I tap the grey metal mechanism hanging off the seat next to me and lean back as a desk slides out perfectly in front of me. The computer screen pops out slowly, and I stare impatiently; sure, it’s state of the art but does it really need to take so long?

  Caroline’s info is already on the screen and populating. A few keystrokes and I have the exact information I’m looking for.

  “Alright, alright…driver’s license, Social, easy peasy. Dunno why we need that when I can just go right to her bank info myself, but whatever. And…okay, Vasser University student profile. Full course list, teacher names, full record. 4.0 GPA?” I glance at her with an arched brow. Smart too? So fucking hot. “Overachiever I guess. Oh, what’s this?”

  Caroline stares as I rattle off her entire life from my computer screen.

  “Ohh…what is this?” I say, licking my lips. “A sweet little girl like this spending two hundred fifty dollars at Victoria’s Secret?” Caroline’s eyes grow wide, and I grin. “Maybe we should get a little peek at what kind of secrets Victoria gave you, hmm?”

  I laugh as a frightened look comes across her face.

  “No worries. We’re not in the business of hurting girls like you unnecessarily,” I say as I sit up and slide over to her and pat her head reassuringly. “Well, most of us.”

  Kaden glares at me as I smirk.

  “Sorry about your mom, by the way,” Ares pipes up, watching us both intently, his green eyes glinting as I touch her. “Business is business, though, and she got in the way.”

  Ares is our resident Enforcer. Honestly, I’m not sure why he wasn’t just sent by himself to go fetch her, since that’s literally his job, but I guess Cox just wanted a heavy show of force.

  Either way, Ares is more than happy to play retriever; he’s told me about more than a few times he’s walked in on couples mid-deed, and the different lengths of time he’s stayed to watch. It serves as some kind of fucking motivation or something, I dunno.

  I just listen as he rambles on whenever I don’t feel like kicking him out of my room.

  Caroline squirms in her bindings, lying flat on the warm black leather seat.

  “As long as Daddy Dearest pays back what he owes, we won’t have any issues, okay? No worries. We have principles, and anything extra would be such a hassle.” I smile warmly. “Speaking of hassles, it’s annoying having you all gagged up. Are you going to be a good girl? No unnecessary trouble for me, right?”

  Kaden looks at me. “Are you sure about untying her?”

  “Nobody said we’re untying her, but how boring would it be if her mouth was gagged this whole fucking time, right?” I say. “At least for most of us.”

  “Insinuate whatever you want. I was just taking precautions,” Kaden says, looking away.

  He knows full well I have an entire documented history of his dalliances, and I’ve had to clean up more than a few messes of his when he decided to ‘court’ women with incredibly angry and jealous husbands. Let’s just say they’re never clean either; blackmail is easy when their hands are so dirty.

  She nods gently, hesitantly. I stroke a lock of her dark hair out of her face and pause lightly at her cheek, just for a moment. Her skin is soft, pale, pure.

  For a brief moment, different ideas flash across my mind. From bringing her back to my own room to just setting up her father to be in prison for life, I take a moment to figure out which one seems like the least effort.

  Nothing seems terribly plausible so I shake the thoughts away and undo the gag with a single flick of my finger.

  “Are you alright?” I ask her. Ares and Kaden watch her face for any reaction.

  She nods her head and silently stares at the three of us, wide eyed. I move to sit her up more comfortably.

  Something about her feels…right. I feel almost connected to her, even though we just picked her up this afternoon.

  What the fuck is that about? I don’t know, but I can’t deny that there’s something about her.

  Something different.

  Something special.

  “P-please…don’t…”

  I cock my head. “We’re not gonna hurt you. Not worth the hassle that would cause, and we have no reason to do that right now.”

  “No,” she says, shaking her head as if I have it all wrong. “Don’t send me back to that house. Please.”

  Well, well. Things just got a bit more interesting.

  Chapter 4

  Kaden

  I’m fucking glad I’m one of the men that gets to show our new hostage Caroline the layout of our place.

  I own the strip clu
b on the ground floor of the building, and I want to get her excited to see it. We’re in the car moving through the streets of Manhattan, almost there.

  “Just wait until you see my club. It will…awaken your senses in ways you’ve never dreamed.” I want to bite at her neck as I say the words.

  I know this girl’s a virgin. It’s obvious. And the idea of introducing her to our dark, dirty world has me so fucking hard I can hardly stand it.

  “Oh?” She seems somewhat interested, but I think her thoughts are elsewhere.

  “Trust me, you’ll love the building, and anything you could ever want or need will be inside.”

  She stares at me with a mix of hatred, fear, and something like…lust? I always have this effect on women, even in their hour of need, but she hasn’t seen anything yet.

  We finally arrive at our headquarters—Sin, Inc.—and I help her climb out of the car.

  The air is refreshing and a gentle wind blows down the noisy city street. While owning a strip club is the perfect job for me, it's hard to keep myself under control in there. There's so much flesh and filth and fucking going on.

  It makes my cock hard and my body on edge with need. There are so many gorgeous women inside just waiting for me to thrust my cock inside of them. I have a circle of dancers ready at all times for me to beckon.

  All I have to do is crook my finger and they come. I have a revolving door of women because my cravings are such that I constantly need something new to satisfy my voracious appetite.

  The car pulls up at last. I glance over and see Caroline biting her lip. She’s so fucking stunning. Her young, ripe body and gorgeous face make my cock harden immediately. Something inside of me shifts.

  It's not the usual desire to fuck and toss a bitch away. This girl makes me want to possess her, and that's an electrifying new concept for me. I’m intrigued by the idea of her providing something new, something exciting and different from my typical conquests.

  "Ready, gorgeous?" I growl as I kiss her hand and pull her from the limo, my eyes burning into hers. "By the way, I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m Kaden, the owner of this club. Let’s go and I’ll show you around inside."

  "Kaden. I'm not..."

  "No, I know.” If she thinks we’re going to put her to work in my club, she’s sorely mistaken. If this girl’s going to be taking her fucking clothes of, it’s going to be because of me.

  I flash her an arrogant grin as I watch her take in my powerful build and dark features. No woman can resist me. I’m a fucking Adonis, used to getting what I want whenever I want it.

  I’m rarely satiated. I can fuck all night without a breather. If fucking were an Olympic sport, I’d win the gold for endurance. Any woman should consider herself lucky to spread her legs for me.

  The thing about this one, though, this new girl, is that I know she’s innocent. Uncorrupted.

  The thought of corrupting her with my perverse desires has my blood coursing through my body in a frenzied rush and my brain buzzing with awareness that a new challenge has been presented.

  I can just imagine her in all kinds of filthy positions, being at the beck and call of my cock. Maybe this one can help sate my ravenous desire for pussy.

  My brothers—my partners in crime—dissipate around the building so we don’t all walk in at once. We’ll reconvene upstairs.

  "This way." I take her arm and show her inside, stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of her elbow the whole time.

  She lets me touch her like this, and I don’t give a fuck if we’ve just met—I choose to ignore all pretense of having boundaries. Personal space is a bullshit idea anyway.

  I stroke her skin and flash her another grin, using my charismatic personality to its fullest to help her feel comfortable.

  "I know you're a prisoner here, Caroline—” I notice the way her breath hitches and her body shudders when I speak her name. Like I said, I’m totally in tune with how a woman’s body responds to me “—but I'd like to think that I can help you get acquainted with the place. I want you to be comfortable. Anything you need, just call."

  I open the main doors, and her eyes widen to take in the scene of scandal laid at our feet. People are fucking in corners. Strippers mill about wearing little more than scraps of fabric.

  When Caroline enters the building, all eyes turn from the stage, which features perfectly sculpted dancers, to the angelic face of Caroline, our latest ward. She’s more beautiful than anyone I’ve ever seen, and trust me, I’ve seen a lot.

  I let myself indulge in a long, lingering perusal of her, just like everyone else in the club is doing. I could stare at this one all day.

  I lead her around the perimeter to where she can see the whole stage and yet we’re semi-hidden in the shadows of some velvet curtains. I lean in close and can't help but act on my carnal fucking need to touch her.

  I need to feel that sexy little ass under my palm. I put my hand up her short white dress and am surprised to find a lack of panties there. My cock jumps to attention.

  "Oh, you’re a bad girl, aren't you?" I whisper in her ear, leaning in close and invading that personal space I don’t give a fuck about.

  I cup her perfect, round cheeks with my hand and slowly insert a finger into the crevice of her ass.

  She yelps at first, and then she leans back against me and arches her back, pressing her ass right into my palm.

  "So naughty," I say, fighting off the impulse to push her into a corner and fuck her right here in front of everyone to show them this is my place and I can have any girl I want. If they didn’t already know.

  She smiles knowingly at me, and I wonder how this sexy woman who was just ripped away from her family can be such a fucking turn-on to me. I chalk it up to my effect on women. It's something of a gift having the ability to make people forget their worries and instead focus on the appetites of the body. I hope I can be the one who elevates her from despair to pure bliss. My tactics are obviously working now.

  "Are you afraid?" I ask her, studying her so hard it’s as if my eyes penetrate her very soul.

  "A little. Should I be afraid of you?"

  She looks unusually small, like she’s trying to disappear into herself. I imagine this whole scene terrifies her, and yet there’s a part of her that’s strong, even if she doesn’t know it. I see it clearly in those determined yes.

  "Yes," I murmur in her ear, and I can tell she's getting turned on. It’s like a fucking sixth sense.

  A little shudder shakes her tight little body.

  I can see by her wide eyes that she’s telling the truth—she is a little afraid—but she’s also aching for it.

  I know she can’t resist me and there’s a subtle electric thrill running between us. I know she feels it too, though she may be scared to admit it.

  I continue to run my hand teasingly across her ass cheeks and am about to go in for more when I see from the corner of my eye that the rest of my colleagues are approaching.

  "Well, you should be afraid of me. I am going to steal your innocence."

  "How do you know I'm innocent?"

  "I make it my duty to know these things. You have a virtuous presence about yout—and I intend to violate it."

  I whisper these promises quickly because in the next moment she's being escorted away by Justin, one of my brothers of sin. I know that was part of the plan, but I fucking hate having her taken away from me.

  Justin takes her arm and leads her to her next destination. She tosses me one mesmerized look over her shoulder as if she hates to leave me.

  Damn fucking right she does.

  I know I’ve gotten to her and that she’ll be thinking of me later tonight, making her sheets wet with her hunger for me. I have a way of making people do the very things they fight against, and I intend to with Caroline.

  I get off on helping people violate their strongest morals. I’m the very nature of sin, vice is my sport.

  And Caroline is now my prey.

  Chapt
er 5

  Justin

  The captive has arrived, and Jesus Christ, she’s fucking stunning.

  Don't get distracted, Justin. You have a job to do.

  I saw her staring at us all in disbelief when she arrived. It’s either awe or fear that’s I saw. She seems a little timid, as though she’s not sure how to approach our motley crew here at Sin, Inc. We are all big guys and it’s probably a lot to take in for a little thing like here.

  I smirk. Yeah. We’re definitely a lot to take in. And I can’t wait to see just how she handles that.

  Later.

  Right. I’m focusing on the job at the moment. She’s just so fucking distracting.

  Normally I don't sample from the prisoner menu, but it’ll be hard to resist with her. So hard that I’m not even going to bother.

  She looks like she tastes delicious. Her long brown hair sweeps across her back in a cascade of curls. Her green eyes stand out in contrast against the gauzy white dress she's wearing. It's as if she wants to appear innocent.

  But I’m not complaining. It's such a sheer and clinging dress that I can see all the outlines of her perfectly contoured body. I long to tear the fabric off her tight little body. I imagine pinning her to the ground and grazing my teeth along her thighs up to her pussy. A pussy I'm certain tastes sweeter than honey.

  My gluttonous desires are coming out and they're really fucking hard to squelch. I want to touch, smell, and taste every part of her. I long to lick off the tiny beads of sweat that line the back of her neck. I want to plunge my tongue into her pussy and see what it tastes like.

  She’s a new girl and with that comes a fresh palate of tastes to relish. I love to experience my prey on a sensory level.

  I want to dominate this one.

  Kaden hands her off to me, and we make our way through the club. Apollo has asked me to lead Caroline through the strip club to the secret lair, which is the penthouse, forty-five floors up.

  "Come on." I take her hand and pull her away from the crowd, discreetly leading her past the main stage.

  She’s not shy as her eyes dart back and forth, trying to take in the many strippers that are on stage. No doubt, she’s curious. I can see it in her eyes. Like this is a whole new world for her.