The Sinners of Saint Amos: The Full 3-book Boxset

by Logan Fox

  “What are you talking about?” It’s not my imagination anymore. There’s something they’re not telling me.

  Something they found?

  My mind instantly goes back to the email I read. The one my mother sent Gabriel. Did they figure out Gabriel was having an affair with my father?

  There’s no way to stop my cheeks from growing hot, just like there’s no way I can stop Zachary noticing my sudden humiliation.

  His lips quirk into an unfriendly, one-sided smile. “There she is,” he hisses. “Took you long enough.”

  “I can explain,” I blabber out, immediately contradicting myself with a panicked, “I didn’t know!”

  This makes the Brotherhood laugh.

  Cass sits beside Reuben and me, wincing when his ass touches the cushion. He sticks his hand under my skirt and trails his fingers up the inside of my leg. “Really expect us to believe that?” He lets out a huff of a laugh and then strokes a knuckle over my underwear. I squirm against Reuben, trying to get away from his touch.

  Which is when I realize something that’s been nagging at me for a while.

  Reuben’s got a hard-on. And every time I move, he gets harder.

  Fuck.

  “I didn’t know!” My voice wavers. “Please, you have to believe me. I only just found out.”

  “And you didn’t think to tell us?” Zachary says. His fingertips dig into my thighs as he leans close enough to kiss me. “Didn’t think we should know?”

  “Does it matter?” I shout. “Does it change anything?”

  At this, they’re silent. Zachary even draws back a little. I squirm again, but hurriedly stop when I realize that’s a bad move.

  Zachary drops his gaze to my lap. And then I can’t help but shift because it’s as if I’m stark naked.

  He looks up at me without lifting his face, staring at me through thick lashes.

  “It changes everything, girl.”

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Zach

  Trinity doesn’t like my statement. Oh, she doesn’t like it one bit. But there’s fuck all she can do about it, isn’t there?

  Fuck all she can do about anything right now. If there’d ever been a good time to stop this in its tracks…well, she flew by it about ten minutes ago.

  My brothers are ravenous wolves and she’s the little rabbit that sprung the trap. Me? I’m the hunter who set the trap, and that with only one purpose in mind—to catch something they can sink their teeth into while I watch.

  Apollo rips down the front of her dress, exposing her perky tits to the room. To those rabid wolves.

  And they descend on her every bit like a predator on prey.

  My fingers slide off her thighs as I sit back in my seat and take out my cigarettes. I nip one out of the box and light it as Cass and Apollo duck their heads and consume her nipples with hungry lips and ferocious tongues.

  Thick, warm smoke fills my lungs. Watching them, a surge of blood hardens my cock behind my jeans.

  Trinity lets out a whimper of protest and tries to move away from their mouths, but there’s nowhere for her to go.

  “Stop!” Her yells don’t exactly fall on deaf ears. In fact, Cass and Apollo both look up at each other when they hear her. With perfect timing, they grab the sides of her dress and yank it down to her hips.

  That’s when she really starts thrashing.

  But with Reuben holding onto her throat, his other muscular arm strapping her waist, she can only wriggle around like a fish on a hook.

  Between the three of them, they urge her dress out from under her hips and down her legs.

  I lean forward and snag it, slowly dragging the fabric over her knees. That’s where it gets stuck—with Reuben’s legs twined around hers, I can’t take them off.

  Lucky for me, I have a knife.

  When I flick it open, she freezes. Her pale stomach trembles as she holds her breath.

  “You’re not fooling anyone,” I tell her.

  I lean forward, running the sharp tip of the knife over one hipbone, then the next.

  Cass groans softly in the base of his throat, and shifts as if the hard-on trapped behind his jeans is giving him grief. That or his bruised ass. Probably a combination of the two because he enjoys pain as much as I enjoy inflicting it.

  With her dress tangled around her spread-apart knees, only her panties on, she looks like a doll sitting on Reuben’s lap. His thick thighs are twice the size of hers. That arm of his looks capable of snapping her in half if she so much as breathes wrong.

  It’s impossible to miss Reuben’s dick either. Still trapped behind his jeans, that massive ridge looks like it’s trying to nestle into her ass crack. No way she can’t feel it. No way she can’t realize where that dick is destined to burrow itself as soon as we’re done playing with our supper.

  My cock wants to bust a seam trying to get out of my jeans at the thought.

  And tonight, he can’t back out either.

  We have two cherries to pop.

  My knife hitches against the hem of her underwear and then travels straight down between her legs. From where I’m sitting, I have the perfect view of her cunt—if she wasn’t wearing these panties.

  Trinity sits absolutely still, lips parted, eyes hooded as if in resignation. I pause right above her clit—nothing but a film of fabric between her and the knife. Holding the tip there, I smile at her and slowly drag at my cigarette.

  “You keep telling us to stop, but this wet pussy is singing a different tune.”

  Her tits quiver when she dares to take a breath. “Please, Zachary. Don’t do this.”

  “You’ve changed your mind?”

  She swallows and dares to shift. I guess Reuben’s getting harder by the second. That comfy lap ain’t so comfy anymore.

  “Yes. I…wanted this but not anymore. So please, let me go.”

  “You’re a good liar,” I tell her. “One of the best I’ve met.” I glance at Cass, then at Apollo. “Go on, boys.” I cock my head at her cunt. “Check for yourselves how badly Trinity doesn’t want this.”

  Cass wastes no time, and Apollo’s only a beat behind him. They trail their fingers over her thighs while she starts kicking up as much as a fuss as she dares with my knife tip held so close to her clit.

  Their fingers trace the plain hem of her underwear before they each sink a hand behind that filmy fabric. They’re both staring at her, as if daring her to look at them, but she’s staring straight at me.

  She holds her composure for a second longer, and then her lips start trembling again.

  “No, no, no, please, stop, stop!”

  But they just keep going.

  Their fingers inadvertently lift the fabric up as they pass, sending the tip of the knife slicing through.

  Her scandalized gasp could either be for the naked blade now teasing the fuzz above her clit, or those fingers sliding over her wet folds.

  Because, from where I’m sitting, I can see she’s soaked right the fuck through.

  Betrayed by her own depravity.

  Just like us.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Trinity

  I’m light-headed. Confused. Scared shitless. Naked but for my useless underwear, I’ve never felt this exposed.

  Or this turned-on.

  As soon as Cass touched me earlier, it was like he’d turned a switch in my brain. Not the part that does the thinking—ha, if only—but the part that controls my body.

  Now it’s on automatic.

  I can’t control the way I clench deep inside when Cass and Apollo touch me. Or how tingles ripple through me when Zachary scrapes that knife over my underwear.

  And now?

  I have their fingers smearing my pussy with juices that leaked out of me because somehow—some-fucking-how—it appears that I’m actually enjoying this.

  I moan in protest, trying to shift back from their fingers. But that only digs Reuben’s dick deeper against my ass.

  “No, please, God.” My moans
turn into whimpers when Cass and Apollo dip their heads and start teasing my nipples with their teeth. While their fingers are still stroking my wet pussy.

  “Fuck!” I yelp as Cass bites down hard enough to leave faint marks on my breast.

  A warm, sweet breath rifles the hair by my ear.

  If Zachary hadn’t moved the knife away at just the right moment, I’d have it sticking an inch out of my fucking stomach right now, because without any warning, Reuben sits up straight.

  The grip around my throat lessens, but only a little, and then I realize why.

  He’s unzipping his pants.

  “Reuben, no. Please. Please!” I squirm furiously now that there’s no knife pressed to my fucking clit to stop me.

  Zachary lets out a muffled laugh around his cigarette. Cold metal presses against my thigh.

  Snick, snick.

  Heat flashes over my skin as Cass and Apollo yank off my underwear.

  Now there’s nothing shielding me from their eyes. Or the warm, hard, cock Reuben releases from his pants a second later.

  “P-please,” I murmur, blubbering like a little girl as I start to struggle.

  “Ssh,” he murmurs into my ear. And then kisses my earlobe. The side of my jaw. He slings his arm around the front of my throat, and drags me against him as he sinks back on the coach.

  He brings his legs together, and for a second I’m convinced they’ll let me close my legs.

  Maybe even let me go.

  I mean, fuck, they can’t actually do this, can they?

  But you want them to, don’t you? More than anything in the world.

  I shove the traitorous thought from my head. I said no a dozen times. I’ve yelled, I’ve screamed, I’ve begged. Why the fuck—?

  Because you love this.

  You’re loving every fucking second of it.

  “No,” I whisper furiously.

  Apollo and Cass drag Reuben’s jeans down his legs and then hold me down while he takes off his shirt.

  Now it’s just flesh against flesh.

  While Zachary’s untangling my dress and tugging it off my ankles, I squirm on Reuben’s naked lap.

  And that’s when I realize how wet I am, because I can feel it.

  And I’m guessing Reuben can too.

  He lets out a low rumble deep in his throat that I feel as much as I hear. Zachary just pulls Reuben’s jeans away when I start kicking. Almost absently, Zachary catches my ankle and tucks my leg behind Reuben’s.

  And just like that, I’m trapped again.

  Zachary’s cigarette is gone—fuck knows what happened to it. Cass and Apollo are both struggling out of their shirts.

  My breath hitches. I start panting, soft and shallow.

  Zachary grabs my chin and yanks my head to the side. Forcing me to stare straight into Reuben’s black eyes.

  His warm breath chases a shiver through me a second before he kisses me.

  It’s fucked up, I know.

  It makes zero sense.

  But I kiss him back anyway.

  Maybe it’s a form of escape. Because when my eyes flutter closed, I can’t see the others anymore. And in this moment, no one else is touching me. I can almost convince myself that it’s just Reuben and me.

  Our first night together.

  Just a guy and a girl—

  Until Zachary’s hands land on my knees. I know it’s him, because he’s the only one who would grab me hard enough to bruise.

  He urges my legs open, for a moment fighting not just me but Reuben too.

  I think Reuben won’t let him win, but I’m always wrong when it comes to the Brotherhood and this time is no exception.

  Reluctantly Reuben opens his legs, in turn dragging mine open too.

  Cool air licks over my wet pussy, and I shudder at the sensation. Reuben’s kiss deepens, his strong lips bruising mine. I mewl against his mouth, digging my fingers into his arm as I try and pull it away from my throat.

  Cass and Apollo descend on my breasts again. This time they use their lips and their teeth. Kissing, sucking, nipping, biting. I start writhing on Reuben’s lap and, if his legs hadn’t been open, I’d probably have smeared him with my juices. But I’m suspended over the gap between his legs.

  And when I feel Zachary’s body heat warming my knees, and force my eyes open, I realize why.

  Zachary smirks at me for a second and then reaches between my legs. “You’ll have to open a lot wider, girl,” he says.

  The back of his hand brushes my pussy as he reaches past me. I gasp and shift against Reuben, breaking our kiss.

  He lets out a low grown a second before I feel the tip of his cock brush my pussy.

  I go rigid, frowning as I try to look down to figure this all out.

  Zachary’s got a hold of Reuben’s cock in one hand. And when I look up at him in utter shock, his smile slips away.

  Without letting go of Reuben’s cock, Zachary goes to his knees in front of us.

  Reuben groans again, and shifts under me. Suddenly, his cock is right against my entrance.

  My body sparks alight. I gasp, my nails sinking into Reuben’s arm as I try to get out of the way but Cass and Apollo grab my thighs, keeping me exactly where I am.

  Zachary uses his other hand to grab Reuben’s wrist, urging the man’s fingers between my legs.

  A furious throbbing starts up deep inside me as Zachary shows Reuben where to touch me. How to smear my juices over my pussy until I’m drenched and dripping.

  Then he guides Reuben’s cock back to my entrance. Together they part me. Someone’s finger—fuck knows who—slips inside me.

  I gasp as my body goes rigid.

  Cass and Apollo stroke my inner thighs, building a crazy hot friction over my skin. I hear zips being pulled down.

  For my own fucking sanity, I know I shouldn’t…but I do. I look.

  They take their cocks out and start stroking them with expert hands and fingers.

  I choke back a sob. “Please…”

  But this time, I don’t know if I’m begging them to stop…or to just end my fucking misery.

  The ache inside me is unrelenting. I keep clenching tighter and growing wetter until I’m drenching Reuben’s cock and Zachary’s fingers.

  Reuben nuzzles against the side of my neck, bites my earlobe, and murmurs, “Kiss me.”

  And I turn. And I fucking kiss him.

  Because, obviously, I’ve lost my fucking mind.

  Zachary rubs Reuben’s cock through my folds faster and faster, his thumb dipping inside me on each pass. Teasing me until it feels like I’m already coming undone.

  Hands grab my wrists. Cass and Apollo urge my nails out of Reuben’s muscles. And I let them, because Reuben’s kiss is melting every last shred of resistance.

  My fingers brush the softest, warmest skin. I hesitate, almost recoil, but then I feel a mouth on my inner thigh.

  Oh fuck.

  No.

  What?

  My eyes flutter open and I dare to peek down as Reuben’s tongue slips into my mouth.

  Zachary’s shirt is off. Possibly his pants too—my eyes are blurring with lust and passion and whatever crazy spell they’ve put me under.

  Zachary kisses the top of my knee. My inner thigh. When he leans closer, his body heat sends an electric ripple through me.

  I gasp into Reuben’s mouth as Zachary grazes the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh with his teeth.

  Working his way up.

  Closer.

  Toward my exposed pussy. My bared clit. All the while stroking me with the dripping-wet crown of Reuben’s cock.

  So when Apollo and Cass urge me to grab hold of their dicks…

  They groan in tandem as I wrap my fingers around them.

  Hard. Fucking hard.

  And just how Zachary guides Reuben’s cock over my pussy, they show me how to touch them. How fast to stroke them.

  I’m aching and throbbing and panting like a fucking animal before Zachary’s mouth even
comes close to my pussy.

  When he holds Reuben’s cock out of the way and swipes his tongue over the entire length of my pussy, I buck against his mouth like a woman possessed.

  Yeah, fuck, I must have the Devil inside me right now.

  What the hell else is there to explain why, when Zachary reaches the top of my pussy and flicks his warm, wet tongue against my clit, I force myself against his mouth hard enough to make myself come?

  I’m so lost in my own climax, I barely notice that I’m gripping Cass and Apollo hard enough to make one curse me, and the other come.

  Warm cum trickles down the back of my hand when my eyes flutter open a second later.

  Cass eases my fingers off his dick, muttering something about keeping me the hell away from him. Apollo, on the other hand, ducks forward and steals my mouth from Reuben. Then he makes my hand move harder, faster.

  “Fuck,” he murmurs, breaking off our kiss.

  And then he leans back from me, a wicked grin sliding off his face as he urges my movements to slow. His gaze flickers to Zachary, and then down to my pussy.

  Another silent command.

  One I understand when Zachary ducks down and sucks my clit into his mouth.

  I gasp as blissful agony shoots through me. I shove a hand in Zachary’s hair, only realizing a second later that it’s still covered with Cass’s cum. But then nothing matters anymore, because I’m pushing Zachary’s mouth harder against my clit as I buck up to meet him.

  While Apollo uses my hand for his own pleasure. His groan comes seconds before he does, and then that hand is coated with his cum too.

  Zachary nips me with his teeth, and another climax comes charging toward me. A gasp rattles through me as I arch my back, fully expecting another spectacular orgasm to tear through me.

  Instead, he moves his mouth away and shoves a finger inside me.

  “She’s ready,” he says.

  He looks up at me, and for possibly the first time ever, a genuine smile spreads his lips.

  “This will hurt more than anything you’ve ever felt,” he says. “But you’re going to bear it, because he fucking loves you. Hear me?”