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

by Logan Fox

  My heart stutters a beat.

  Reuben relaxes the arm he’s had slung around my throat the past eternity and instead grabs a breast, squeezing it mercilessly in his strong hand. I whimper, turning confused eyes on him.

  “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, and then nuzzles his face into my hair. “I should have said something.”

  “You…?”

  I can’t even.

  It doesn’t make sense.

  We’ve only…like…

  I go limp.

  I can’t fight this anymore. It would take another three of me to even try. I just don’t have it in me.

  “Hmm,” Zachary murmurs and then goes back to his knees. “I liked it better when you were fighting.”

  Then he slaps the inside of my thigh with a hand. I gasp, but barely flinch.

  “You come once and you’re useless after?” he says. “That’s not good enough, Trin.”

  He ducks down, scraping his teeth over my skin hard enough to leave behind ridges. I squirm, but that’s all I have the energy for. “Where’s your fight. Where’s that spunk?”

  “All over my fucking hands,” I say, holding them up. “And your hair.”

  There’s a moment, this crystallized silence, where it could have gone either way.

  I don’t know if I’d have preferred us to all laugh it off.

  I didn’t get a choice.

  Zachary snarls at me. “Want me to pity you, slut?”

  A cold shiver races through me. “No, I—”

  He grabs my face hard enough to bruise and then yanks at his belt.

  “Zachary,” comes Reuben’s voice from behind me.

  “You’ll thank me later,” Zachary says to Reuben as his belt clatters to the floor.

  “Zach—”

  “You might want to bite down on something, little girl,” Zachary says, his eyes on me. But then he looks past, to Reuben. “Hold her down so I can open that pussy up for you.”

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Trinity

  My scream does nothing to stop them. Apollo grabs my hands and holds me down so I can’t fight. And Reuben just opens his legs, exposing my pussy for Zachary’s cock.

  My eyes blur with frightened tears, but I blink them away before they can fall. Zachary wedges his knees between Reuben’s legs and leans closer, one hand slipping past us to grab the cushion beside Reuben’s head.

  Zachary’s breath stirs the fine hairs beside my ears when he leans in and I turn away. But then strong fingers make me face him again.

  Reuben. The fucking traitor.

  Zachary’s eyes dart down to my lips. “Want me to kiss you like I love you too?” he murmurs.

  He ducks down, his lips brushing mine. No more than the faintest tease.

  If I could have turned away I would have, but Reuben’s keeping me in place in every possible way—chin, body, legs.

  I feel the couch cushions sink down a little as Cass returns from wherever he went to. His fingers trail over my thighs. A second later, so do Apollo’s.

  Reuben shifts under me, and suddenly his cock is pressing against me again. He groans softly as he grabs his cock and smears it through my pussy, again coating himself. The tip of his thumb slips inside me, and then his cock is pushing against my entrance.

  I don’t know if Zachary somehow knows what’s happening down there, or if they’re all psychically linked, but when I gasp as Reuben pushes against me, Zachary kisses me.

  Hard.

  Passionately.

  And yes, like he fucking loves me. But in his own twisted, fucked-up way.

  It’s nothing like he’s kissed me before. It feels wrong, but the kind of wrong that makes me wonder why I was trying to stop him in the first place.

  Any of them.

  Cass and Apollo’s fingers stroke over each side of my pussy, and then pull me open even more. I push up into Zachary’s kiss, breathless as I try to kiss him back as hard as he’s kissing me.

  He makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat a second before his tongue forces its way into my mouth.

  And then his cock brushes over my clit. He dips down, wetting himself on my arousal, and then comes back, massaging me with the tip of his dick as he tongue-fucks my mouth.

  Reuben releases my jaw and instead grabs one of my breasts, squeezing me so hard I whimper against Zachary’s mouth.

  “Jesus fuck,” Zachary whispers, briefly breaking our kiss. “If you had any idea how badly I want to hurt you.”

  My eyes flutter open.

  “Then do it,” I say.

  I don’t know where it comes from, the sudden bravado that rushes through me.

  Maybe it’s the brief flash of admiration that flickers deep in Zachary’s moss-green eyes. Maybe it’s the fact that, even for a second, it feels as if I have all four of these men at my beck and call.

  Reuben strokes his cock over my pussy and tests my entrance again. And as I’m staring up into Zachary’s eyes, panting from our violent kiss, I understand what he meant. Why he wanted to fuck me first.

  Because when Reuben pushes the first inch of his cock into my pussy, I let out a low, agonized moan.

  He immediately pulls out, stroking me as he nuzzles the side of my neck. All while I stare up at Zachary as if to defy him, only to realize it doesn’t work like that.

  As much as Reuben wants to make love to me, he can’t, because it would hurt me. And he can’t hurt me.

  Zachary knows it.

  If I want to fuck Reuben, I’d have to fuck one of them first. I bite down on my bottom lip as wild thoughts rage through my head.

  Slut.

  Whore.

  Sinner.

  But I push them all aside.

  I keep forgetting, I’m not normal.

  I’m special.

  Zachary’s eyes drop to my mouth. I bite down harder on my lip, and let out a small moan.

  “Christ,” he mutters. But instead of kissing me, he nips at my chin. “Don’t just give it to me, little girl.” He kisses me once, hard, and leans back as he starts stroking his dick. “I want to take it.”

  So I give him what he wants.

  When he drops his hips and touches his cock against my pussy, I start struggling.

  It comes easily enough, because I’m fucking terrified.

  Not just of him.

  I don’t know what will become of my life, even if I miraculously don’t go through with this.

  So I fight him.

  When his shoulder comes close enough, I sink my teeth into him. And I get a slap on my pussy for that, which makes me whimper in pain.

  And that makes him even harder.

  So he slaps me again, groaning as I buck.

  “Finger her,” he snaps, his eyes only briefly darting up to Reuben.

  Two thick fingers tease my opening. And then Reuben shoves them into me.

  I arch off him, a gasp rattling in my throat that Cass leans forward and snatches with a kiss.

  Fuck my life.

  I moan into his mouth as Reuben slowly starts to finger me.

  A hot mouth presses to my pubic bone. I’m convinced it’s Zachary’s but when a tongue tentatively licks my clit, I realize it’s not.

  Apollo.

  My body melts against Reuben under their attention. Reuben fucking me with his fingers, Apollo massaging my clit with his lips and tongue and mouth. Cass stealing my breath with a kiss.

  My eyes flutter open the second Cass breaks away.

  Zachary’s sitting in his chair, stroking himself as he watches me being devoured, a look of utter contentment on his face.

  But the spell breaks when a climax thunders toward me. I claw my fingers into Apollo’s hair, forcing him harder against my clit, but Zachary grabs his shoulder and wrenches him away.

  “Stop.”

  Reuben’s fingers tug out of my tight, dripping pussy. Zachary slips between my legs, drags his fingers through my slit, and licks my juices from his fingers.

  “You’re wet e
nough,” he says as he leans closer. He puts his mouth by my ear.

  He pushes my head aside with his, and Reuben’s lips catch mine in a slow, gentle kiss I can feel all the way down to my toes.

  Zachary’s cock touches my clit and drags down.

  He stops against my entrance, and eases himself in the first inch as his breath paints hot lashes against the side of my neck.

  “Jesus, you’re soaked,” he says.

  I manage a mewl in response.

  Then he goes in another inch. I gasp into Reuben’s mouth, and he starts kissing the corner of my mouth instead.

  “Don’t hold back. I want to know how much I’m hurting you.”

  A breath rattles through my throat as he eases himself in another inch. I grab hold of his shoulders, and then sink my nails into his flesh.

  He hisses through his teeth.

  And then slams into me.

  I scream, because fuck it hurts.

  And then I fight, because I want him out.

  But he holds me there, pinned on his cock, and pants against the side of my neck.

  “So fucking tight,” he whispers. “Jesus.”

  A sob chokes me. I try and move, but I’m pinned between him and Reuben.

  “P-Please,” I manage.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Yes!” I hiss.

  “I’m not even in all the way,” he says. And then he forces another inch inside me.

  Tears slip down my cheeks as I gasp out in pain. Fingers slip between us and touch my clit and then pleasure wars that pain.

  Reuben begins massaging my clit as he kisses the side of my neck.

  Caught between them, I slowly start to come undone.

  Zachary pulls back no more than an inch, and then thrusts into me hard enough to jar a hoarse yell from me.

  Reuben’s fingers speed up.

  I’m clinging so tightly to Zachary’s dick, I’m surprised he can move at all. But he does. As soon as he’s filled me with every inch of cock, he starts fucking me hard and deep.

  Every thrust rips a new yell from me. Powerful at first, and then hoarse and broken.

  Reuben massages me even harder.

  I’m howling now, scratching at Zachary’s chest like a caged animal.

  Because that is exactly what I am.

  Trapped between them, I have nowhere to go. No way to stop him fucking me, hurting me, making me bleed.

  And as he picks up speed, as his rhythm smooths, Reuben bites the side of my neck, and Zachary captures my lips for another kiss, I come.

  I fucking come so hard I can’t even scream.

  And Zachary fucks me through my climax and beyond. I’m still coming down from that impossible high when he grabs my hips and thrusts into me the hardest he has yet.

  His cock pulses as he empties himself inside me, bruising my hips with his fingertips.

  I don’t even have time for a breath. Zachary pulls out of me with a ragged gasp, the last spurt of his cum warming my skin as he comes over my clit.

  “Fuck her,” he says, not even bothering to look at me. “Get in there and fuck her while she’s still bleeding.”

  Reuben shifts under me. I have time for a breathless, “No!” of protest, and then I’m being split open all over again.

  Zachary grabs my hair in a fist and yanks me forward for a violent kiss as Reuben buries himself balls deep in my bleeding, aching pussy.

  I might have died. It’s entirely possible. Because I remember kissing Zachary, and then suddenly I feel like I’ve gone to heaven.

  I’ve never felt such mind-numbing pleasure. But the pain is too intense for me to enjoy it.

  At least, that’s what I think.

  But then someone’s strumming my clit again, and…

  “I’m going to come!” I whisper against Zachary’s mouth.

  He steps up, his dick bouncing angrily, already erect again as he steps aside for Cass.

  “What…?”

  Cass goes to his knees. Sits forward. And closes his mouth over my clit.

  I throw my head back and gasp.

  “Am I hurting you?” Reuben whispers into my ear.

  I somehow manage a whimpered, “Yes.”

  “Should I stop?”

  “No!”

  “Good,” he growls. “Because I can’t. You feel too good. So fucking good, my love.”

  Something invisible squeezes my heart. “Fuck me harder.”

  “But I don’t—”

  “Fuck her harder!” Zachary barks out.

  Reuben growls deep in his throat, but he obeys. Grabbing hold of my hips, he shifts forward until he’s right on the edge of the coach. Cass scrambles back as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. By the time Reuben’s done arranging me and I look up, Cass is stroking his dick and looking about to come again.

  Reuben spreads my legs, reaches past me, and grabs Cass’s head. He jerks the man forward, forcing his mouth over my clit. “Fuck his mouth,” Rube commands quietly in my ear. And then he puts his hands on my hips and moves me against Cass’s lips.

  Fuck, but it’s too much.

  I begin to unravel.

  Reuben swipes a hand over my pussy, opens me with his fingers, and rams his cock into me. I buck forward, but he grabs my hair and yanks me back. Keeping me caught between his cock and Cass’s mouth, he starts fucking me slow and deep.

  It fucking hurts like all hell, and then it doesn’t anymore. But still I’m whimpering and mewling because the pleasure is just as agonizing as the pain was.

  When I come, it’s with a hoarse yell. Reuben grabs my ass and yanks me against him, driving his dick as deep inside me as it can possibly go. Cass follows us, his tongue lapping against my clit.

  I shudder as my climax plays out, my fingernails leaving crescent moons in Reuben’s thighs. He fills me with his cum, and it leaks out of my pussy when he starts pulling out.

  I grab the back of his neck and turn my head to kiss him.

  “Stay inside,” I whisper just before our lips touch.

  So he does.

  He stays inside, filling me even when he starts to soften, as Cass keeps licking me and licking me and licking me.

  We’re still kissing, both still panting, when I feel myself about to come again.

  But Reuben doesn’t capture my cries this time. The mouth on my clit disappears, and instead I’m staring into the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.

  As Apollo tears me apart with his tongue on my clit, Cass snatches my breath away with a kiss.

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Trinity

  I should feel different. Why don’t I feel different? Sure, there’s still a faint ache deep inside me, but mentally, I’d have thought I’d feel…

  Like a woman?

  I shrug off the voice and tug in a deep breath. I’m nestled against Reuben’s chest and stomach, his arm draped over my waist. We’re using Apollo’s lap as a cushion while he’s propped against a heap of pillows. Cass and Zach are somewhere nearby too, but in the dark I can’t quite be sure where.

  They brought me in here after they were done with me last night. After I couldn’t take any more pleasure or any more pain.

  My eyes are grainy, and my body’s sore. I don’t know if I slept for hours or minutes.

  I don’t dare wake the Brotherhood but I need to get the fuck out of here and figure things out.

  Also, I need to pee.

  I carefully slide out from under Reuben’s arm and creep naked into the living area of their lair. There I find my dress and slip into it as quietly as I can. Thank God Zachary didn’t decide to cut it off me along with my underwear.

  I hunt around for my shoes. One of them ended up under the couch.

  Having to go to the bathroom almost becomes a non-issue when I stand and see Zachary leaning against a nearby bookshelf, watching me.

  “Christ,” I whisper, putting a hand on my pounding heart. “You scared me.”

  “Leaving already?” he says, and goes over t
o a packet of cigarettes tossed on one of the empty shelves. There’s a metallic click. A puff of smoke. He still has his back to me.

  “I need the bathroom,” I tell him. Then I hesitate. “I’ll be back after.”

  Tobacco ignites with a faint crackle as Zachary inhales. “What makes you think we want you coming back?”

  My heart stutters. “What did you say?”

  “You all had your fun.” He turns, exhaling a plume of pale smoke. “It’s time for you to fuck off.” He comes closer while I’m still trying to process his words, and grabs my chin. That touch hurts more than it should—they bruised me all over last night.

  “When the first bus to Mercy leaves this morning, you’ll be on it.”

  I start to shake my head. “Why—?”

  Zachary shoves his body against mine, driving me back.

  A pained gasp rattles out of me when I thump into the bookshelf, but my lungs seize up a second later when something cold, sharp, and all too familiar pricks the side of my jaw. “Shake your head again, and this’ll go straight through your fucking cheek,” he says.

  My body goes rigid. I swallow hard, my mind reeling as I try to think of something to say.

  I thought I’d seen Zachary angry before, but the rage burning in his eyes has nothing on that.

  The knife slides down the front of my throat, over the front of my dress. I squeeze my eyes shut when his hand goes up under my dress.

  “Look at me, Malone.”

  My eyes flutter as I reluctantly force them open. The tip of the knife scrapes the inside of my thigh as he brings his hand up…and up…and up. Then it’s touching the most sensitive part of me, a breath away from slicing me apart.

  In sheer panic, I glance at the curtain separating this room from the next. If I screamed, would they—?

  “I know what you’re thinking,” Zachary says. “But I’m in charge, not them. If I say you leave, they’ll agree.”

  My skin tries to crawl off my body as I slowly pull my gaze back to Zachary. Cold, dead eyes watch me for a second.

  “Why?” I murmur, not able to stop the tears welling in my eyes. “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because you and that fucking priest take us for fools,” Zachary hisses. The knife pricks my skin, but doesn’t break the surface.