Seven Dirty Sins: A Hot New Adult Erotic Romance Boxed Set

by Morgan Black

  “If you remembered everything that happened between you, Grant and me, you never would’ve agreed to come out with me tonight.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” The elevator dings and I realize the ride has taken much longer than it did on the way to the restaurant. I glance up and see we’re on the top floor before Thomas tugs me out of the carriage and the doors close finitely behind us.

  Two endless hallways stretch on both sides of me. They look like they’re extending out to each end of the building, but there’s only one doorway before me. A whole floor for one room? I can’t seem to think straight and my stomach rolls. I must’ve mixed the wrong drinks at dinner. I scold myself for drinking too much before our date and during while Thomas swipes his card with one hand, his other arm still holding me up. I really feel like I’m going to either throw up or collapse onto the pristine chemical smelling carpet.

  I pray I make it to a toile t t and find myself muttering. “I think I’m going to be sick…”

  The door slams behind me, Thomas picks me up and takes me to the bathroom. I don’t even get a glimpse of the extravagant rooms of the suite as we pass through them to the latrine before he holds me over the toilet and I let my dinner fly out.

  I’m pretty sure the evening was over, but as I heave the remnants of the night’s meal, I feel the tinge of regret that I’ve ruined everything before it can even start again. I fold into Thomas’ arms as he holds me propped sitting on the bathroom floor. I get a tiny glance at his calm, scarred face, cataract and all before the bathroom lights dim out and the world slips past consciousness to the deep, dark black. I barely register the spark of a thought as I wonder what secrets he can tell me and if he ever will.

  Chapter Six

  I hear voices, but they sound distant, adrift in the sea of fog lifting from my mind. Moaning, I try to roll over, but I can’t. My body won’t cooperate and my limbs feel stuck in mud. A dizzying spin trips up my head, so I stop moving and concentrate on breathing as the feeling passes.

  Where the hell am I?

  Blinking, I let the dim room come in to focus. My brain feels like it’s been run through a coffee grinder.

  “You didn’t tell me you were going to do that? What the fuck were you thinking?”

  “You told me to give it to her if I thought she wasn’t going to agree to anything.”

  “Did you try asking her first?”

  A pause follows, and I strain to hear any further words.

  “No. She doesn’t remember anything. Why would she agree to it again when she left because of it?”

  “Well that’s just perfect, but you don’t know why she left.”

  “Maybe you can talk to her when she wakes up.”

  “If she doesn’t freak out first.”

  “You’re not helping. You said she’d find me hideous and feel sorry enough for me she’d relent. She didn’t. You said she’d remember what we were back then, but she doesn’t have a fucking clue.”

  “I know what I said.” A groan follows and I’m stunned listening to this conversation. I don’t know if I should try to move again or run the hell away from here. Wherever here is.

  “Look, just go talk to her, maybe you can fix this. I need some air.” A door slams and I jump a little. I flick my eyes up to my wrists, which ache for some reason and still won’t move, only to find them tied to the headboard. I gasp and kick since my legs aren’t restrained, which makes me struggle even more to get out of this.

  “Help!” My voice is sandpaper and I attempt to swallow it down in hopes it gets better. “Hello? Let me go!” I struggle against the restraints, but they’re knotted well and snug to the point my struggling only makes my fingers go numb.

  I go still as the knob turns and the door cracks open, spilling a spear of light onto my sensitive eyes.

  “Thomas?” I ask the figure watching me from the doorway. The light flicks on and I have to blink to keep my irises from burning.

  “Afraid not. He had to take a walk. All you got is me right now.” A familiar face comes into focus and I’m no less stunned than if it were Thomas.

  “Grant?” I tug again, to no avail. “What the fuck? Let me go. What is this?”

  He comes to sit next to me on the bed and reaches out to smooth away my hair caught on my face. It tickles as he brushes it away and I glare at him.

  “I’m sorry. I had to do this. You were tossing around in bed, and we were afraid you’d roll off and hit your head if we left you alone. Give me a second to undo them. Just don’t get up.”

  “You’re holding me prisoner…let me go or I’ll…I’ll…”

  “You’re not a prisoner. Geez, really?” Grant bends over me, his cologne wafts into my nostrils, and I almost choke. It’s pleasant, but so much stronger than Thomas’ scent. I wish I’d gotten the other brother instead of Grant. Now I know which one intimidates me more, now and in high school. But why would I think of that now? What does it mean? Why would it even matter?

  “What do you want with me?” I feel the tears in the back of my eyes, stinging like tiny cactus prickles, but I refuse to let them come as I harden my stare at the colder of the two brothers.

  “One sec.” He reaches up to undo my restraints and I’m so shocked I don’t react, even when he undoes the second one. “There. All safe and sound.” He pats my hand, but all he gets in return is me jerking it away.

  I rub my wrist, scowling. Next, I sit up, but the room spins violently, making me lie back once more. It makes me briefly wonder if I’ve been drugged. I sure hope not.

  “I told you to not get up. You’ll get sick again.” He smiles and reaches out to touch where the restraint has left a reddened mark encircling my wrist. He rubs it in circles as he sighs. “We used to play so many games, Hannah. Don’t you remember? You, me and Thomas. Such great fun they were. You don’t remember being tied down before, do you? You loved it then.”

  I shake my head. I don’t remember any sex games. I don’t remember much about those years at all. It never occurred to me that it’s strange to have almost no memories of the brothers. They’re few and far between if we were so intimate…so close. I blink and continue to stare unsure if I should try to get away or hear him out.

  “No? You don’t remember? Well, I guess it’s to be expected. So many things went so wrong back then. Foolish we were. After all, you were the one who shunned us in the end. You left us behind, never to call, or write. Gone. Just like that.” He snaps his fingers. “That’s no way to treat your lovers.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Lovers? What…Grant and Thomas? Both of them?

  He laughs and tosses his head back. I wonder why each word he says makes my head hurt, like there’s a dam inside, full of thorns and prickly things along with a gush of forbidden begging to be broken and flood me with the proper memories. The very chunk missing from my thoughts. This place in my head is connected to the brothers, and the block has been in place for too long. I pry, as I must, while it leaks and oozes out into my brain, but the information doesn’t come fast enough. It refuses to complete me and remains a black hole of my past.

  “I always wondered how you managed to block it all out. It was pretty brilliant if you ask me. You truly did it. I never thought you were that serious on forgetting us, forgetting everything that happened between us.”

  “You’re out of your mind. Let me go!” I hiss at him. My voice is still raspy, but it’s returning as my anger surges.

  “I’m not holding you here. You’re free to go. But…” He curls one of my locks of hair around his fingers, studying the color as if it’s the world’s finest mystery. “Don’t you want to know what you forgot? Thomas and I decided to refresh your memory. It’ll all come back in time.” He brings his hand to my face and caresses my cheek. It makes my skin flare up in goose bumps, no matter how I much I try to stop the reaction. I fail miserably and glare at him even harder, if that’s even possible.

  “Your pretty face…it’s perfect.
” Grant let his palm hover against my cheek, letting the heat from it burn as he watches my reaction for any sort of emotion. I have none to give. “Every line, every curve of it reflects beauty in every way.” He pauses, a determination forming in his eyes.

  “But that’s not what I’m here for. I want to mold your mind again. Create perfection in all things about you. It’s a daunting task, I know, since you’ve forgotten most of what we taught you. But first, I’ll have to break you, tear you down, and reset those thought processes.” He leans forward and I can feel his steamy breath crash against my skin, making me shiver. “Then you’ll be more pliable, willing and able to do our bidding once more. What do you say, Hannah? Are you game? Don’t you want to know what Thomas means to you…what I mean to you?”

  I shake my head. Fear spills into my gut as I shiver under his taunting stare. No wonder Grant scares me. He’s the manipulating charmer. It makes me feel even sicker.

  What sort of game am I already playing? This dizzying taunt is going to be the death of me, and that alone tears my heart from my chest in one unseen pull as my fear heightens. I hope this isn’t a game I’m already set to lose.

  Chapter Seven

  Thomas returns in the evening and I need to hit the restroom. Grant left me to pace the room, locking me in with nothing but a tray of food and a jug of water. I bang on the door until they return and demand to use the bathroom. Thomas answers, looking sullen even when he leads me to a massive, luxurious bathroom, begging to be forgiven before closing the door behind me.

  I peer around for a weapon or something I can use to defend myself, but the hours of sitting in the desolate room have only helped me remember things I never wanted to. Things I’ve forgotten carelessly in the years since I left the brothers behind. So many things I’ve lost in those memories. These are things I didn’t want to know anymore and they came hurtling back to crash me like an out of control vehicle, tearing me down until the pieces are all over the place.

  Now to put them together and make sense of it all.

  I use the loo and wash my hands in the sink. I need a shower and I find a long camisole nightdress and matching black panties lying on the counter nearest the shower with a towel, brush, washcloth and soap. I take that as a hint that I’m riper than I should be, making me wonder how long I’ve been here. I turn the water on in the tub, letting the water run hot over my skin and cry my eyes out as the remnants of my makeup disappear down the drain. I can feel everything now, raw, exposed like my mind feeling violated as I scrape through my thoughts, examining this person who I thought I knew, but didn’t really. Me.

  I see flashes of Thomas kissing me, hard, pushing me against a tall redwood in the forest where the calls of birds fill the air and the scent of wood sap invade my nostrils. He feels good, and his clumsy mouth gets better as he kisses me more and more. His hands up my shirt and another working the zipper on my jeans. The feel of the hard earth beneath me, the cool breeze on my legs as he tugs my jeans off and pulls his down too. The feel of him entering me my first time…

  The scene repeats, but this time with Grant, in his room, while Thomas is in the hospital with his parents because he broke his arm skateboarding. Grant taking what he wants from me, much more aggressively than Thomas. But I like it, I want them both. I want it all from them…always, over and over again. They are mine.

  The days beneath the bleachers, passing a bottle of one eighty proof and vodka snatched from my mother’s stash she’s sworn off, but keeps stocking up on and throwing parties with her coworkers. Drinking it until the world spins and my panties are yanked off and both brothers take their fill of me, of desire and passion, taking us all to a place brimming with every ecstasy imagined. The drinking didn’t stop for me, it only got worse…to the point I hid it from them. It isn’t the only thing I hid from them both.

  Who is this Hannah Walters? I don’t even know her...do I?

  Scrubbing a layer of skin away, I rinse the dirt away and finally emerge from the steamy bathroom after I don the silky camisole. I hate being dressed by others, but I have no choice. I rub at the sensitive skin on my wrists and peer around the bathroom door. Both brothers are waiting for me, sitting on the bed.

  “Can I go now?” I cross my arms tight, feeling naked underneath the thin negligee with two sets of dark brown eyes peering at me closely.

  Thomas motions for me to sit next to him. His one milky eye seems to stare into my soul and I gulp because I see no other way out. Eyeing the door, I find it closed and probably locked from the inside. One of them has the key, but which one?

  I step forward, and slip in between them onto the bed. It warms up quick, their bodies so close to mine with nothing but T-shirts and slacks on. Thomas’ cologne swirls into my senses and I close my eyes. Why has it turned out like this? If only it had gone different, we might’ve been something…

  Who the hell am I kidding?

  I flick my eyes open and turn toward Thomas before I rotate them back to Grant. Both of them owning a stoic face with expectant eyes. What do they want from me? No matter what’s going on, my body betrays me and I feel the attraction I felt before fluttering along the surface of my skin.

  Damn it. It needs to be contained. I exercise control on all things and I usually get what I want. Everything I want. I have to know what happened and stop this madness now.

  “Do you want to know all your secrets, Hannah?” Grant has his hands on my hair, slowly sliding it to the side before he kisses my shoulder. I shiver, but I keep my eyes on Thomas, who’s watching everything silently. He meets my gaze and doesn’t move.

  “Yes, I want to know everything.”

  “Are you sure?” Thomas asks as he reaches out to lift my chin with his soft hand as he leans forward, so close to me I can feel his warm breath tickling my face.

  “Yes, I’m sure.”

  He lets his gaze linger and it bites into me like a stinger and I’m afraid to move for it might hurt more than letting it stay in place. He breaks the trance for me and fills the space between us, letting his soft lips brush against mine, softly at first, then fiercely, full of hunger and a deep ache we both feel magnetize between us. His mouth knows all the right moves, and his tongue gives me a delicious dance as mine joins in. I want more and a rush of physical memory awakens in me, sending flickers of energy down my middle and between my thighs.

  It makes me wonder who’s been keeping my boys warm all this time. They are experts now, not foolish teenagers messing around.

  “You were ours once, Hannah. All ours. We were your slaves and did your every bidding. Anything you wanted, we gave it to you. There was nothing you could be denied…Nothing.” Grant’s words brush against the back of my neck as he traces his hand down my spine, where the negligee exposes my skin down to the small of my back. His touch shoots sparks down my body.

  “But you left us behind those many years ago…” I listen, half dazed, half in the throes of sensations they were expertly giving me. I have to hear this. I need to know what happened to us. Though I have a vague idea, there’s still holes I can’t account for.

  “You were going to marry Thomas, since you can only legally marry one of us. We’d be your harem, your slaves until the end of time. You wanted it as much as we did. Why did you leave us?” His kisses on my back accompanied by his smooth tongue licking random spots make me gasp. Thomas slides his fingers up my thigh, finding the top of my panties to slide inside and find my slit. He gently rubs it, finding the spots that make me even wetter than I already am. I’m melting and any resistance is gone except for the question Grant has asked me, hitting my neurons with demands to know.

  “I…I don’t remember…We moved. My mother moved us away from you.”

  “She did it because you asked her to. She helped you leave us but you never told her exactly why you wanted to leave.”

  “Why would I ask to leave?” My voice is just above a whisper as I pant. I can’t think, I can’t do anything really. I’m a slave to their touch.<
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  “Tell me why…” Grant’s voice makes me breathless and I lie back as he kisses my neck and moves down to kneel by my legs with his lips nipping and kissing his way down.

  Thomas’ fingers find my entrance and slide in softly, one finger at first, then more as he quickens his movements. I moan in pleasure. Something in the back of my mind tells me this is a farce, something to make me lose my inhibitions and tell it all. But I still hit the wall in my head, where the answers to what we all want to know are, where they’re just beyond my grasp.

  “I don’t know…” I lie back and Thomas pulls away to tug the side of my panties down my hips and over my thighs. Grant does the same with the other side but as Thomas moves to kiss me again and hold my arms over my head for better access, I feel Grant spread my legs apart before the warmth of his tongue shocks my senses.

  “Why’d you leave me, Hannah?” Thomas asks. He looks genuinely hurt, but he lets go of one of my arms as he pulls up the negligee and finds my breast. Exposing it, he moves his face down to where he can lick and nip the perky, pink nipple. Taking it all into his mouth, his tongue licks over me and I sigh as the explosions of orgasms rifle through my body.

  Why did I leave if they were so willing to keep me sated, loved and adored? I rack my brain through the enormous amounts of pleasure wreaking havoc on my senses. Pushing at the barrier in my brain, there’s a fine crack in it. I peer inside, feeling the warmth of my memory contract in their love. I see it, coming towards me in a violent hustle beneath the fog.

  I left because I was… pregnant? I was sixteen and knocked up. I had no idea which one of the brothers was the father and I didn’t want to know. I was so dumb, so naïve. I left to stay with my aunt and figure out what to do.

  But had I taken care of it? What happened to our baby? The memory ends in a wall of black I can’t penetrate. I want to know more, but my blocks are firmly in place. I can’t tell if I’ve had a kid, there’s no stretch marks, no memory of having a child. Maybe I’d taken care of it before I began showing? Maybe I’d miscarried? Which was it?