Sins of Seven Series 1-3: Boxed Set

by Dani René

  “I didn’t think you were a psychopathic bitch.” I grin. “But I looked for you, I searched for a year. You disappeared. How did you find me?” I ask, wondering how after all this time, she was the one who found me and not the other way around.

  “For you, I would have done anything. It took time. When I escaped the clutches of a sadistic monster, I ran until I found Carrick and Seven Sins. I got the job at the coffee shop to make extra money, then Rick offered me a job at the club. After the first time, you walked in and didn’t recognize me, I kept hoping one day you’d see me. I need you, Eli.”

  I nod. I need her too but I didn’t want to admit she was the same girl. Every day I saw this beautiful brunette, denying myself the chance to once again see her platinum blonde hair that I loved fisting while I drove into her tight body.

  “If we do this… if there’s a chance we can make this work, you’re mine.” She nods at my words. She’s been mine since I first took her cunt at eighteen. She’s also been mine since I ate her out until her legs shook so much she couldn’t stand.

  “You promised no hearts, but—”

  “You’ve given me yours. Haven’t you?” My question has her looking at me with wariness and I realize that it’s my fault. I pushed her away when she showed emotion. For a moment, she doesn’t respond. Then she affirms with a nod what I already knew. “We were supposed to move on. You were meant to go study, find a life of your own. A boy who would be able to make you happy.”

  “I have found my life. It’s here with you. Don’t send me away again.” She pleads with me then and I can’t deny her anything. Not when she pins me with those big doe eyes that hold so much love for me. The truth of who she really is, what she really went through still needs to be discussed. Before we get to that, I’m going to make sure she’s safe.

  She wants this.

  I want this.

  She’ll be Daddy’s Toy.

  “If you stay with me then that’s it. No more fucking around, you quit your job at the club. No other Dom, no other Master will get to see you the way I do. If you want to go to Seven Sins, then you will do so as mine. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she quips playfully. We’re both fucked up in so many ways, but we’re perfectly matched in others. Since the day I first saw her, I was drawn in by her beauty, her innocence, and her smile. She never showed her true self to anyone other than me. It was the one thing that made me go back every day. I needed good in my life after Raquel died, and Riley, or Giana was it.

  “Now, you better get to your desk and start going through the mail. Make sure Oliver and I don’t miss any meetings,” I order, but all she offers is a smile. No sassiness from her today. She spins on her four-inch heels and stalks out of my office with her hips swaying suggestively. This woman will be my fucking downfall because I want to fuck her right here, right now.

  The door opens before she reaches it and Oliver stalks in. His gaze flits between Gia and I as he regards us warily. “I didn’t hear any screaming so I figured it’s safe to come in?” My best friend stands on the threshold of my office with a grin on his face. With a quick glance at Giana as she passes him, he only offers a nod before turning to me and steps further into the office.

  “What do you want?”

  “This girl…” He lowers his voice. When the door shuts behind him, he asks the question I know he’s been dying to since he first saw Giana. “Is it her? The one you told me about?” I nod. “I thought you said she’s blonde?”

  “Was blonde,” I correct him. “She colored her hair. Her appearance has changed from the seventeen-year-old I first met.”

  “And you’re sure she’s the one?”

  Settling in my office chair, I regard him with a nod. “Yes. I’ve never been so sure in my life. Unless she’s playing a game, but somehow, I doubt it.”

  “You’re claiming her then?”

  “I am. I’ve just made it clear to her that she’s to leave her job at Sins. If she does want to visit, she’ll go as mine. No other man will have her.” He smirks, nodding knowingly. I’ve never laid claim to any of the toys he and I have shared. “I’m still going ahead with my plan though,” I tell him. I know he doesn’t agree with my plan to find her uncle, but he’ll have to get over it. When I find the asshole who hurt her, I’m going to make sure his body is never found. And if it is, it won’t be in one piece.

  “I’m not telling her shit, man. You just be careful. If she’s as volatile as you say, then you need to remember that she’ll lose it if she finds out what you’re doing.”

  Pushing off the seat, I place both hands on the desk. He may be my best friend, but I’m not averse to punching him the fuck out. “I’m not a child. I know what I’m doing.”

  “I don’t doubt you, Elijah. Just remember, once she’s claimed, you’re going to have to deal with the repercussions of her personality.”

  “Aren’t you late for a meeting?” The asshole chuckles, shaking his head, he opens the door and steps out into the reception area.

  “See you later, sweet girl.” Even though he fucked me off, I know he’s right. I searched high and low for her, but could never pinpoint where she was. Until the day I walked into the coffee shop and the brunette looked at me with those same dark eyes that took me right back to the night she kneeled before me in the dingy stairwell, and inhaled my cock like it was her last meal.

  I was too old for her. At least that’s what I told myself. I even convinced myself that I was mourning Raquel’s death and I’d get over the little toy. But I didn’t. Each month that passed I got more and more addicted to her, to the memory of her. I fucked countless women, used them, made them cry and scream, but none compared to Giana. At least, her name wasn’t Giana then, it was Riley.

  Sitting back, I shut my eyes and recall the day I first saw her.

  “Hello.” My voice carries through the room. One small single bed sits against the wall and the little girl lying on it is a waif. Beautiful, her long golden hair the color of sunshine. Big brown eyes peer at me.

  “What do you want?” An angry response comes from the innocent face.

  Chuckling, I step into the room and settle myself in the chair beside the bed. “Nothing, I’m just bored and I was wandering the hallways.”

  When she shifts, the thin gown they’ve given her to wear rides up slim thighs. “Are you a patient or a visitor?” she asks.

  “A visitor. My wife is in the next ward.” The words hurt to voice, but I tell her anyway. She doesn’t tell me she’s sorry, she doesn’t apologize for my wife being ill. Instead, she shrugs. We don’t say anything for a while and I feel the need to explain why I’m sitting in her room. “I just wanted to see why you look so sad.”

  “What makes you think I’m sad?” She sits up then, crossing her legs, offering me a glimpse at the black panties that cover her cunt. “Do you like looking at me down there?”

  Lifting my gaze, I smirk, knowing full well she caught me. I meant for her to. “I do. I’m sure it’s a pretty little pussy.” My words don’t shock her. They should’ve, but she only stares at me as if she’s used to men talking to her like that.

  It angers me. I want to be the only man who talks to her like a toy. “I suppose it’s average. I mean… I don’t go around comparing mine with other girls.”

  Her response makes me laugh. There’s a soft pink on her cheeks, not of embarrassment, it’s desire swirling in her dark eyes.

  “Why are you in here?” I steer the conversation away from her body. Mainly because I’m hard, I’m rock solid for this girl when I shouldn’t be. When I should be sitting watching the life support system that keeps my wife alive beep. She’s no longer coherent. She’s a vegetable and I’m the selfish asshole keeping her alive with a machine.

  “I wanted to die,” the little toy says.

  “Why? You’re young, you have your whole life ahead of you.” Once again, she shrugs. I want to spank her. I want to punish her for not answering me. But most of all, I want to
fuck her. I want to see her pouty lips wrap around the base of my cock.

  “Not everyone wants to live the life given to them. What if you were dealt an existence of pain, agony, and heartache?”

  “You’re too young to know about those kinds of things, Doll.” Her eyebrows shoot up at the nickname, but she doesn’t say anything about it. Instead she watches me with an intensity that tells me there’s more to this little toy than meets the eye.

  “Being young doesn’t stop what happens to someone. Age is only a number, I’m a girl, I’m a dirty toy.” Her words have my heart stilling in my chest. She’s not just saying it, she believes it. Someone must have hurt her.

  “What happened to you?”

  We sit silently as she thinks about what to say next. I can feel the wheels turning in her mind. Spinning on an endless loop of memories. I’m sure the images she hides are gruesome. And I know if she tells me what they are, I may commit murder.

  I push up to leave, but she reaches for my hand. I don’t move, I don’t breathe. I wait for her to tell me. To give me her honest answer. “Life happened to me.”

  I sneak a glance over my shoulder, meeting endless dark pools. “Me too. Maybe we can die together.”

  My suggestion earns me a pretty smile. It’s not faked, it’s genuine, like the way her hand tightens around my wrist. “Then come find me when you’re ready to find your fate.”

  Shaking my head of the memory, I can’t help feeling that familiar emotion that I’ve locked away for so long. Love. It was her who gave me purpose. She made me realize that dying wasn’t an option. Even though I thought that ending my life would allow me to be with the wife I lost, I knew deep down I couldn’t go through with it. Instead of physically dying, I died emotionally and it’s because of her that I was alive. I chose the fire she gave me, instead of the cold emptiness that overtook me time and again.

  Giana was always there. In each face I fucked, in every cunt I drove into, and on every inch of flesh I marked with my hand, whip, and cane. She was the one I was punishing. It was always her and somehow I knew it.

  The other thing I didn’t realize is that night I had implanted my cold dead heart in her hands. And all these years she kept it safe. “Are you ready to go home, Daddy?”

  I glance up and realize it’s been almost an hour that I’ve been lost in the memories.

  “Always, Toy. With you… Always.”

  12

  Giana

  I’m nervous. This could go either way. Once he knows what happened, he can either be appalled, or he’d want to get revenge for me. Sitting here, I feel like a teenager once more. As if he’s taken me back to when I was seventeen and he was thirty. I’m completely naked, he asked me to strip as soon as we got into the house, but he’s gone and I’m kneeling on the floor waiting. It’s always the anticipation that makes my body tingle. Knowing he can do anything he wants to me, but not knowing when he will do it.

  My heart hammers in my chest, my mouth is dry, and as my tongue licks my lips, I find myself thirsty, not for a drink, but for him. I want this man. I’m finally going to have him and I know I’ll be okay. I need to offer him the honesty he deserves. It’s the only way we’ll be able to move forward.

  When the door finally clicks, then slides open, I feel him step into the room. “Hello, sweet girl.” The rough timber of Oliver sends my nerves into disarray.

  “Hello, Sir,” I respond as I’m meant to. I want to look up, to see his face, but I know it will earn me a punishment. The heat of Eli is behind me. His body is like a cocoon, which warms me. Shiny black shoes move into my vision.

  “Eyes up, pretty.”

  When I lift my gaze, I’m met with the steel eyes of Oliver Michaelson. He offers me one of his signature smirks when he crouches down. Once we’re eye level, he reaches for my chin, and lifting it, he regards me for a moment.

  “Are you nervous?” He asks in a rough tone. I shake my head. “Do you want me to watch Eli fuck you?” His words are laced with desire, hunger, and need.

  “Yes, Sir,” I respond, not recognizing my own voice. I didn’t know he’d be here, and clearly this is why Eli had taken so long to come to me. He was waiting for Oliver to arrive. I don’t know what this test is meant to accomplish, but I trust Elijah with all I have.

  “Good girl,” he coos, running his finger over my lower lip with his thumb. Then his touch is gone. He rises to full height, heading to the chair on the other side of the room. Just out of my direct sight.

  “Stand.” My Daddy’s voice is gruff.

  I obey, rising to my feet, but I don’t turn to face him. Instead, I watch Oliver unbutton his crisp white shirt. He tugs it out of the waistband of his black slacks, leaving it open. His body is bared to my gaze. His chest has a smattering of hair, but he’s toned. Not chiseled like those male models, but beautiful to the eye. And for an older man, it’s clear he looks after himself.

  “Do you want Oliver to taste your pussy?” Eli asks from behind me. His cock presses against the cheeks of my ass.

  This must be turning him on more than I thought. “Only if you request it, Daddy.”

  Oliver smirks from the corner where he’s now comfortably seated. The sinful way his gaze rakes over me has me shuddering with an innate need to feel his mouth on me. “I think my Toy would like for you to taste her, Oliver. I’ll watch.” Before Elijah has time to move, the man before me rises from the seat and stalks toward me like I’m his dessert and he’s about to devour me in one bite.

  He shoves his shirt from his torso, allowing it to pool on the floor. Crooking his finger, he summons me closer. I didn’t notice the sofa behind me before, but when I’m turned around, I see Eli on the one end, seated like king of the castle as he watches his best friend lead me toward him.

  My stomach flip flops with nerves when Oliver settles beside Daddy and calls me over. “I want you to get up on the sofa, position that bare little hole on my face and ride me like you’re riding your Daddy’s dick.”

  His filthy words send me spiraling into the abyss of depravity. The ache between my legs intensifies until all I can think about is an orgasm. Until my blood is boiling, painfully racing through my veins. I cast one quick glance at Eli who nods. He’s giving me permission. So, I step up onto the sofa, my legs on either side of Oliver’s body.

  His hands reach up, gripping my thighs as he positions me where he wants me. A flattened tongue laps at my throbbing core and I cry out. “Ride my face, little Toy. I want your sweet essence all over my face.” Sir orders from below me and I do, my hips buck as I take what I need from him.

  My hands grip the back of the sofa to hold myself steady because if I don’t I’m afraid I might fall over. His mouth sucks on my clit, his teeth graze the bundle of nerves, and I’m teetering on the edge. Right on the precipice of a release so intense I’m sure I’ll pass out.

  Hands on my ass still me for a moment, when I glance over my shoulder I find Daddy gripping both cheeks, opening me to his gaze. “I’m going to lick this little ass while you come on Oliver’s face,” he informs me in a seductive tone. I don’t know how much more I can handle, but when Sir’s fingers find my core, dipping into the wetness, a keening mewl falls from my lips. I’m wet, drenched. My body is theirs to use, to play with until they’re both satisfied. As much as I should be ashamed of loving both men taking me like this, I’m not, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt and I can’t say no.

  Fingers probe my puckered entrance and I freeze momentarily. The last time I had someone take me there it was the worst pain I’d ever felt in my life. Not the pleasurable kind. It was agony, and I wished for death. Since then, it’s always been off limits. The dark memories of what happened to me still ghost my mind, taunting me.

  “Calm down, Toy. It’s me,” Daddy coos from behind me, while Oliver’s rough hands grip my thighs, holding me steady over his mouth. My eyes roll back as four fingers enter me. Two in my pussy and two in my ass.

  Both scissor me open. Tea
sing my holes, making me pliable to their ministrations. “Oh God!” I cry out when Oliver bites down on my clit. The sensation shoots through every nerve in my body and I come violently. My pussy pulses wildly around his fingers and my ass tightens around Daddy’s fingers. I can’t stand, my knees are wobbly, but I’m being held up somehow. I lose all sense of time as both men devour me. Tongues, fingers, and hands.

  Both of their mouths are on me. Unrelenting. Giving me more pleasure than I’d ever had. The experience of having two men worship me like this has emotion tightening in my chest, gripping me painfully. Tongues, fingers, warm, wet mouths eat me, lick me, and fuck me until release after release slams into me. I’m not sure how many I have, but my mind is blank from the past, from the memories. All that exists is the here and now.

  I’m merely a plaything for them. A toy. Daddy’s toy. I smile then. I’ve finally got what I wanted. Eli is mine. After all these years, I’m finally his.

  As I come down from the high of my orgasms, I find myself being lowered onto a thick, hard erection. The man before me, Sir, is staring at me like I’m an ornament. Like I’m fragile and he’s afraid to break me. His mouth comes down on my one peaked nipple. He suckles it playfully, flicking his tongue over the bud. When he grazes his teeth over it, I grip his hair, holding him against my chest.

  “Naughty Toy.” A growl from behind me startles me and I release Oliver from my grip. A swat on my ass stings erotically and I move my hips. “You’re going to take us both, right now.” A warning. The cold lubricant on my ass tingles as Daddy teases it at my tight hole. Once again, he works two fingers inside me until I’m loose. At least, loose enough to take his cock.

  Then I feel it. The crown nudging against me, requesting more. I nod. He pushes. My body slowly accepts the thickness as he pushes into my ass. The pain sears me, but the pleasure of Oliver sends me into orbit as both men start moving. I know for a fact that Daddy’s cock isn’t fully seated or I’d have passed out from the pain.