Seven Deadly Sinners

by Dark Angel

  The look of relief and comfort on her face is all I need to see. I've rescued her, and she's so happy.

  I’m the fucking hero here, just like I knew I would be. I can't help but succeed at anything I do. It’s who I am. It's impossible to fail when you have this much talent. I know she sees it too.

  The other men all want some of her attention too, so I reluctantly let her go. They swarm her with attention and kisses. It's so hard to share but it would be even harder if I didn't already know that I’m her favorite. I must be. Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?

  Arsen holds her first. He’s so goddamn selfish. He always wants to get to her ahead of anybody. I barely had a second to see her reaction to my handsome face freeing her before he jumped in to steal her attention.

  It's me who led the charge up here. I’m the fucking hero. She must miss me already so I try to take her back in my arms, but then fucking Marshall grabs her waist.

  "Are you okay?" he asks, a little too aggressively in my opinion. And my opinion’s the only one that matters.

  She kisses him and tries to calm him down. He's all brawn and might. Marshall above all has a short fuse, and I know better than to cross him.

  I throw reassuring looks at Caroline, hopefully letting her know that she’ll have the satisfaction of being back in my arms soon, once she's made the rounds.

  "Oh, you guys," she says, the relief evident in her voice. "I thought I was done for."

  Tears fill her eyes and fall hard, streaming down her smooth cheeks. None of us know what to do. Strength—well, we have that in spades. But when a woman cries? We don’t fucking know how to fix it.

  Kaden steps up, and I guess he's the right one for the job. He can bring her back down, can soothe her and distract her. He tempts her with carnal sin that we all know she can't resist. Soon his mouth is on hers and he's muffling her cries.

  "Baby, listen to me," he says. "You have to be here in the moment. It’s over. You’re okay. You're just in shock.” He grins wickedly, and I know what he’s thinking. That fucker. “Here, feel this."

  He places her hand on his giant cock that’s protruding from his pants. He has very little compassion, this one. All he thinks of is sex. Sure, she needs sex. It’s the perfect diversion. But she needs gentle coaxing first, and only I know how to provide this in the way she needs it.

  "Give her to me. She needs the honor of being in my arms. I am the leader, after all. Step aside, assholes."

  I reach for her to pull her away, but Samuel intervenes. He takes her right from me without moving from his spot. He's the laziest fucker in the world. Always expecting the world to be delivered to him. He never extends any effort. In fact, I've only ever seen him so interested in one girl that he would actually fight for her. Seems as if Caroline affects us all.

  He kisses her languidly, and she returns the favor. His slow maneuvers seem to simultaneously arouse her and calm her down. I guess he has a gift for that, evoking placidity. I want to begrudge him for it, but at least she’s feeling better. That’s what matters here.

  She closes her eyes as Samuel smooths his hands over her chest. Her breathing slows, and at last, I can see she's nearly back to normal.

  "Come here, baby.” Time to make my move. "I know you were afraid," I say, pausing to graze my teeth along her neck. "I'm here now. I know I'm all you wanted to see. It's okay now. Let's get you upstairs where you can recover."

  "Okay," she says as her eyes lock with mine.

  Our connection is so deep. It's probably deeper than all the others. She can't hold back with me. Only I can see into her soul.

  I sweep her up in my arms and lead the way out. We leave Kandy's body to the cleanup crew. A sad fate for her.

  Nevertheless, I have my most sacred possession in my arms and I climb the many flights of stairs gently so as not to stir her traumatized body. She kisses me and clings to my neck. I've never felt more powerful than I do in this moment, holding this beautiful angel. She must be in awe of me. I let that thought sink in and take her straight to the penthouse.

  Chapter 23

  Caroline

  Apollo sets me down gently on my bed when we finally reach the penthouse.

  I feel like I’ve just been through a war—and I have, in a sense.

  These men who are my captors are now my protectors.

  And they battled it out for me, determined to keep me safe from the men my father sent.

  I start to shake again, thinking about how my father could have done such a thing.

  And Kandy—she’s dead. I can’t believe it.

  I was just getting to know her.

  All the casualties in this are astounding.

  And for what? That’s what I’m still not certain about. It’s really all about money?

  My father is that desperate to avoid paying his debts that he’d allow an attack where his own daughter is being kept?

  It’s not like it was some raid to come rescue me. There’s no way that would be a rescue.

  I ought to be thanking each and every one of my seven men for rescuing me from my father’s home and keeping me safe ever since.

  I can’t imagine going back to that place.

  One by one, the men file into my room, each one coming to check on me yet again, to make sure I really am okay.

  Marshall is the last one to enter.

  “Everything’s been secured. All the floors from the spa down have been cordoned off. No one can get to you, baby.”

  I simply nod.

  He wants to reassure me, I can tell.

  But I’m still shaken up about Kandy. It’s just like it was with my stepmother—one minute Mary was there, the next she was lying in a heap, blood pooling around her.

  I’ll never forget the images of either of them.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” Samuel asks, coming to me and brushing my hair out of my face. “You don’t seem like it.”

  I take a trembling breath, trying to gather my strength. I’ve been through so much already. I can’t give in now. Can’t be weak. I know I can handle this.

  “I am,” I say. “But I can’t be okay with what’s happened. Something has to be done about this.”

  Justin nods. “It will. Believe me. There’s no way they’re going to get away with attacking us like this. There’s going to be hell to pay.”

  “Yes,” I agree, finding my strength again at Justin’s words. “They need to pay for what they did to Kandy. I want revenge.”

  Several of them look a little surprised at the vengeance in my voice, but then everyone is nodding their agreement.

  “Then you’ll have it,” Kaden says, coming up to me and running his fingers along my shoulder.

  A murmur of agreement echoes through the room.

  “They need to pay.”

  I agree completely.

  The old me may not have, but I’m not that same girl anymore who was taken from her father’s home. I’m stronger.

  Or maybe I was always strong but never knew it until these men came into my life and changed everything.

  They’ve taught me how to accept who I am and stand up for what I want.

  “This attack was on all of us,” Apollo says, stepping into his role as leader of the crew.

  “Yes, the target was most likely Caroline, but they’ve crossed the line. Make no mistake, this will be avenged.”

  He zeroes his gaze in on me.

  “But don’t doubt for a second, Caroline, that we won’t protect you. No matter what, you’re our number one priority now. You can trust with your entire being that we will always protect you, from anyone and anything. Isn’t that right?”

  The guys all murmur their agreement, their eyes flashing fiercely.

  “Thank you,” I say, but they aren’t done.

  Arsen steps forward. “He’s right, Caroline. Brining you here, watching over you, may have started out as a job, but it’s so much more than that now. We aren’t just doing our jobs anymore. And I think I can speak for everyon
e when I say this.”

  Ares nods.

  “It’s true. This isn’t a job. We’d watch out for you no matter what now, baby. Because you’ve come to mean something special to all of us.”

  Hearing them say this makes me feel a warm rush in my chest. I mean, I suspected they cared about me to some degree. That they weren’t just doing their jobs.

  We’ve shared so much at this point.

  “Show me,” I say, lifting my head high. “Show me what I mean to you.”

  Justin looks at me with hungry eyes, like he’s ready to ravage me, but his words shock the hell out of me because they’re in such contrast to the look he’s giving me.

  “We can show you, Caroline. You know that. And we will. But I want to tell you too.”

  Tell me? What does he mean? Tell me what?

  “I love you, Caroline.”

  Oh. Wow. He wants to tell me that.

  I stare in shock for a moment. But then the rest of the men speak up, voicing the same. They all profess their love for me, telling me how it did just start as part of a job. But that being with me changed everything, almost from the minute they saw me.

  One after another, Apollo, Ares, Samuel, Kaden, Arsen and Marshall tell me just what Justin did—that they’re in love with me. It’s surreal and perfect all at once.

  Finally, I find my voice.

  “I love you, too. All of you.”

  I look around the room, meeting the eyes of each of my lovers.

  “Every single one of you mean something special to me, and I love you each for that. I want to show you.”

  “Show us how?” Kaden asks, an expression of pure ravenous lust on his face.

  Then, I feel the mattress shifting under someone’s weight, and I look up to see Ares coming toward me. “Yes, show us how?”

  “I want all of you to fuck me. This time all together again.”

  “That’s all that I needed to hear,” Arsen whispers, and then his hands are on me, running up my side.

  A shiver races through my body as I feel his fingertips brushing over my neck, and then down to the skin between my tits. Running his hand across my collarbone, he slides the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders.

  Then Marshall is behind me, his big hands working at my zipper until it’s undone and my back is completely exposed.

  Arsen’s hands are still running all over my neck and shoulders, relaxing me, and Marshall’s are tracing light circles at the base of my spine, his fingers teasing lower and lower.

  Then I hear the sound of tearing fabric. I half giggle, have moan at Marshall. He would go and get impatient and just rip my dress right off my body.

  Apollo steps up and pushes my ruined dress the rest of the way down my body, and removes it, tossing it aside like the scrap it now is.

  My whole body coils in anticipation as the seven men feast on my body with their eyes. I suddenly feel exposed, wearing nothing but a lace thong.

  This is what I’ve been needing.

  What I crave.

  I tremble as Ares comes closer. I feel his lips against my neck, and then another one between my breasts—Justin.

  Sighing rapturously, I surrender to the darkness within them, the newly discovered darkness in me, and their mouths devour my naked skin, working their way lower and lower.

  I feel them moving down my stomach at the same time, their lips gently kissing every inch of my body until they meet the hem of my thong.

  Then Kaden swoops in and grabs my thong, hooking his finger in it and yanking until it simply shreds into scraps, falling away and exposing my wet, glistening pussy.

  The next thing I know, all seven of them are there, spreading me out on the bed, and there’s nothing I can do but submit.

  “We can do anything to you, Caroline.”

  “Anything at all…”

  “You’re at our mercy.”

  I bite my lower lip, and just the words they say have a growing wetness gushing out of my pussy and coating my inner thighs.

  Yes, they can do anything to me… And I want them to.

  My heart beats quickly in anticipation.

  All my life, I’ve had no control.

  My father has always had expectations of me. But now? I don’t have to be controlled anymore.

  I’m free to make my own decisions.

  But with these men, I don’t have to be in control; I can let go of it and let them do whatever they want to me.

  And I enjoy the freedom that gives me to just enjoy myself.

  “Yes please. You can do anything. I’m at your mercy…”

  I repeat their words, loving how they sound.

  “Please,” I continue, urging them to act on their promises.

  My words have an immediate effect.

  There’s the rustle of clothes as they all spring into action, stripping and undressing, freeing their huge cocks that make my mouth water and my pussy clench, wanting to grip onto them and milk them for every last drop of cum they have.

  The mattress shifts again as they climb on top of the bed. They’re all naked, their hard cocks pointing up at me as they gaze at my naked body, and that is almost enough to make me go mad, enough to make me cum.

  A needy moan of desire rises from my throat, and I feel my pussy aching for their cocks to fill me, to make so fucking full. Every hole stuffed.

  Fuck, I need them to do something—anything!

  Almost as if they can read my mind, I feel a pair of fingers curling around my thighs, pulling them apart. My clit throbs and burns as I watch their eyes devouring my wet pussy, their own eagerness making the atmosphere in the room become heavy and electric.

  “Please,” I find myself saying, desperate for them to hurry up and fuck me already.

  With my legs spread wide, my men position themselves all around me; in an instant, there’s a mouth on my stomach, soft kisses making their way down.

  Squirming, I almost stop breathing as I feel the tip of a wet tongue going down my mound and reaching for my clit.

  I gasp as I feel it, and that’s all I have the time to do—before I can even prepare myself for it, there’s a set of lips wrapped tight around my clit, sucking eagerly.

  “Oh, God…Yes…Don’t stop,” I say, half-moaning.

  “Your cocks…” I moan, throwing my head back against the mattress as I arch my back. “I want them.”

  “Of course you do,” Apollo responds, and I feel the words vibrate against my clit.

  He’s the one down between my legs.

  It’s hard to know who’s where because mouths and hands are all over my body, touching, pinching, licking, kissing.

  And still, I want more. I want their cocks.

  I’m breathing hard now, anxious to know what will happen next.

  While Apollo devotes himself to devouring my drenched pussy, I feel something brushing against my lips and I react on pure instinct; I open my mouth wide and crane my neck, wrapping my lips around Samuels’s thick, delicious shaft.

  He’s probably on his knees, grabbing his own cock and aiming it at my mouth, and that’s all he needs to do.

  I lean toward him, stretching as far as I can, allowing his cock to roll over my tongue until his thick, long inches are all stuffed inside my mouth. I start to move my head up and down, trying to focus on what I’m doing while a storm starts to brew in the bundle of nerve of my throbbing clit.

  Apollo has moved down from my clit, and now he has opened his mouth over my soaking wet folds. He sucks them in, running his tongue along them, and I can’t help but thrust at him, pushing my pussy against his mouth as hard as I can.

  Since my clit’s been freed up, Marshall doesn’t waste any time in taking over there. He lays his arm across my waist and uses two fingers to press on my clit, rubbing it in a fast, circular motion.

  All the hands and mouths are turning my sensations into a hurricane of pleasure.

  I start moving my head erratically, almost unable to control the movements of my own body. Bu
t I try as hard as I can, hungrily sucking on Samuel’s cock as I feel a wild pressure mounting inside of me.

  “That’s my girl,” Ares says from where he hovers over me, placing one hand on my head and tangling his fingers on my hair.

  Samuel must see that I’m losing myself to my building orgasm because he holds my head in place and starts to buck his hips at me, fucking my mouth.

  “Fuck, I can never get enough of your tight mouth…” he groans, his shaft pulsing against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks.

  I can hear his ragged deep breathing…I might be drowning in lust, but he’s not doing any better. All of them really. The pants and groans fill the room, an echo of our pleasure bouncing off the walls.

  Before I can respond, I feel the tip of a cock pulsing against my ass cheeks. I groan in pleasure, so fucking glad to feel it pressing against me. Into me.

  I bend over slightly to give this newest cock—Kaden’s—a better angle.

  I’m already wet; that’s not a problem. My cum is already gushing out of my pussy where Apollo fucks me, soaking my tight asshole and preparing it for Kaden’s massive cock.

  In one swift stroke, he slams into me, filling me up.

  “Ungh,” I grunt, and bite my lip again.

  It’s so fucking perfect.

  Because here’s the thing…I’m in love.

  With seven men.

  Seven sinners who each have something unique that I couldn’t ever find ever find in just one man.

  I guess that’s why I never settled down, why I never gave myself to someone. I was always looking for the perfect combination.

  But I don’t have to look anymore. Because everything I need is right here in this room with me. These men I love can and will do anything to take care of me and make me happy.

  They continue to pleasure me and throw me into an orbit that I’ve never been in, that’s how crazy this orgasm is building up to be.

  “Okay, my turn,” Arsen says, coming up to me with greed in his eyes.

  Then there’s a shuffle as the men trade off, and suddenly I’m empty.

  Everywhere.

  No cocks in my mouth, my pussy, my ass.

  I miss them.

  I need them.

  They must sense the urgency in my body because the next thing I know, I’m completely stuffed yet again. A new cock in my pussy, slamming into me from the front while there’s another pressing at my ass.