Jess Michaels

by Sin Collection

  Her eyelids fluttered shut as his mouth came down on hers. Hard, harsh, demanding. She should have pulled back from the sparks of emotion that lay beneath the surface of this anything-but-simple kiss. But she couldn’t. She melted beneath it, groaning as he sucked her tongue gently, his fingers squeezing into her hips as he rocked her against him.

  Then he pulled back, just as unexpectedly as he had embraced her. He wiped the faint residue of his kiss away from her bottom lip and said, “My business isn’t quite over yet. And neither is yours.”

  She cocked her head, questions piercing through the fog of erotic response and boiling emotions. “What do you mean?”

  He caught her hand and drew her toward the door. “Come. You’ll soon see.”

  Chapter Five

  Sin led Evelyn down the long hallway to the room where his surprise waited. He was still reeling from that kiss, that burning, powerful kiss. And it took every effort for him not to spin her back against the hallway wall, flip up her skirt and drive inside her where he knew she was already wet and waiting.

  But that wasn’t the purpose of tonight. At least not yet. First, she had to see what he had planned. First, she had to experience what he had in store for her. Then and only then would he bring her to completion. Fill her. Take her.

  He shook off those erotic plans as he opened the chamber door. Inside his servants had put piles of pillows and a soft, fur rug in front of a roaring fire. Candles and lamps blazed forth, filling the area with light.

  Wilson, Archibald and Fiona already waited there. And if the way Wilson was stroking Fiona’s leg through her skirt was any indication, they were more than ready for the night’s events to start. Archibald sat behind her, her back flat against his chest, holding her so that he could stroke her breasts through her scandalously low cut gown.

  Evelyn immediately halted at the sight of the three strangers. She dipped her head, pulling away to hurry out of the room when the three looked up and directly at them, but Sin held fast. She couldn’t escape the desires she’d kept hidden for so long. And even if he couldn’t bear to give her a full experience of the threesome she wanted so badly… a fact he still wasn’t ready to analyze, he had every intention of forcing her to face that desire. And benefit from it.

  “No,” he said, pulling her back inside and closing the door behind them.

  Her gaze darted to the three on the extravagant rug, then back to him. “Sin,” she whispered, a little plea that he wasn’t sure he’d ever hear enough of. “What-?”

  He backed toward the chairs his staff had put in the dim shadows of the corner of the room, guiding her forward with a few gentle tugs. “You know what this is, Evie,” he whispered. “You wrote about it more than once.”

  She shook her head, her glance again shifting to the two men and the woman just a stone’s throw away. “But I can’t… I shouldn’t…”

  He lifted a finger to her lips, stroking the velvety skin there until her gaze softened with desire. “No shouldn’ts. No can’ts. Two men, one woman. That was your fantasy. And now you shall have it. Tonight.”

  He motioned toward his friends without even looking at them and saw Wilson get up on his knees and drew Fiona in for a deep, passionate kiss. Evie’s eyes widened as she stared in blatant wonder.

  “You are a voyeur, Evelyn,” he whispered, putting his hands onto her stiff shoulders and nudging her into the chair. He took the one beside her, but still didn’t look at his friends. He kept his gaze on Evie’s face. “Do not hide from what arouses you. Or apologize for what makes you wet and wanting. Just watch. Watch and see everything that has been hidden from you before.”

  She let out a little sigh that was more of a whimper of acquiescence. He cast a quick glance at the three on the floor in front of them. Already Fiona was unbuttoning Wilson’s shirt, her long red nails, the ones that almost matched her fiery auburn hair, raked across the muscles of his torso. He grinned as he dipped his head back across his shoulders.

  “Little minx,” he breathed.

  She smiled as she leaned forward and caught one of his flat nipples between her lips, stroking her tongue over the flat disk. Behind her, Archibald urged her to rise up. She braced her hands on Wilson’s forearms, her tongue still working over his chest as Archibald pushed her dress up and over her backside. As his friend bent to press a hot, wet kiss against one of the round globes, Sin let his attention return to Evie.

  Her lips were parted, wet with anticipation and her wide eyes took in every movement, every sight in front of her. And her nipples, which were as visible in this new gown as they had been in the one she was wearing earlier in the day, puckered beneath the silk in an invitation to be sucked.

  Not yet.

  “You have seen this before, haven’t you?” he asked, leaning close to her ear so only she could hear.

  Her head jerked up and down. “Y-yes.” Her voice trembled. “Watching the servants. But always in darkness. I was hiding. I couldn’t see like…” She sucked in her breath as Archibald finally speared his tongue between Fiona’s legs from behind. “Oh God, I couldn’t see like this.”

  “Then fill in the gaps in your imagination,” Sin said, leaning back to enjoy the view. But not of the threesome. That wasn’t what made his cock fill with hot blood. It was Evie’s reaction. The way she leaned forward in her chair as Wilson shrugged out of his clothes and offered Fiona his big, hard cock. The way her breath caught when the other woman wrapped her lips around the head of him and slowly drew him deep into her throat. The way Evelyn tensed when Archibald licked at Fiona’s pussy, all the while stroking his own hard cock.

  She squirmed in her chair. Sin could see her reaching to relieve the ache between her own thighs. Fighting not to touch herself as she stared at the sight before her.

  God, by the time this was over, she would be drenched with her own desire. He couldn’t wait to feel that waterfall around his cock.

  The two men were helping Fiona out of her gown now, drawing the fabric down over her skin. Each one took a nipple into his mouth, suckling her together as she groaned. Her hands cupped the back of their dark heads, drawing them closer, urging them on with whispered commands.

  “Oh God,” Evelyn groaned, so quiet that Sin wouldn’t have heard it were he not so fully attuned to her every breath and movement.

  His cock hardened to a painful degree and he realized that he wasn’t going to be able to keep from touching her. His plans to wait until the others had finished, to draw out her experience and need, those were over. The control he was so proud of, that he had used to his own advantage for years, broke the instant he looked at her.

  As he got to his feet and walked around behind Evie’s chair, he had to admit to himself how much power she had over him.

  She was still leaning forward, watching intently as Fiona laid back against the pillows on the floor. Archibald knelt between her legs, stroking her glistening slit with thick fingers, bearing down on her clit with his thumb.

  Meanwhile, Wilson was now laying beside her, continuing to suckle her nipples. She arched up with each touch, her pale face flushing as she neared orgasm.

  Evelyn’s breath was coming just as short and harsh as the other woman’s now. Like she, too, was nearing release. When Sin let his hands cup her shoulders, Evie actually jolted at the touch. She tilted her head to look up at him briefly, but then her stare returned to the vision before her.

  Archibald lifted Fiona’s hips, spreading her wide and then, inch by inch, put his hard cock inside her. The other woman roared out pleasure, thrashing on the rug when he filled her to the hilt. He slammed into her hard, riding her until sweat gleamed on his back and face was dark with exertion.

  The entire time, Wilson didn’t let up. He sucked Fiona’s hard nipples as his fingers glided down her stomach. He found her clit and pinched it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger while Archibald continued to fuck her.

  Sin kissed the side of Evelyn’s neck, feeling her pulse leap beneath his lip
s.

  “Do you like what you see?” he asked, close to her ear.

  “Yes, yes,” she groaned. “I want, I need…”

  “What?”

  She shot a glance at him. “Touch me. Please, please touch me.”

  He met her eyes, then smiled. “Watch them, Evelyn.”

  She trembled as her gaze slipped back to the threesome before her. Sin began to massage her breasts through her gown and she moaned, but her gaze never wavered.

  Archibald withdrew from Fiona’s quivering body and she sat up. They kissed. A heated, passionate kiss that matched the way they had joined. She whispered something, first to him, then to Wilson. Both men exchanged a look and a grin as she got up on her hands and knees. While Wilson positioned himself behind her, she caught Archibald’s cock in one hand and pulled him between her lips. With every forward stroke from the man behind her, she took the other man’s cock between her lips.

  “Stand up,” Sin ordered, his voice trembling.

  Evie shot him a look, but did as she’d been told. He took her hand and brought her around behind the chair where he stood. He pressed one hot kiss against her lips before he spun her around so she could continue to watch the scene before them.

  He pressed a hand against her back and urged her to bend over the back of the chair. He pushed her skirts up with jerky movements, revealing her legs, her backside, the flushed, pouting lips of her wet pussy. But only for his eyes. Neither of the men nor Fiona could see the sight before him.

  Because he still didn’t want to share it.

  Shoving that thought aside, he rubbed the palm of his hand over Evelyn’s slit and she hissed in a breath.

  Then he jerked at his trouser buttons, pulling his erection free. Positioning himself behind her, he drove into her with a long, smooth motion.

  Her cry merged with those of the other three and her spine stiffened at the invasion. Sin shut his eyes with a repressed moan of his own. By God, she was so tight, so wet. Her body flexed around him like a glove, quivering and squeezing until he feared he could come undone just by holding still inside her passage.

  He pulled back, just a small fraction, then thrust. He wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts as he made another short thrust into her clenching body. She was shaking with pleasure, her knees trembling as she leaned against the chair.

  She looked up from time to time at the other three, who were still riding away, though Sin could see that neither man would last much longer, and Fiona had found release at least three times already at their ministrations.

  Evelyn was close, too. Every time he thrust she cried out and her body clung tighter to his cock as he eased out. Every time he felt the quivers of her womb double until finally she convulsed, her knees buckling so that his embrace was all that kept her upright. He continued to pound deep inside her, riding out every clenching tremor, loving the way she responded so readily to his body.

  Then she looked over her shoulder. Her eyes locked with his, wide and clouded with desire and the passion of release. She mouthed his name and his world rocked. His seed rushed, pouring into her as he let out a hoarse cry of pleasure and surprise that she could make him lose his legendary control with just a look and a whisper he hadn’t even heard clearly.

  He withdrew from her body and covered her with her skirt before he took care of his own nudity. Then he glanced at his three friends. The two men were just about to come. That was clear from their red-faced concentration. And somehow he didn’t want either of them to suddenly turn their attentions to Evelyn. Especially since she was still shooting glances their way.

  He caught slipped an arm beneath her knees and swept her into his arms, striding out of the room and back to his own chamber where he shut and locked the door behind them.

  This night was far from over. And he still wasn’t willing to share.

  *

  Evelyn’s skin glowed in the dying firelight. Flushed by kisses, dotted here and there with love bites that showed just how passionate they had become over the past few decadent hours.

  Sin sighed as he rose from his place beside her sleeping frame and threw on the heavy robe that was draped across the chair beside his bed. He paced to the fire and quietly added another log. The flames kicked up, adding light and heat to the room. But the chill deep within him couldn’t be reached by the fire’s heat.

  It was the chill of realization. Of things he couldn’t deny, no matter how he tried.

  He moved closer to the bed and looked at her again. She still looked so innocent in sleep. Except for the fact that she was totally nude and had spent the past few hours studying intently under his erotic tutelage. But he was the one who was learning about himself.

  Like that he could lose control in a heartbeat if she looked at him a certain way. Like the idea of sharing her still burned at him like a cigar put out on his flesh.

  Sin moved over to the bed and climbed up beside Evelyn, pushing strands of dark hair away from her face with the tips of his fingers. God, her skin was like satin. Soft and silky and beckoning to be touched.

  Somehow he’d thought that once he had her, he would bore of her. In some deep, dark place he was only just starting to understand, he had hoped that would be true. And he could now admit that was part of why he’d struck this bargain and brought her here.

  Except that plan was not working. He’d made love to her a half dozen times now and he wanted more, not less.

  That had never happened before. Certainly, he’d kept women longer than that, but by this time they normally didn’t still make him burn with need. If he had a mistress for more than a half dozen tumbles it was merely to have someone there to slake his needs on a regular basis.

  But Evelyn… Evelyn called to him. Like a siren. And like a foolish sailor, he couldn’t resist touching her.

  She let out a little sigh in her sleep and turned toward his questing fingers. Her soft hair tickled his chest as her cheek came down into the crook of his arm and her fingers reached out to wrap around his hip.

  Sin sighed as he drew her against him until her body molded against his side. She never woke up, even as he shifted to rest his head against the pillows.

  But sleep would not come.

  Chapter Six

  Something was wrong. Evelyn clenched her hands in her lap even as she tried to appear as though she was reading her book. In reality, she lifted her gaze for a quick look at Sin. He sat in a chair across the room from hers, making marks in a ledger. He never looked at her. In fact, he hardly seemed to know she was there.

  It had been that way all day. Ever since she awoke alone… again… she had felt something was off with Sin. And she was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t him that was wrong, but her.

  Perhaps last night had not been the shocking explosion of sensual delight for him as it had been for her. She sighed. When she arrived here, she had been so uncertain of herself, of her wants, even of her body, despite her secret explorations of her flesh.

  But once she realized Sin was the one to make the bargain with her father, she had gained strength. Felt herself becoming more open and able to enjoy the benefits of the teachings Sin was giving her. She’d even thought she was beginning to please him, not just be a passive partner to her own pleasure.

  Now all that building certainty was dashed. She felt like she had when she first arrived. Pensive. Nervous. And wrong. So very, very wrong.

  Sin stopped making marks in his book and his eyes came up to meet hers with startling intensity. “What is it?”

  She drew back. Was she so easily read?

  “Nothing,” she insisted, putting her attention back into her book.

  Sin pursed his lips and set his ledger aside. He got to his feet and came across the room to her in a few long steps. Her book hit the floor with a clatter as he caught her hands and pulled her to her feet. His hands came down on her shoulders, holding her in place, not that she would have tried to make an escape regardless. His touch was too pleasurable, even in t
his benign form.

  “According to the terms of our arrangement, I own you, Evelyn,” he said, his voice soft and low, but also very dangerous. His gaze never left hers. “So no secrets. Tell me what is wrong.”

  His words cut through her, as did the idea of Sin owning her. And while that idea should have been reprehensible, it was anything but disgust that rushed through her. Exhilaration and arousal were more accurate descriptions.

  “Evelyn.” His sharp tone made her refocus.

  “Last night I thought you were pleased with me,” she whispered, feeling hot blood rush to her cheeks. “Perhaps you did not feel as much as I did when we joined, of course. But this morning you have been so distant. I wonder if I did something wrong. Or if you no longer want me.”

  Sin shut his eyes and exhaled loudly. Her heart lurched as she saw a brief flash of the internal struggle he was fighting flash across his face. She’d never seen such raw emotion from him before and she had to fear the cause. Was she correct in her assessment of his distance? Was he bored of her and trying to find a way to tell her? Would this confession of hers spell the end of their… what could it be called rightly? An affair? It seemed like so much more.

  Which was why it was so blasted dangerous.

  Sin’s eyes came open and his expression was far less fierce than it had been. The emotions were gone from his gaze, as well. He reached out and let the tips of his fingers trace her jaw line.

  “Evelyn, Evelyn,” he said softly, before he pressed his lips against her neck. Her legs went weak at the touch. “You have done nothing wrong, I assure you of that. Nothing at all.”