Sin's Submission [Demon Twins 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More] Read Free Page A

thumb into the tight opening. The ripples of her ample ass were alluring. He longed to sink his teeth in and taste her softness.
    Sin’s voice was hoarse with need. “Doonae stop. Please, ye cannae stop now.”
    The muscles around her anus clenched as Devon froze. Fuck! Scottish brogue as thick and decadent as rich gravy . But this was only the tip of his iceberg of chilling confusion. This time he was sure she had spoken into his mind. Perplexed, intrigued, and genuinely fascinated, he managed to croak out, “I’ll be merciful just this once, my pet. Remember, you owe me for my quick forgiveness.”
    With that he removed his digit and pulled out his handkerchief from his trouser pocket. It was not an easy task. His bulge was so big, the pockets were pressed severely against his hips. More than a little annoyed at his lack in control, and even angrier at his show of mercy, he wiped at his hands. What was it about this woman that made him want to be gentle? And how the hell was she speaking to him in his head?
    His thoughts churned with outlandish speculations. Whatever secrets she held, he would have time to reveal them. He directed his attention to her brother’s rigid back. “One week. Thereafter, we’ll consider this matter settled.” He caught Sin’s flustered face as she quickly put her clothes to rights. He wondered if she could read his thoughts. Well, if she could, he only had one thing to say to her. “I own you now, Sin.” He just hoped one week would be enough.
     
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    Sin looked around the large, elegantly furnished room once more. Devon’s office had hinted at wealth, and his house certainly did not disappoint. It was also obvious that he’d phoned ahead, because her every comfort had been seen to as soon as she’d arrived. Vice had had the most self-satisfied grin when he’d said his good-byes in the stretch limo Devon had provided. Sin had been caught between the urge to either slug her brother for his unabashed arrogance or flee with him back to her homeland.
    But there were too many unanswered questions. Suddenly her meaningless, dormant existence had been given a quick wake-up call, and now she was being bombarded with unfamiliar emotions like mind-blowing passion and intriguing mysteries. How did a man accumulate so many scars? The unsightly swollen tissue that criss-crossed his face was not fresh. Wherever those wounds came from, she was sure it was a distant place in his past. She had not missed the marks on his forearms either. Who could have damaged such a giant of a man? And why?
    She also could not believe what she had just done and what she’d just allowed a man to do with her. Why had she been so turned-on? The slap on her ass had sent a jet spray of juices in her pussy. She had never encountered such a heightened rush of pleasure even at climax during previous sexual interludes. Worse still, why did she have this insane feeling that he’d heard her thoughts? And she had his. I own you, Sin. For some reason that phrase ricocheted across her mind. Had he really said that aloud, or was her mind playing nasty tricks on her?
    Any further introspection was halted by rowdy banging at her bedroom door. Before she could answer, a slight woman barged in. Flanking her sides were two large men. The bulky males kept their eyes downcast as they grabbed a bag each. My bags . “Hey! What are you doing?” Sin tried to stop them as they carried her luggage away. She turned to the little lady who was watching her with her tiny fists on her narrow hips.
    “Master Devon wishes his slut dressed according to his wishes.” Her eyes perused Sin from head to toe before she continued in a disdainful voice. “Not someone who dresses like his mother.”
    Sin inhaled sharply at the insult. Devon looked to be in his early forties. The few streaks of silver against dark mahogany at his temples made him look mature and distinguished. I’m actually young enough to his daughter, for crying out