Page 12 of Sin

Taken.

Fuck.

Lilith was going to be so angry when she realized I was gone. There would be literal hell to pay.

Not knowing who these men were or what they wanted with me, I decided to play dead a while longer. Maybe I’d learn something to help me escape.

Almost as quickly as the plan formed, it was ruined.

“She’s awake, you numpties. She can hear everything you’re saying.”

The smooth, posh drawl sent the picture of an upper-class Brit who fancied himself royalty through my mind. Handsome, snobby, and bored with everything. Definitely not the British voice I’d heard in my room, which meant a fourth man was lurking around somewhere.

My odds were growing worse by the second. Four on one? Sexy in the bedroom, but not in my current situation.

“Come on, little succubus,” one of them crooned, his voice strangely alluring. It felt almost like he was a magnet, and I was being pulled right to him.

I blamed that for why I blinked open my eyes instead of jumping to my feet and bolting for the nearest exit. I was far from calm, but my curiosity was overriding all reason.

That’s not curiosity you’re feeling, you shameless hussy. That’s lust. You want to know if the face matches the voice.

The room was dark, but not the pitch black I’d been stolen from. I could make out simple shapes. A fireplace on the wall directly across from the couch I was lying on, a chair in the corner, sheer curtains spanning the large floor-to-ceiling windows to my right. A luxurious cage. Seemed an odd choice for kidnappers. Shouldn’t I be locked up in a cell or something? Getting to my feet on shaky legs, I took a deep breath and ran my hands over the tops of my bare thighs. Great, I was still in my camming outfit.

I found that oddly comforting. If they’d wanted to take advantage of me, they certainly could have. But I hadn’t been bound or stripped, and my body didn’t feel abused in any noticeable way. That had to count for something.

“We’re not going to wait all day, Red,” the man with the deepest voice of them all growled, pulling my focus from my surroundings to what really should matter. My captors. Hedidn’t scare me at the moment, though. No, they’d interrupted me when I was feeding. His voice, the dominance in the tone, the energy and power, only served to bring my hunger to the forefront once again.

I turned toward his voice and found two men sitting in club chairs, softly illuminated by a single lamp on a table between them. Both were devastatingly gorgeous in their own way. One was large with enormous shoulders, dark hair, a thick beard, and a slightly crooked nose that made me wonder if he was a fighter. The other smirked at me, his entire being exuding sex. From top to toe, he was every inch the quintessential rock star, with his messy and overly long blond hair and a lean but sculpted build. He was also very clearly an incubus. One wasn’t raised by Lilith without learning how to recognize our kind.

I swayed on my feet in response to him, then closed my eyes and took a deep breath, steadying myself by siphoning some of the incubus’s power.

“Mmm,” he groaned, his eyes falling closed as he bit into his full lower lip. “She reallyispowerful.”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to feed without permission?”

My head snapped to the right, my eyes locking on the man half-hidden in shadow in the far corner. He was the Brit, the posh one. His voice conjured images of billionaires in boardrooms, but he looked like someone who’d be more at home playing lumberjack. He wasn’t as muscular as the guy at the table, but he was obviously well built in his dark denim jeans and deep blue flannel. It was hard to spot any other details cast in darkness as he was, but I could just make out the hint of a dark blond beard along his jaw.

“Really?” I snapped. “A lecture on consent from one of the men who just kidnapped me? A little hypocritical, don’t you think?”

“Ooh, our new kitten has claws.” This from the rockstar. Sin, I realized, matching the voice to the speaker. What an appropriate name.

That made the man sitting next to him Chaos, the one who drugged me.

“I might sound sweet, but I’ll use these claws if I need to.”

He smirked, getting to his feet. “We don’t feed without permission, kitten. Rule one. That’s how we end up locked up and starving with our powers bound.”

“You don’t understand,” I protested.

“We understand plenty,” Chaos bit out. “You’re a fucking liability, and we’re saddled with you.”

“Excuse me? What’s with the attitude, buddy? You kidnapped me. If anyone gets to be pissed off here, it’s me.” I pointed to myself for added emphasis.

“We did not kidnap you,” he said with a sneer.

My eyebrows flew up. “Do you have a memory problem or something? I was minding my own business?—”

“Fuck yeah, you were,” Sin agreed, his eyes heavy lidded and a sexy smirk curling his lips.

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