Page 1 of Sinful Chains

Chapter one

Heat.

Shadows.

Heavy breaths.

The four of us burning with barely restrained desire.

What would have been another mundane Monday evening in the heat of July had turned into a hedonistic, pre-dinner rendezvous.

Our group wassupposedto be discussing our plans for the future of Omega house, but somehow, someway, we ended up in the master bedroom, a place that, to be fair, had seen much more debauchery than this.And they were all mutual, shared experiences. We did everything together.

Women included.

But our thing with Santari was different. She wasn’t some random ass sorority girl trying to make a name for herself with the Omega Thetas. She was already part of us, and it had nothing to do with letters or colors or any other arbitrary shit. Santari was family.

It sounds crazy to say that about a woman you’re fucking, but I can’t think of a better way to describe our connection. Only we weren’t bound by blood. We were bound by something primal.

The dim light of the bedroom did nothing to cover our naked flesh, not that we had anything to hide. This was the natural extension of our love for her, and for each other.

I would never expect anybody else to understand.

Cruz was the first to touch. He was on the bed with her, sitting at her feet, his rightful place, to my mind. Santari is the kind of woman you worship.

At least, at first.

Then, once the worshiping is done, you slut her out.

It’s only right.

I stood with my back to the wall and my dick in my hands, content to let my brother start the party. Cruz liked to dominate. No skin off my back, really. Whenever I join, shit lights up like it's supposed to.

Titan rested on the chaise lounge in the corner. Mr. I-like-to-watch in his usual spot, eyes dark and hungry. Whether he joined or not remained to be seen, but his presence was strong enough to be felt either way.

Cruz tweaked her nipples, causing a shiver to move through her, her legs splaying open, giving us all a glimpse of the smooth, glistening paradise between them.

With my mouth watering, I shoved off the wall and made my approach, having seen all I needed to see. I took my seat on the bed beside her as Cruz moved down and settled between her legs. That lucky motherfucker got the first taste of her pussy tonight.

I got the first taste of her mouth.

My fingers slid into her hair, grazing her scalp as I tilted her head back, giving myselfaccess to the soft, delicate skin at her neck. I dragged my nose across it, inhaling her sweet scent, before kissing my way up her jaw, finally landing on her lips.

Strawberry flavored lip gloss. Heart-shaped mouth. Soft and full. I used my lips to coax hers open, sliding my tongue in, exploring her as my hand crept up to her cheek. Around and around, our tongues played a slow, nasty tug of war until her body stiffened and she let out a soft moan.

I pulled back, bringing my fingers to her chin. I let my eyes drop and saw why she reacted.

Cruz was going to town on her pussy.

“You’re shaking,” I murmured, bringing my eyes back to hers. “Feel good?”

“Yeah,” she moaned. “Sogood.”

“Show me how good it feels," Titan said from his perch. "Purr for me, Goddess."

Santari did what she was told.

She always did.

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