Page 109 of Till Death and Daisies Bloom

I nodded, unable to form words.

"No, say it," Lust demanded. "I'm yours."

The room burned.

A strangled cry was all I could manage.

"Don't let her cum until she says it," Envy muttered. Greed nodded.

I growled, but only a little. It was probably just them feeding their sins.

And I feed them all, over and over again.

The finger inside of me froze, and I could have screamed in frustration. Magick burned in my veins, indignant. A new entity inside of me rose to the surface, resentful.

Wrathful.

No one tells Wrath what to do.

I bucked and writhed, refusing to give in.

"Oh, that's how we're doing it?" a voice chuckled darkly. Envy?

"Are you being a bad girl?" Lust purred in my ear.

My hands were snatched and held over my head, then tied. I wiggled and jerked, refusing to speak, even as a bolt of pleasure went straight to my core. A warm cock settled between my tied hands. Tilting my head back, Greed gave me a saucy wink.

Well, he at least had earned it.

With a smirk I let him stroke himself in my bound hands, his eyes closing in rapture.

"She's dripping," Envy commented, my own arousal giving away the game.

The sound of a zipper came from in front of me, and Lust settled himself between my legs. Envy's hands continued to roam, but kept coming back to my breasts.

"Perfect ass. Perfect tits. Gods," he breathed out.

Pride stood awkwardly next to my head, just staring. He looked lost.

"Take out your cock," Lust ordered him.

Pride jumped but obeyed, and to my surprise he was hard despite his reluctance. Making a decision, I leaned my head over and took him into my mouth.

He let out a cry of surprise and gripped the chaise lounge hard.

Greed laughed and Envy snickered.

Lust smirked.

"Tell me you don't want it, and we'll let you up," he warned me.

Ha. No fucking chance.

Hands tangled in my hair and pulled, yanking my head up. Lust said, "I'm going to fuck you now, like I should have done on my desk, in my office, weeks ago."

Words failed me. Hot, heady desire surged through me like a drug, leaving me high and breathless.

"Last chance," he said, his tone almost...begging. Or was it desperation?

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