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  Demon Twins 1

  Sin’s Submission

  Sin Kenna’s world changes when her twin brother removes the amulet she’s worn since birth. The dark passions inherited from her demonic father are awakened, but unlike her brother’s ultimate Dom status, Sin’s only desire is to be an extreme Sub. She is thrown into the world of BDSM, ménage, and mystery with three mature men when her brother’s further plotting drives her to trade her full-figured body for payments owed.

  Devon Collins is a man with a painful past and a body that bears his scars. He compensates the beauties he takes to his bed by binding and blinding them to his deformities, allowing them to first enjoy the unmarred flesh of his friends, Timber Jordan and Kyle Shaw. He is unprepared for the storm that arrives with Sin. With her uncanny ability to read and speak into his mind, she is determined to reveal the horror of his past, secrets he is not ready to expose.

  Genre: BDSM, Fantasy, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 21,675 words

  SIN’S SUBMISSION

  Demon Twins 1

  Vin Stephens

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  SIN’S SUBMISSION

  Copyright © 2013 by Vin Stephens

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  SIN’S SUBMISSION

  Demon Twins 1

  VIN STEPHENS

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter 1

  I should have just stayed in bed. Sin instantly regretted ignoring the intense feeling of impending doom she’d awoken to. But she had ignored it, and it was time to face the music. The music, in this case, was the unrelenting, deeply masculine, and uncannily hypnotic baritone of her fraternal twin. She still couldn’t believe what he was saying. “Let me get this straight. You took a loan from an illegitimate money lender years ago to finance my studies and just didn’t bother paying it back.”

  “In a nutshell, yes.”

  Sin tossed a quick glance, purely to be sarcastic, around the large dining room. Opulence and grandeur was stamped on every item in sight, and all in a Scottish manor belonging to her supposed loan-absconding brother. “Well, obviously lack of funds didn’t play a part in your decision.”

  Vice mimicked her swift perusal of their surroundings and shrugged. “No, actually I didn’t even consider my good fortune.”

  Sin ground her teeth together and counted silently. She made it all the way to fifteen before he interrupted her.

  “Had a troubled sleep last night, did you?”

  That was an understatement. Whatever had happened to her under the cover of darkness was something she could not explain. It was also not something she could discuss with her brother. The images that had plagued her dreams were as irrational as Vice was presently being. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “What have you done, Vice?”

  Vice offered in mock disbelief, “Must I be blamed for every misfortune that befalls you?” He reached out and dropped some honey from a squeeze bottle onto a scone before holding it out to her.

  Sin stared at the offering like it had grown a head. Damn. She should known by now that hiding anything from Vice was impossible. He saw and experienced everything, her thoughts, pains, and dreams. Her cheeks burned as the salacious images from her restless sleep resurfaced. He even knew she’d awoken with a craving for golden syrup drizzled on freshly baked scones. “I don’t want it.”

  “Liar.” His voice lowered to that very low bass note that always sent a shiver down Sin’s spine. “Lying is a sin you know, baby sister. Quite naughty.”

  Her hands clawed at the string around her neck. A deep sigh of relief whistled through her clenched teeth as she drew the amulet attached to the end from within her shirt. Thank God. But the way he said naughty still settled uncomfortably in her craw. What are you up to, Vice? “Just pay the man, Vice.”

  “No.”

  “No?” Sin wished he was as easy to read as she apparently was. Whenever she tried to read his emotions, all she saw was a whirlpool of hot, shimmering reds and stark black. “Why not?”

  “Well. It isn’t my debt to square off, now is it?”

  “Dammit, Vice. You know I don’t have a job right now. Where the hell am I supposed to raise the money?”

  “No one mentioned anything about cold hard cash.”

  Sin’s breathing became quick and shallow. Appearance wise, she and Vice were identical. Their piercing black eyes and sinful dark hair were mirror images of each other and a total contradiction to their mother’s carrottop head. This was indication enough that their mother’s words were true. They were the s
pawns of the demon. Her nose wrinkled in disgust. Vice more than me of course. “What am I supposed to pay the man with? My body?” She laughed without humor. No one would want a body like hers, not even for free. Imagine expecting payment for it. The idea was preposterous.

  Vice’s stoic silence set off alarm bells in her head. Her fingers curled protectively around the talisman until the intricate design dug into her palms. Her mother had sworn the contents within the piece would protect her against any evil inclinations, whatever that meant. Now all she needed was something to save her from her deranged twin. “Just spit it out, Vice.”

  As he persistently remained quiet, she swallowed hard. He walked to the large bay window, giving her his back. With him not facing her anymore, their similarities simply evaporated into fine mist. Vice had been blessed with tremendous height and a wonderfully sculpted, darkly toned body. She had obviously gotten whatever had been left from the remnants within the womb. The minute and a half head start Vice had gotten in their existence had been more than sufficient for him to grab all the good genes he wanted. Short, pudgy, and with a complexion that resembled newly curdled milk no matter how aggressively she attacked the gym or tanning beds, she definitely felt like the recycle bin. Vice had likewise selfishly nabbed the best of the character traits. He was confident, commanding, and domineering while she was everything that had remained—docile, timid, and afraid. Sin pressed her fingers to her temples. As if those things were not enough, Vice was like rabid dog that ruthlessly tore at the scraps that constituted her meaningless life. Why can’t you just leave me in peace?

  “Sit.” Vice’s voice startled her. Her backside plopped into the chair. “Good. You can get rid of that ornament around your neck.”

  Sin grabbed the piece of silver stubbornly. “No. Mama said never to take it off.”

  “Or the demon within you will be unleashed.” Vice laughed as he turned. “Do I look like the devil has possessed me?” He flashed his flawless white smile.

  Her jaw dropped to her chest. “You took your amulet off?”

  “The very day Mama passed away. We were fourteen. Surely you must have felt some change in me.”

  “Fourteen? A whole ten years ago?” Sin gulped as the air became thicker and harder to breathe in. “I thought maybe it was puberty or some guy thing.” She glanced down at her own amulet. How many times had she wondered what would happen if she removed it? Countless. But she’d been too afraid to ignore her mother’s dire warnings. Her gaze returned to Vice. Was that why he was so incredibly successful, a strutting prized stallion, while she had lagged behind like a damn oversized cart? Women swarmed like dirty harpies to Vice, hungry flies to a dung heap. But then again he was also brutally cruel and dominating at times. Were those the traits of their demon father? “I can’t.”

  Vice’s eyes shone like rare black opals. “It’s not as though you have a choice.”

  Sin’s heart slammed into her sternum. “What do you mean?”

  “That precious little heirloom you’re clinging to is utterly useless. I emptied the contents.” He smiled wickedly. “Mama sure did have flair for witchcraft, I’ll give her that. After all these years the herbs still smelled as potent. The stream has carried your curse far from here.”

  Yesterday. The dreams. “Say you didn’t.” The small cry that had been welling within her rose and claimed hold of her. “Please, for God’s sake, Vice, say you’re joking.”

  “Don’t look so alarmed, Sin. You were taking your sweet time getting control of your life. I merely stepped in to help you along. That damn thing was as constricting as a bloody hangman’s noose. I can’t believe you actually wore it this long.”

  “It was not your choice to make. Damn you!” Everything was spiraling out of control.

  “Stop being so melodramatic. You’re whining like a damn spoilt puppy.”

  Melodramatic? He has just set my life on a one-way, first-class ticket to destination hell, and he says I’m whining? Sin had always kept a tight rein on her temper, but it was fast taking complete control of her senses. “I’m so sick of your condescending, fucking know-it-all attitude. Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

  “Because contrary to what you think, I care about you. I am just as fucking sick and tired of watching you wade through life like an apparition. You don’t even know who you are. This is good for you.”

  “Good for me?” Sin slammed her fist into the highly polished table. The shard of heat ran up her arm, and she welcomed the pain. “Did you ever pay attention when Mama warned us? Do you ever think further than your own base desires?”

  Vice moved so fast, Sin had hardly blinked before he was dragging her from her chair. “It was pretty damn hard to ignore a woman who rattled on and on day in and day out about your father being a cursed devil, about us being demonic offspring. She says she called on the prince of darkness to sire her children. Well, he did his job. Here we are.” His fingers dug in painfully as he shook her. “Can you not feel the power stirring within you? That is the power of our father, Sin. Why should we ignore it? Mama certainly had no reservations when he took her body and planted his seed.”

  Sin struggled against his hold. “He was evil, a spirit called to life by a desperate witch’s chant. She lived her life regretting she ever performed that dark ritual.”

  “Regret or not, we are the living results.” He lowered his head until he was staring straight into her eyes. “Mama tried to bind this force that resides within us. But it will not be stilled. It will not be denied. Admit it, Sin. You’ve been restless and unsatisfied. Your essence, your sexuality, and every fiber of what you are was tied and knotted, ruthlessly bound until last night.” His voice lowered to a low, compelling drone. “I felt the power of your dreams, Sin.”

  Sin’s breath was coming in short, uneven pants. Her dreams did not emulate Vice’s lifestyle. Oh yes, her dreams had been carnal and erotic enough to make her pussy drip with musky juices, but not in the way he must be envisioning. Vice was a dom, intent of bending the will of others, venting his passion and prowess on those who were like her. “Weak.” As she made the admission, her uncertainty came across clearly when her voice broke into her homeland brogue. “In my dreams, I havenae control. I havenae power like ye have. I am weak, subservient tae a mon’s every whim.”

  “Not weak, little sis.” He crushed her to the hard wall of his chest. “Simply unafraid to accept what truly pleases you. You and I are like two sides to a coin, Sin. I have thrived with my powers unleashed, yet I am incomplete. Unless you are freed, a part of me is still bound.” He drew her slowly away and ran his thumb down her cheek in a gentle caress. “The man I owe the money to is someone I intentionally sought out and provoked. For you. The two men he invites to the bed chamber to share his women are also trustworthy. I have already offered you to him.” His finger caught a tear as it escaped. “Don’t be afraid, Sin. He will teach you what you need to learn about yourself.”

  Her brother was strong and independent. How could she trust perfect strangers? “I ken ye are right, Vice, but I doonae think I can do this.”

  “And so you will continue to merely exist behind this curtain that lulls you into false security. You will never know what it is to be a complete woman.” Vice’s smile became soft and understanding. “Mama was wrong to bind our sexual cravings. It was never a curse. It is a gift, a magnificent, insatiable prize. You must feed off that energy, Sin. It will make you truly live.”

  Sin hung her head. It filled her with shame to admit her fears, especially when her own flesh and blood was so fearless. “What will this mon do with me?”

  The lines around Vice’s mouth tightened. “Anything and everything. Just as I demand the complete surrender of my sub in the bedroom, you, my beautiful twin, will surrender without reserve. I am the ultimate dom, and you shall be the extreme submissive.”

  Sin shivered as he stepped back. His words both scared and inflamed her at the same time. Would the surrendering of her body to a man be as
poignantly arousing as her dreams had hinted at? Could she accept whatever he did to her, or they if he chose to invite his friends?

  Almost as though Vice had heard her questions clearly, he stated, “For now all you need to do is trust me. Haven’t I always taken care of you, Sin?” He turned to the door without waiting for her answer. “We’ll get the first available flight to the States. I will stay only for the introduction and turn you into his keeping for whatever time frame he deems fit compensation for this debt.” Pausing on the threshold, he cautioned without turning. “Oh, and when you meet him, try not to stare. He won’t appreciate it.”

  * * * *

  Devon Collins stared at the fidgeting creature before him. Her black eyes scoured his face, dissecting each scar with the hot caresses. He hated when people stared at him. “I see you don’t take instructions well.” He tossed a glance at the tall man beside her. The arrogant fool simply shrugged as though it was not his problem.

  But the solution he offered certainly held merit. “A blindfold perhaps.”

  Devon inclined his head. His cock stirred at the idea of covering those hot, passionate eyes with a heavy sheet of velvet. Even before he could fully appreciate the image that formed in his mind, her thick lashes dropped, concealing her intriguing eyes.

  When he’d met with the brother, Vice Kenna, he’d hoped the word “twin” lived up to his expectations. It had. Just as Vice was all male, Sin was all soft femininity. The black hair and striking eyes were amazing in their similarity, but Sin Kenna was curvaceous and wonderfully rounded in all the right places. Her hips flared out, inviting the grips of a man as he thrust into her. Her clothes were baggy, but his trained eyes took her measure accurately. God, a man could suck on those bountiful breasts all night.