Original Sins by Faith Summers

15

Georgiou

Ipull out my cock, and the mixture of blood and cum I expected gushes from her pussy flowing onto the sheets.

Evie’s face flushes crimson when she sees it.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she apologizes quickly.

“Poor thing,” I chuckle. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. That, again, though, is part of the experience I crave.”

She didn’t know that was going to happen or that I get off on seeing that blend of virginal blood mixed with the essence of me.

It means she’s mine.

That’s what happens when we have a virgin, and it almost breaks down the fantasy of sharing because we can’t share that experience.

Even if Evie becomes ours and belongs to Henry and me for the month, that part of her will always belong to me. It does something to a man to see that mixture and at the same time watch the woman he claimed looking at him like she belongs to him.

“Nothing to apologize for,” I assure her, but she still looks embarrassed. “That’s supposed to happen.”

I lean forward and kiss her while Henry kisses her cheek.

That’s all he gets for the moment. Like I did last night, he allowed me to have this while he watched.

I get to watch him later.

“My turn later, Duchess,” he mutters into her ear, and she looks at him with the same desire she showed me.

This is the part where I should feel jealous as fuck, but I don’t. If anybody should feel that it’s me, definitely when she leans forward to kiss him.

He stops her and places a finger over her lips.

“Not my turn yet, Duchess.” Henry shakes his head. “Not even for a kiss. Give your kiss to Georgiou. It’s still his moment.”

The fucking goddess turns back to me, and that look of belonging comes back into her eyes. As she takes me in, though, the emotion deepens, and it’s like she’s looking at me like she owns me too.

And that’s why I don’t feel jealous.

I’ve never allowed anyone to own me. This woman tempts me.

And this is day one of us together.

She shuffles forward, and when she kisses me, that hunger to taste her ravages through me all over again.

“What do I do now?” she whispers over my lips.

“Soak in the bath. You’ll be sore for a while. Dinner will be ready in two hours. Okay?”

“Okay.”

When she slides off the bed, we both watch her perfect body. I can’t get over how perfect she is.

My eyes glue to her ass as she walks away, and I wish I could take her there. Henry will have the pleasure of doing so. That’s how we arrange it. If I take our girl’s virginity, he gets to take her ass. It’s fair. After we claim both virgin passages, then we take turns to fuck however we want.

That is yet to come.

Evie glances back at us before she goes into the bathroom and gives us a shy smile.

I wonder what she feels. I’m always left wondering how a woman feels when they’ve given themselves to us in such a way.

She was fucking magic, and I meant what I said about being addicted to her.

“Jesus,” Henry mutters. “She was fucking amazing.”

“I know.”

She was so in tune with us I would never have believed this was her first time with two guys. She paid us the attention we wanted equally, and it came freakishly natural to her. The same way it does with us.

Henry slides off the bed and starts putting his clothes back on. I do the same and gather the sheets.

“Were you jealous?” Henry asks.

I shake my head. “Not one bit.”

He chuckles. “Good, me neither. That’s still supposed to be weird, right?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

It’s like we defy some element of human behavior by not showing that possessive element. But I know it’s because it’s him. If another man touched my girl, I’d kill him.

I don’t think I could share with another man, and it’s not the same when I have a threesome with two women. I’ve done both before and slept with multiple women more times than I can count, and it’s never the same as when Henry and I team up.

Maybe it’s because he was the first person I did this with. We were sixteen fucking years old, and the two of us took on the pastor’s virgin daughter who came to tutor us. That’s how we started this crazy thing we share.

“Maybe we should stop asking that question.” He smirks.

When he gazes toward the bathroom door, a shadow of worry crosses over his face.

I hear the water going in the bath and imagine our Duchess inside. He doesn’t appear to be doing that, though.

“Come on, let's go start dinner.” He says, and we leave the room.

When he looks back again, I know he’s worried about something, and I think it might be the same thing I was worried about.

“What?” I ask.

“Montrose. Do you think that’s her real surname?” he asks in a low voice.

“No, I don’t. But we can’t go there, Henry.” I shake my head. I already broke that rule earlier when I asked her if she knew who I was. Of course, I knew that, but my non-question had a double-edged purpose.

In doing what I said to her, it was because I didn’t want her to be afraid of me, and I wanted her desire. But I was also trying to dig deeper than allowed.

“Aren’t you curious?”

I grin at him. “Of course I am.” In my world, when someone stumbles over their name, that’s a dead giveaway they’re hiding something, and they aren’t who they appear to be.

However, I have to remember where we got her and why she’s here.

No matter how well we bond and what we feel, she’s here for fucking, and at the end of the contract, she’ll get paid.

She’s young, and in the real world, if someone found out about what we’re doing, it could damage a person. They’d make her look like a whore, and that’s something that could follow her for the rest of her life with all the connotations.

If she needed to change her name to protect who she is, it’s understandable.

“We need to drop it, Henry, and just enjoy the fun. We had fun, didn’t we?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Then it’s enough.” I’m a hypocrite because I know I won’t drop it.

I’m a Giordano. It’s not in my nature to drop anything when I have any form of suspicion. Definitely not when I meet a doll who’s left an impression on me and looks like she needs to be saved. She still had that look in her eyes. It was there earlier when she first arrived.

All I can do, though, is play things by ear.

There’s a reason we’re not supposed to get involved with the desperate who choose to sell their souls.

That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.

Fun is something I can definitely do.

* * *

I made a chicken and vegetable casserole my mom taught me to make before I left for college.

It’s one of those dishes that requires no effort but tastes like you’ve been slaving away in the kitchen all day to make the perfect meal.

It never fails me when I want to make an impression. Henry and I have a personal chef who makes most of our food, but we cook for ourselves on weekends. Saturday is my day. His is Sundays, but I’m away the first Sunday of every month for dinner with my family. That sometimes changes depending on my father and what he gets up to.

He always uses the excuse of work and business trips, but we all know he cheats.

My mother knows it too, and I wish she would leave his ass but would never do that. My father fucking cheats every second he gets, and that includes with the maids in the house and his staff at work.

The sad thing is cheating is a common thing among most of the men in our family. My cousins don’t seem to do it, though. Like me, they seem like perpetual bachelors.

I’m probably lying to myself again if I think I’m a perpetual bachelor. The truth is I look like one, but at heart, I’m something else. I just don’t know what it is or what I’m looking for.

Henry makes the salad and sets the table while I get ready to serve the dinner.

When Evie wanders into the dining room in a little summer dress similar to what she wore here, we both stop what we’re doing and stare at her. We both gawk like a pair of teenage boys who’ve never seen a woman in their lives.

Her skin is glowing, and her hair is damp from the shower. The reason we look is she looking fucking sexy. If Henry had already had his turn, I would have her again. And again.

She blushes and tucks an invisible strand of hair behind her ear.

“That smells amazing,” she says, bringing her hands together.

Her nervousness is sexy, too, as well as her complete obliviousness to how fucking sexy she is. It’s one of the most attractive things about her. Sometimes it’s a good thing when people don’t know.

That means you get to tell them.

“Georgiou cooked,” Henry says, waving his hand over the feast on the table.

“It looks amazing.” She looks at me with those big brown eyes, and I can’t help but hold her gaze.

“It’s a chicken casserole.”

“I can’t wait to eat it.”

I can’t wait to eat her again.

I want to tell her that, but she’s nervous enough as it is.

I pull out the chair next to me for her to sit. It seems like I’m stealing the show, but there’s going to be a reason for that, which will be revealed after dinner.

She’s dessert, except instead of eating her, I’m choosing to watch her in ecstasy when Henry fucks her on the table.

She sits and smiles at me. “Thank you.”

“Nice dress.”

“Oh, thanks. I made it myself.”

“Wow,” Henry remarks, looking her over.

“That’s what I do. I want to go to Fashion school and start my own line one day.”

Henry and I exchange glances.

I know what he’s thinking. That must be why she needs the money.

It makes sense. In that kind of auction, a woman could get enough money to set her up for life. I hope the money will be enough for what she needs.

She’s sweet and vibrant with that thirst for life most of us have lost somewhere along the line and fell into the mundane clutches of reality.

“I think you’d be amazing,” I tell her.

“Thank you.” She blushes again and looks away.

I know that’s because we just had sex.

I catch her face and guide her back to me.

“Feel different, Duchess?”

“Yes.”

“How do you feel?”

“Like something changed forever.” Her eyes take me in with that emotion again, and I know this is one of those instances where I need to watch myself.

It would be easy to feel for this girl.

“Because it has. Is that good or bad, Bellezza?” Bellezza means beautiful in Italian. I call her that because she’s is, and it’s personal to me.

“It’s good.”

“Come here.” I kiss her and enjoy the sweet taste of that innocence still lurking on her lips.

When we pull apart, she gives me a little smile and glances at Henry, who’s watching us.

I can tell he’s still fascinated with how I took her. He’s as much a voyeur as I am, maybe worse.

He starts talking about his run, and we join in when he mentions the park. Evie likes running too.

We eat, and we talk, and suddenly the conversation turns to traveling. Since Henry and I are well-traveled, we were able to regale the Duchess with our tales.

When my phone buzzes in my back pocket, I barely noticed and wouldn’t check it if I didn’t know that it could only be Christian.

Nobody bothers me on weekends. He messaged earlier when he got things set up with Peter, and I told him to contact me again if he found anything I needed to know.

I pull out my phone and see I’m right. The message is from him.

I quickly read it:

Peter just met with Xiou Wong from the Triad. That can’t be good, and I doubt Donny has dealings with them. I’ve got my bots in place to keep tracking his movements.

My nerves spiked, and I wonder what dear old Peter is up to indeed if he’s meeting with the fucking Triad.

I type back:

Thanks, keep watching his ass.

Thank fuck for Christian. I wonder what we’ll find.

Peter is one stupid motherfucker to cross a man like Donny. He’s even more foolish to mess up a good thing most would kill for.

He’s definitely up to shit if he’s talking to Xiou Wong. Shit that Donny isn’t going to like.

This means I’ll need to check Peter’s movements in the bank too. If he’s dabbled with the money from the resort, chances are he’s got his fingers in the bank’s money too.

Donny is not going to like this, and I’m going to hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’d rather Peter than me.

He’s not going to mess with shit on my watch and drag me or my family’s company down. If I mess up in any way, that’s exactly what it will be.

The last time Donny went ape shit was after his son was killed. It was understandable.

He’s the biggest investor at Giordanos Inc, so we try to keep him happy.

Because I’ve taken over his accounting at the bank, it means I can’t fuck up on my end and miss something I should have spotted.

That’s not something I’m going to worry about now.

Henry just gave me a look to signal that it's time, and because I know my bastard friend, he’s going to want Evie to himself because I got to take her virginity.

It will be hours before I get to play with her again.

That’s fine, though. I’ll make up for it and have her to myself too.

“My turn now, Duchess,” Henry announces, catching Evie off guard. It’s almost funny. She was talking about ice cream, and that was his answer. “I think your pussy has had a long enough break. Are you still sore?”

The elegant flush down her neck is pretty against her porcelain skin.

“No, I’m okay.”

He stands and flashes me a smile as he makes his way over to us.

“So you’re ready for me?”

“I am,” she replies, although she looks nervous as fuck.

A little gasp falls from her lips when Henry picks her up and sets her on the table.

She glances at me, still looking off guard, and I smile back at her.

“This is where it gets interesting, Duchess. We don’t just like the bedroom,” I inform her.

I move the plates and cutlery to give them space and give me a good view.

“And we fuck whenever we want,” Henry adds, although we planned this. “That okay with you?”

“Yes,” she answers.

So pretty and so submissive. She does everything we want. I like that, and I’m calling dibs on when we tie her up. I want my fill of her first.

They kiss hard, and my dick hardens as I watch her nipples pebble in that dress.

Henry positions her so he can roll the dress up her thighs and pull it over her head.

She doesn’t have a bra on, but she wore panties. Good girl.

I could join in this first part, but I already decided I’d purely be watching.

I palm my dick when Henry starts sucking her breasts, and as he trails his way down to her pussy to eat her out, I savor the look on her face.

She rests back on her hands and arches her back. Her beautiful hair, now dry and wavy, looks even sexier.

She glances at me. When she reaches for my hand, I can’t help but reach back and think of how perfect she is.

She lets go of my hand, though, as she comes and returns her focus to Henry.

He takes off his clothes, fists his cock, and parts her legs.

As he plunges into her, I smile inwardly. We’ve both broken her in now.

Now that he’s having his turn, it means there are no limits.

We each get to do whatever we want with her, either together or separately.

This is where the real fun begins, and it looks like our Duchess is ready to play whatever games we have up our sleeves.

Good girl.