Original Sins by Faith Summers

20

Georgiou

“Hi.” Evie smiles brightly at me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” I apologize.

“No, it’s me. I’m just jumpy today.”

And now that she’s looking at me, I can see something else is wrong. There’s a dull look in her eye.

I walk up to her and see I’m right.

I touch her cheek, and even though she smiles, it doesn’t meet her eyes.

“I’m breaking the rules again,” I inform her.

“In what way?”

“I’m going to ask you what’s wrong. You don’t look yourself.”

“I’m fine. I just…had a headache earlier.”

It’s a lie. I hate lies, but in this instance, I can’t prod. We’re built on a fantasy where nothing is supposed to be real. So what do I expect?

She touches my chest and tugs on my shirt, so I'll meet her halfway for a kiss.

I do, and when she kisses me, it’s hard to believe that’s not real when it feels like it is.

We continue kissing, and I pick her up to set her on the desk, setting the fantasy I had in motion.

“What if someone needs you?” she mutters against my lips.

“Then they’ll have to wait. I want to fuck you right now. Unless you have any complaints, that’s what I’m doing.”

“No, fuck me,” she breathes, and it sounds like she needs me as much as I need her.

I give her a ruthless smile and take off her skirt and panties.

I need to be inside her now, so I’ll wait to take the top off.

She backs off my jacket and helps me take off my shirt. Her greedy hands go to my belt, and suddenly the little mix is pushing my pants down for me.

I catch her greedy little hands, greedy for my cock, and hold her so I can take back control.

She’s never been like this before. Not with me anyway. I wouldn’t expect her to be dominant with me because there’s a part of her that knows to be wary.

It comes into her eyes along with that spark of desperation I always notice when I’m with her.

I know she likes me. I like her too, more than I should because her actions aren’t synonymous with a woman who just wants my money. She’s acting like a woman who wants me.

I lean close to her ear and decide to calm her. “You can have me later. This is my fantasy of you.”

“Georgiou Giordano fantasizes about me?”

Even her voice sounds different. She’s not as submissive, and it feels like she’s showing me glimpses of the real her.

“He does. Now let me fuck you, Bellezza.”

She turns into my cheek, brushing hers against mine and our lips meet again.

This time for a cruel ravishing kiss. The kind that breaks down the barriers a man like me puts in place to keep people out.

Our tongues tease and tangle, and I part her legs to cup her sex and push my fingers into her tight cunt.

She moans into my mouth as I start to finger fuck her, and as her juices start flowing, the need to taste it makes my mouth water.

When I move away, I crouch down and lick over her pretty pink pussy.

“Open up for me, Bellezza.”

She resumes obedience and positions herself on the desk so she can prop her legs up and hold on to her knees to show me her pussy.

It’s fucking perfect.

I bury my face between her thighs, and fuck damn, does she taste good.

The sweet honey of her nectar coats my tongue and awakens my taste buds, hooking me for fucking ever.

I lick over her swollen clit and enjoy the sounds that fall from her lips. It’s the raw sound of feminine pleasure mixed with a forbidden desire we shouldn’t be having.

I, for one, should fucking know better. She’s barely legal. Fucking eighteen years old, and I’m thirty and dangerous as fuck.

But look at me taking and taking and taking. And still, I want more.

She comes, throwing her head back, and her body shudders with pleasure. It makes her lose control over her legs, and she arches her back as her pussy juices flow into my mouth.

Holy shit, the taste of her is driving me fucking mad. My dick is so hard I might embarrass myself just from that taste.

I push to my feet, and I don’t allow her to catch her breath. I shove my pants down, grab my dick, and slam into her wet pussy so hard she cries out from the impact.

People would have heard that, but I don’t fucking care.

I love the sound of her pleasure, and when she’s with me, she can scream all she wants. I want people to know she’s with me.

As I pound into her, she holds on to me and holds my gaze. Those eyes bore into me, and I see past the beauty into the real her. This view is even more intoxicating.

I am never going to get enough of this girl.

I am never going to stop wanting more.

I am never going to forget her.

Nothing scares me, but that thought just did because I’m supposed to forget her in less than three weeks.

Ten days of her, and this is what she did to me.

Fuck.

I pump harder, and her whole body jolts with every thrust.

“I’m coming again, Georgiou,” she moans.

“Come then, baby, come for me.”

She does, arching her back again as she moans her wild pleasure.

Her walls clamp my dick tight, and my balls tighten like I’m going to blow, but I control myself.

I’m not done with this fantasy yet. Not by a long shot.

I allow her to come, then I pull out and set her on the ground so I can bend her over the desk.

She has the perfect bubble ass. I’m never going to get enough of looking at it.

Her hair falls forward over her face when I grab her hips and slam into her from behind.

I wish I could take the tight rosette of her ass, but she had enough of us doing that last night. She still needs to get used to fucking this way first, and I know she’s sore. She just wouldn’t tell me that.

It’s enough that Henry and I are both fucking her—together and separately. If I’m being honest, though, I think I’ve had her more than Henry has—not that I’m counting. I’m just balls deep inside her every chance I get.

Her body rocks with every hard stroke I deliver, and the good girl she is takes everything I give her.

I fuck her so hard even I see stars, and when I come, I don’t care who’s listening either. I growl like a savage claiming his woman and blow into her.

We stay like that for a few moments after, and when she slumps forward, I slip an arm around her waist.

I forgot to take her top off. In that fantasy, I was supposed to feel up her naked tits.

I run my fingers over them now and turn her around to face me when I pull out.

I kiss her briefly, and she smiles against my lips.

“Bad girl, you like me too much,” I husk.

“I do. I forget everything when I’m with you. The two of you. It feels strange to say that, and I’m not always sure if I should say anything.”

I cup her face. “You don’t need to be unsure.”

“But I feel this way about the two of you. Isn’t that weird?”

“No. There’s nothing wrong with liking us both, Evangeline.”

She presses her lips together, and that wary look comes back into her eyes.

She reaches up to touch my face. When the sleeve of her top rolls down her arm, exposing her wrist, I see a dark bruise I couldn’t possibly ignore.

I grab her hand, and she instantly recoils, but I bring her closer.

“What happened to you here?” I demand.

Someone hurt her. The fucking bruise is going right around her wrist and looks worse because she’s so fair-skinned.

That’s the kind of bruise you get when someone grabs you hard enough to hurt. The only other marks like that happen if someone ties you up with a rope or chains. I do enough tying up to know.

“Oh, um…,” she stutters, looking at her wrist too. “I was carrying a bag around my wrist, and it was too heavy.”

She swallows and flicks her gaze between me and the bruise.

She just lied to me again, and she knows I can see she’s lying.

I’m not sure what to do here. So I do what I do best and break the rules.

“Are you safe, Evie?” I ask, and she continues to gaze at me.

The hesitation in answering is what piques my attention.

“Yes. I’m safe.”

“Contract and auction aside, if you need me to save you, I’m doing it.”

Her breath hitches, and a tear tracks down her cheek. It’s a dead giveaway that I was fucking right. But she shakes her head.

“I’m okay. You’re already saving me.”

The money—it’s not for school. It’s for something I shouldn’t pry into.

My mind races over what it could be, and I wonder if it’s something about where she’s living. She said it was temporary.

Is someone there hurting her?

Nobody with half a brain would dare touch my girl. But that’s just the thing, nobody knows she’s mine, and it’s just me who’s thinking that.

“Would you say yes to staying over until next week?” That’s me thinking on my feet.

I feel some relief when she smiles and seems excited at the idea. “Next week, I’d love that. But won’t I cut into your time?”

“No. Stay until Wednesday, and then you can have a break from us for a day or so.”

“I don’t need a break,” she says quickly.

“No?”

“No. I just… have a lunch thing next Wednesday then I can be all yours again. If you want me to be.”

All mine.

Mine and Henry’s,I correct myself.

“Yes. Let’s get dressed and go home.”

We kiss again, and when she reaches for her clothes, I look at that bruise.

Someone definitely did that to her, and I’m not the kind of man who wouldn’t want to find out who.

* * *

I take her home, and we fall into bed, picking up where we left off at my office. Henry got home early and joined us.

From a few days ago, I noticed that I couldn’t just watch anymore. I still like watching, but I want to be inside her.

The night wears on, but we don’t stop fucking her.

The three of us are into this state of selfish desire where we can’t stop touching each other.

I’m aware I need to talk to Henry about her, but I can’t break the spell, and I tell myself we have her here with us, so she’s safe.

We hardly take any breaks. The woman arouses us both so much we’re both ready to go again in next to no time, and she has no shortage of energy to take us.

Morning comes, and we’re still the same.

The headboard of the bed crashes against the wall as she rides my cock and her breasts bounce in my face. Henry sucks on them as she goes up and down on my dick.

I rest one arm behind me like I’m some kind of king and set the other on her ass to guide her hips, and she moves over me.

“You are fucking magic,” I tell her, and she smiles.

“Maybe you guys taught me to be this way.”

“No, we didn’t,” I groan, pumping into her. “That’s you, Bellezza.”

“My turn now,” Henry chides. “You’re hogging her again.”

“Don’t you have work to go to?” I reply selfishly, and we all laugh.

“Fuck you. I’m not going. This is way too good.”

He’s right. It is good. I can’t remember the last time we had this much fun with a girl.

Or if we ever did.

“I’m not going to work either,” I say.

“Great, then we’ll have our Duchess for the rest of the day.”

Evie and Henry kiss hard while she fucks me even harder.

When they stop kissing, she leans forward and kisses me too.

“Georgiou, you're hogging the girl again,” Henry teases when Evie and I start licking each other’s tongues.

“It’s my fault,” she admits.

“No, it’s mine,” I say. I have been hogging her, so I won’t complain. “Let’s swap out.”

She gets off me, and Henry positions her on her hands and knees.

When he gets behind her and plunges into her pussy, I go in front of her so she can suck my cock.

We have her at both ends, and our girl takes us without complaint. She even massages my balls as she gives me head.

Fuck.

I don’t think we’re going to leave the room today at all.

* * *

We don’t.

We stay, and food gets sent up to us like we’re in a hotel.

It’s in the early hours of the morning the next day that we stop.

I think that might be because she’s exhausted and can no longer keep up.

I’m fucking tired, too, and I’m amazed my dick hasn’t fallen off.

Evie passes out in my arms, but she’s holding Henry’s hand.

Henry and I look at each other, and we both savor the sentiment we see and feel.

He glances at her wrist with the bruises and then looks back at me.

I cock my head toward the door so that we can talk outside.

As much as I don’t want to break this enchantment we’re under, I need to talk to him.

We get dressed and leave her to sleep. Once we’re downstairs, we head into the kitchen, and Henry puts the coffee machine on.

“What happened to her wrist?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

“She said she was carrying a heavy bag.” I prop myself down on the stool.

Henry presses his lips together in a thin line of displeasure. “You believe that?”

“No.” I quickly tell him about my little talk with Evie. My brief but effective conversation that’s compelling me to do something.

“A bag definitely didn’t do that to her wrist.”

“No, I think someone grabbed her,” I surmise. Since I don’t think anyone else is tying our girl up, I’m assuming some bastard put his hand on her. “I should check her out, Henry.”

That would be breaking every rule of the auction, and if Evie found out and reported me—not that I think she would—we’d never be allowed back anywhere like that.

Those who love keeping things taboo have a certain code they live by to keep things the way they are.

“No.” Henry shakes his head and pours us each a cup of coffee. “It wouldn’t feel right. I know you can. I can do it if I wanted too. It’s not like we don’t know where she’s staying, but I feel like it would breach something special between us, and she wouldn’t trust us.”

“Right. I get it.” I sigh. “I disagree, but I get it.”

“If she’s with us, she’s okay, so how about we make sure she’s just with us a lot.” He smirks.

“Yeah, that works. What about after?”

We both stare at each other, and the humor recedes from his face.

“Maybe whatever, or whoever did that to her, will be out of the picture by the end of this, and we won’t have to worry about her safety then.” I already know it’s going to be difficult to say goodbye to her, and I’ll want to know she got what she wanted.

“Yeah, maybe. Maybe she’ll trust us enough to tell us by the end,” Henry surmises. “Or not. Whichever, we shouldn’t pry. I don’t want to ruin what we have going.”

“No, you’re right.” I agree with that.

“I’ll take the next two days off work so we can hang out.”

“I’m taking today.” I actually don’t, but I’m taking it off anyway. I need a break from my father. My unscheduled break yesterday will piss him off, but he’s not going to approach me with shit like that.

“Right, then we’ll spend this time with her, and when we’re at work, she can hang out here. We’ll know she’s safe, and we’ll have more fun when we’re together.”

I nod, agreeing.

“We both care about her,” he notes.

“I noticed.”

“Is that okay?”

“It feels okay.”

“But that’s never happened before, Georgiou.”

“It hasn’t.” I rest my elbows on the countertop.

“Have you ever thought that maybe we’re just supposed to be like this?”

“I don’t know.”

“What if we met someone who we both fell for, and we shared her the way we share Evie? You’re telling me you wouldn’t do this permanently?”

That’s not something I have to take any time to think about. “I would do it. Wouldn’t you?.”

“Yes. I think it would be weird to explain to people, but since when do we care what people think? I think we could make it work.”

“I think so too.”

If we both agree to something like that and we’re talking about it, clearly we’re doing so because of Evie.

Being a threesome for life is a big decision, and I think we’ve probably just found the one woman who would be perfect for us both.

So, how do we let her go when the time comes?