Seven Deadly Sinners Read Online Dark Angel

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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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I check the labels and they're all in my size, some maybe a little too tight, and I’m thinking that’s on purpose. It’s crazy that they already managed to stock all this in here for me, but I’m not gonna lie, this closet makes me happy. At least I won't be without the comforts of home.

I glide my fingers along the impeccably placed outfits and imagine the looks on my captors’ faces when they see me in some of these. My thoughts turn dirty at the idea of being the only woman in a house full of filthy, sexy men. I can’t explain it, but the sheer power and strength radiating from them all has my mind going places it never has before.

The stakes are high in this game I’m suddenly a part of, and I'm willing to gamble. If I can get them to want me, then maybe I stand a chance of surviving this. It’s not like it would be too hard.

Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t have needs too. And being here—kept as these men’s prisoner—is showing me that some of my needs are darker than I ever realized.

Justin was hard for me. I wonder what it would be like to have a taste of his cock. I've never done anything like that before, but suddenly it's practically all I can think about.

I saw the way all seven of them reacted to me. I’d have to be blind not to. I’m pretty sure they want me too.

What would it be like to have such rough, deadly men ravage my body? I lick my lips at this fantasy.

That's probably all it will ever be, a fantasy. They’re my prison guards, not my boyfriends. But now that my mind is going to those naughty places, I can’t seem to stop.

I slip out of my gauzy dress and go back into the main bedroom. Sitting on the soft duvet, I try to quiet my mind and contemplate my new surroundings.

I'd give anything not to be alone right now, to even be with one of my captors as long as it would take my mind off all that's happened.

My stepmother...dead.

My father...more depraved and unloving than I even realized.

And me...held for ransom which I'm not sure my father even cares to deliver. I’m just alone.

Surrounded by luxury? Yes. But ultimately, I’m alone here and alone in this world. And perhaps not even that for much longer.

What if they kill me? I mean, they're certainly putting in the effort to make me comfortable. But who knows what's going on and if their boss will allow me to live.

My father could be on a plane to the Cayman Islands for all I know. And I’m here. Utterly abandoned.

I reflect on what I said to Samuel. I wasn't kidding, I'm glad to be taken away from that house. I was drowning there.

Even though I'm shocked that Mary’s gone, she was such a bitch and she stole my father away from my poor mother.

My mom…

She’s been wasting away ever since my father left her, and it's devastating. I haven't even had a chance to check in and make sure she’s making it because my father forbids me to ever visit her. To have any contact with her.

He said if I spent Christmas with my mom, he would not only disown me but I’d find my mother dead, too. What kind of monster says that?

This is why it’s easy for me to have no remorse for leaving him. I’m only just starting to see the scope of what he’s involved in. He gave me away to criminals, and what does it say about him that I'm already happier here than I was with him?

I smooth my hands over the nice pillows and sink down into them. It feels so good to rest my weary body in a soft place. I don't even care that I’m in captivity.

I’m just glad to be away from my evil father. I don't care how long I live, just that my last moments will at least be away from him.

And with attractive men. That dirty voice in my head keeps popping up, sending shivers through my body.

How sad that I could die a virgin. Had I known it would turn out this way, maybe I would’ve played my cards differently. But I've never met a man so irresistible that I couldn’t think about anything but sleeping with him.

Before today, that is.

I know I shouldn't, but I’m thinking about my captors again, now in all kinds of filthy ways. There's so much testosterone raging through them, and just imagining them makes me wet. I’m suddenly desperate for some kind of relief. I spread my legs and slide my fingers along my clit, rubbing and teasing myself.

I think about Samuel, Ares, Justin—all of them—so hot in their individual ways. And the idea that I am cooped up here with them, that they control my every move and there's no way out, well, that has me so wet I know I'm making a giant, sticky mess on the bed.


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