Free Sin's Submission [Demon Twins 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More] by Vin Stephens Page A

wasn’t walking away like those people who had abandoned him in his most dire time of need. “Kyle, I believe Devon is about to learn that I am no simple sub. Now are you with me or not?”
    Kyle laughed heartily. “Do you even have to ask?”
     
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    Sin entered the lion’s den. Even with Kyle clutching her hand, she was still apprehensive. She caught Timber’s surprised glance and wished she’d asked for his support before facing her Devon.
    Devon lurched in his chair so fast, the drink in his hand spilled over. “What is she still doing here?” He looked at Sin and Kyle’s joined hands pointedly. “Or have you come to say your good-byes, Kyle? Good fucking luck to you both.”
    Kyle stiffened beside Sin, but his voice was unwavering. “Nobody’s leaving.” He placed the envelope of money on a desk nearby. “I signed a contract, remember. Sin still owes me a night.”
    “So go find a fucking motel.”
    “Shall I quote the contract?”
    Devon rose slowly. Sin saw clearly that his calm speed was absolutely no indication of his mood. The air practically vibrated from the waves of rage beating off him. “Fuck you, Kyle. She is my slave, and I’ve had enough of her.”
    In the straightforward way Timber always spoke, he interjected, “I haven’t had enough. I also want my night.”
    Sin sighed in relief at Timber’s support. Silently, she conveyed her gratitude with a slight smile. Devon, however, was not the least bit impressed. “Well, screw you, too, Timber.” His eyes narrowed dangerously. “My word is final. She leaves.”
    Sin stepped forward. Her insides trembled, but she was not willing to show him her fear. “Actually, had you drawn up papers regarding a damn mutt, it would have suited you better. But I am a living, feeling person, and I refuse to be thrown aside simply because you haven’t the balls to finish what you started.”
    Devon froze. “A damn dog sounds fucking more appealing.”
    “How about a kitty?” Sin taunted him by licking her lips as her lashes lowered seductively. “It is immensely more pleasurable.”
    A single eyebrow raised as Devon smirked. “Perhaps if it didn’t talk.”
    “I don’t have to.” Sin smiled serenely as she sent her message mentally. “I can smell the scent of your pre-cum. Is your cock hard and ready, or would you like me to suck on it, Master?”
    The tick on Devon’s jaw grew agitated. The look he gave her was purely vulpine. “Have you told your ardent supporters that you’re a witch?”
    She matched his sly gaze even though it stung to high heaven having that name brandished about. “Why would you say that?”
    “Oh come now, Sin.” Devon walked up to her and towered over her menacingly. “Tell them how you can read and speak into minds.”
    Sin swallowed hard. It was hard to concentrate with Devon invading her space. “If I could do that, then I wouldn’t have had to ask so many questions, would I?” She sighed heavily. “But I don’t like lying, even though I know I can get away with it, so I will be honest. My mother was a Scottish seer. She performed an ominous mating ritual to call on the spirit of a demon lover to impregnate her with his seed. My father was the dark prince of ecstasy and lust.” She stepped forward and ran her nails down Devon’s muscled abs. “I possess no magic. Devon, you are only one I’ve been able to communicate with in such a manner. Even my twin, Vice’s, internal thoughts evade me. My devil father gifted me just two things, his dark visage and his ravenous hunger for the flesh.” Acceptance and fierce pride of her heritage coursed through her. She was finally free. “Now which of you hot-blooded mortals will feed my demonic lust first?” Thick silence greeted her challenge. There, I’ve opened myself to ridicule and slander. Now it was up to them to accept or destroy her.
     
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    Devon stared at Sin in shock. There was such a fierce light of determination burning in her