“Remember, Raine. Samuel is giving you a precious gift tonight. Do not displease him, or me, in there.”
I nod, swallowing hard. I’ve been looking forward to this for three years. I can’t afford to do anything wrong, or I’ll be just like the other women in the community who didn’t hack it. I want to stand out. I want to be worshipped.
“And as much as your sisters and I tried to prepare your body for Samuel’s invasion, remember it is still going to hurt a lot. No crying out. You don’t want him to feel bad,” she continues.
All Samuel’s wives took turns over the last few weeks getting my body ready for him. It was such an honor to have them come to my room at night to pleasure me and give me advice in preparation for tonight.
“I won’t.”
“Let’s go.”
We make our way down a short corridor and stop in front of the heavy wooden doors leading to Samuel’s bed-chamber. Bianca fluffs out my hair and leans down to press a kiss on my lips. “Make me proud, Raine.”
She opens the door and the first thing I see is Samuel’s wives—my sisters by farm standards—writhing and touching and licking each other in one giant pile of bodies on the mattresses on the floor. The ache between my legs is almost instantaneous as I watch them. It isn’t anything new to see my sisters touching each other, but knowing they were there to share in my special day makes that ache even sweeter.
As soon as they notice me, my sisters stop pleasuring each other. They smile warmly at me and gesture to the bed where Samuel lays against the pillows. He is such a beautiful man. His curly dark hair falls around the pillow, his naked body hard and chiseled. I can’t help thinking he looks a lot like Michelangelo’s David.
Samuel raises up on his elbow and holds out a hand to me. “Come precious. I’ve been waiting for you.”
I’m so nervous, I can feel my heart thundering in my throat, but more than that, I am excited. Ecstatic to be one of his chosen. To be loved and chosen by Samuel is the highest honor. I didn’t want to fail him. I couldn’t fail him.
Bianca leads me around the bed, and Samuel takes my hand in his. I lift the skirt of my gown and crawl onto the bed, my fingers trembling in his. He kisses my shaking hand. “It’s okay, little lamb. You will do well.”
I nod, hoping he isn’t wrong.
Samuel makes me straddle him. He whispers to me that he wants to see how much I am pleasing him. It hurts way more than I expected, but I don’t make a peep. When he comes, my sisters cheer and celebrate, the smile on my face is so wide it hurts. Bianca wipes the blood off Samuel, and my sisters clean me up. Each taking a turn to wash me and tell me how well I’ve done. I am beyond elated.
Tonight, I get to sleep in Samuel’s bed with him. The greatest honor of all.
But the next day, it all ended.
I blink to clear the cobwebs and see the photos have fallen to the ground. Six photos including the photo of greed. All photos of me, all with words from the Seven Deadly Sins splayed in the middle. I bend to pick them up.
Pride: I’m sitting behind my drums looking hot in leather pants and a shimmering silver top. My eyeshadow painted with delicate wings.
Envy: A pic of my face at an award show when someone else won the award for Best New Rock Band.
Gluttony: Dale and I sharing a giant pizza just for laughs. We’ve both got our mouths shoved full of food and are grinning at each other.
Sloth: Me lazing around on my couch, binge-watching Riverdale the week before. It looks like it was taken with a long-distance lens from the apartment building across from me.
Wrath: This one might be the scariest of all. It was taken in my apartment a couple of nights ago and shows me trashing the place after receiving the previous pic. It shows Bianca can get in my apartment and also came with a warning about her wrath and to watch my back. I had to get the locks changed without telling Asher or Dale. I know I have to tell the guys, but I would do that after the show. I needed to get through the show first.
Luckily, Asher came straight home from rehearsal with me, and Dale was meeting me at the arena tomorrow, so there was no chance of them finding out and asking questions.
Asher’s arms circle my waist, and his naked body presses up against my bare back. I snap the book shut, my heart pounding at the thought of him seeing the photos. I turn my head to see if he did, but his face is buried in my neck, and his eyes are closed. “Nervous about the show tomorrow?” His voice, groggy from sleep, whispers against my neck before he kisses me on the shoulder.
“Yeah,” I lie.
“Madison Square Garden, baby. You did it!”
I don’t want to think about tomorrow or any other day in the future. I spin around and run my hands through Asher’s tousled black hair, then push him down till he’s on his knees. Something flashes so briefly in his eyes that I can’t make it out, but then he looks up at me through his long lashes and smirks. His Adam’s apple bobs from underneath the decorative tattoos, and his hands go to my hips moments before he sucks on my clit.
I dig my nails into his scalp and throw my head back, moaning his name as he eats me out. I get lost in the sensations as he sucks and licks me till my body tenses with the build. This is what I need. Exactly what I need. There’s something about standing while Asher goes down
