A Taste of Sin

Taste of Sin TONYA BURROWS Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter One On a good night, Perversion was a teaming cesspool of depravity. And tonight was not a good night. The one and only Lust was in the house and the moment he walked in, the club erupted in an orgy, its eager patrons unable to withstand the pull of his curse. From his seat on one of the u-shaped black leather couches along the back wall, Lux could see ten— nope, make that eleven couples in various stages of copulation. Not the least of which were five of his six brothers, who had fended off the first swarm of people as they hustled him to the corner seating arrangement, and now entertained themselves with the rest of the lust-drunk crowd. On the couch to Lux’s right, Xanthus, a.k.a. Gluttony, ever willing to live up to his curse and indulge himself to excess, cheerfully engaged in a foursome. Two half-dressed bartenders straddled his legs while the admittedly hot DJ did things with her tongue ring that— Okay, that was interesting. Lux turned away only to see Aviatus, Greed, bend a white-skinned, red-eyed Goth princess over the nearby bar. With those peepers and fangs, she was not human. Vampire, maybe. Definitely a Deadly Seven groupie out trolling for one of his brothers. Yeah, they had groupies. Creepy if you asked Lux, but both Avi and Xan seemed to get off on having a fan club. In fact, all of the club’s patrons tonight were probably groupies. He’d long ago asked his brothers to make sure the people succumbing to his pull actually wanted it to happen because he knew better than most what violation felt like. So on feeding nights, his brothers bought out a club, sent invitations to the supernatural underworld, and the groupies swarmed in hopes they’d get a taste of the one and only Lust with a capitol L. At least Avi had the decency to fan his leather duster out in a tent around him, and the vamp, ‘cuz Lux so didn’t want an eyeful of his brother’s white ass pumping away. He’d already seen enough sex, and the night was still young. Had heard enough, too. With the DJ busy showing Xanthus her tongue ring, the death metal music had stopped, leaving nothing to mask the moaning and the sounds of slick flesh sliding against flesh. Even if he could close his eyes and ears to it all, the smell of sex permeated the air, thick and musky in his nose. Why did he agree to this? All right, stupid question. Still, didn’t mean he had to enjoy it. He lifted his glass to his lips but thought better of it as his stomach rolled over. alcohol wasn’t what he needed. What he required came with human contact, and the idea of touching one of these women made his skin crawl. “You good, bro?” Lux met his youngest brother’s dark, all-too-knowing gaze across the table between them. If any of his other brothers had asked, he’d plaster on a smile, down his drink, and pretend everything was a-okay, but Leviathan had the charming habit of reading people’s auras. You couldn’t lie to the guy. “No, not really.” Lux set his drink on the black glass table. “I’m gonna get some air.” Leviathan frowned. The human woman with black and neon green hair on his lap didn’t notice that he’d stopped participating and continued to kiss his neck, his jaw, then nibbled on his earlobe. She shoved his shirt off his shoulders, popping the buttons. He let her but kept his eyes focused on Lux. “Hey, I know you hate this, but you need to—” “I know.” It came out harsher than intended, and Lux drew a steadying breath. “I know. Just— need some air first.” “I’ll go with you.” Leviathan tried to pluck the woman off himself, but she clung like a shadow, tunneling her fingers into his long, curly hair and yanking his lips to hers. Lux snorted. “Yeah, right.” He got to his feet and stepped over Revelin, who had somehow ended up on the floor with his woman du jour. Rev spared a worried glance, but at that point, even if he wanted to, he had less of a chance at getting away than Leviathan. “I won’t be long,” Lux promised both of his brothers. “It’s dangerous for— you to go— alone,” Leviathan said between the woman’s feverish kisses. Maybe. Probably. But, hell, he had to get out of here. He couldn’t breathe. He hitched his chin toward the back hallway, lit with a line of pulsing white neon tubes along the ceiling. “I’ll take the emergency exit into the alley. Nobody’s back there. Everyone in here’s too busy to come after me now.” “I don’t— like— this.” “Sure you do. You’re banging a Goth chick with green hair. What’s not to like?” “Not— what— I— meant.” Leviathan caught the woman’s shoulders and shoved her back. “Godsdammit, woman, give me a sec, would ya?” But of course, she didn’t. As long as Lux stood there, she wouldn’t. Wasn’t her fault; just his curse in action, making her act on her basest impulses, and the woman would feel hot and needy for hours after he left. Of course, that was probably what she wanted, given the ornate number seven tattooed on her hip. Another groupie. She licked her