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Unhallowed Redemption (MFM)

Midnight, New Orleans Style 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 47,322
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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage Romance, M/F/M, capture, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever.

When Faina Andropov visits New Orleans with four college friends, it’s to honor the death of their friend, Lisette. The five have never resolved the guilt they feel over Lisette’s death, and decide to make a wish at Marie Laveau’s tomb on Halloween.

Faina and her friends become separated, and she is kidnapped by demon brothers Alexei and Konstantin Veselov and held prisoner in their mansion. As she becomes their lover, she learns that Alexei and Konstantin are bound by a contract with the devil, and she is both their key to freedom, and the love they must sacrifice to become human again.

With the help of a fallen angel, the brothers find a way out of the contract. But before they can execute it, Faina is attacked by their enemies. Can they rescue her in time, or will they be forced to make the ultimate choice?

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Tara Rose is a Siren-exclusive author.

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Great series but by far this is my favorite book in the series. What could happen on a trip to New Orleans? Become separated from your friends in a cemetery, get kidnapped by demons. What more coul...

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STORY EXCERPT

 

She advanced toward Faina while the men stood, arms crossed in identical gestures. Both stared at her half-naked body as if they’d never seen a woman before. Faina wished she could stop gawking at them, but the compulsion was too strong. She’d never seen two more beautiful men in her entire life. Even as the memories from last night came back to her in living color, she didn’t want to look away from their penetrating, lustful gazes.

“Look at her. She’s terrified. And give her something to wear, for the love of all that’s holy.” The woman snatched the comforter off the bed and wrapped it around Faina’s shoulders, but all Faina did was watch the men.

“All that’s holy? Good one, Magda.” His voice was familiar, and now she remembered why. He was the one who had carried her toward the gate. He was tall, with muscles his jeans and button-down shirt couldn’t hide, and she fought the urge to cross the room and run her fingers through his hair. She’d always loved dark brown hair. He wore it to his shoulders, quite unlike most styles today. Combined with his golden eyes, it gave him a carefree look, with just a touch of the bad boy.

What the fuck was wrong with her? Snap out of it!

“Konstantin Veselov, I will leave this house and you two can find another to look after you if you don’t give this poor creature some proper clothes and food.”

Faina grasped the comforter and pulled it closer, then sat on the bed. She was hungry. And very thirsty. The smell in the room had dissipated, but now a headache threatened.

The woman patted her arm. “It will be okay. You just sit here. I’ll bring you food and drink since these two seem unable to find their way around their own house this morning.” She glared at the men. “And they will stay with you and explain why you’re here.”

Magda left the room, and Faina stared at the two, waiting. The one who hadn’t spoken moved toward her first, hand extended. “Forgive our appalling manners. I’m Alexei Veselov, and this is my brother, Konstantin.”

Faina didn’t shake his hand. Instead she stared into his green eyes and tried to make sense of all this. His hair was a shade or two darker than his brother’s, but cut in the same style. Both men had old souls. She could sense it, along with something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Something dark but not evil, disturbing but not frightening.

“You can touch me. I won’t bite.”

His grin did nothing to dispel her uneasiness, but it did make her clit begin to throb. She glanced away from his gaze. This wasn’t the time to let her emotions get the better of her. “Where am I? Why did you bring me here? Where’s my phone? I have to call my friends. They must be worried sick by now.”

“They’re not.” Konstantin sat next to her. She could feel the heat from his body, and fought an urge to move closer to him. What power did these two have over her? She should be terrified. She should be looking for a way out of here. Instead, she was fighting against lust-filled images of lying back on this enormous bed so they could both take her, over and over, until she could no longer move or even think.

“How do you know that?”

“Because we answered a text message from one of them named Dani and told her you were fine.”

“You had no right to do that.” She glanced around. Was her phone in this room?”

“It’s in a safe place,” said Alexei.

She snapped her gaze to his face. “What is?”

“Your phone.”

How had he known that’s what she’d been looking for? “Where are we?”

“Our home.”

“And where exactly is this home?” She was tired of these damn games.

“The Metairie-Kenner area of New Orleans. Don’t worry. You’re quite safe in this house.”

“Pizdéť. Safe from what? What kind of game are you two playing here?”

Alexei grinned, and then he spoke in perfect Russian and repeated that she was safe, and that she needed to trust them.

Faina stood and brushed past them, gathering the comforter closer. She tried the door, but it was locked. Her body trembled, and she fought to keep from passing out. “How?” she whispered. “How is any of this possible?”

“Please come over here and sit back down.” Alexei’s voice was gentle, soothing, like one might use when speaking to a frightened child. “We aren’t going to harm you.”

She turned to face them, searching their expressions for a clue—any clue to what was really going on. If they’d wanted to rape her or something along those lines, they could have easily done so by now. Or had they already done that?

She remembered every detail of last night now, up until she’d been standing in front of the gate with them. One of them had asked her if she could climb the fence, but she couldn’t remember anything after that.

“We didn’t hurt you,” said Konstantin, his face registering disgust. “We would never do that.”

“What?” How the hell had he known what she’d been thinking?

“You’re wondering if we took advantage of you while you were sleeping. We did not.”

“Then why am I here?” Faina was suddenly so tired, and all she wanted to do was go back to sleep. When she woke, she’d be back in her hotel room and all this would have been a horrible dream.

He patted the bed. “Please. Sit down. We’ll do our best to explain what’s going on.”

She didn’t want to be here. She wanted to be back in the hotel, out with her friends, and this time they’d stay put instead of wandering around cemeteries on Halloween at midnight. But she had no other choice right now. She had to listen to them, and hopefully this would all make sense in a few minutes.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Faina took several deep breaths and then, before she lost her nerve, rose and climbed into Konstantin’s lap. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. His lips weren’t just warm. They were blazing hot, and they forced loud moans from her throat and sent waves of crazy desire coursing through her body. She’d never been so turned-on in her life.

She parted her lips to let his tongue inside and then nearly passed out from the lust that consumed her. No one had ever kissed her like this. She didn’t care that they weren’t truly human anymore. She only knew she wanted them, right here on the stones of this patio, if that’s where they ended up.

His fingers tangled themselves in her hair, tugging it just hard enough to make her squirm in discomfort, but sending her arousal to crazy heights at the same time. She’d once tried to get Bill to pull her hair and spank her ass, but he’d laughed and called her a freak. She had a strong feeling neither of these men would deny her those requests and more if she asked. Hadn’t it been Konstantin who had said something this morning about her being tied to the bed?

When he released the kiss, his eyes blazed with desire and something else. Almost like anger, but not quite. He cupped her face, his strong grip close to hurting her. “No teasing. Please don’t toy with us. If you’re not serious about this, say so now. We won’t be angry.”

“I’m not teasing you. I would never do that.”

He released her face and held her close. She could feel the relief flooding his body. When he took his arms from around her, he placed her on her feet. Almost before Faina regained her sense of balance, Alexei pulled her into a tight embrace and held her, gently stroking her hair and back. Shivers ran up and down her spine, and when he bent his head and kissed her, fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids. His lips and tongue were just as hot as his brother’s, and equally skilled.

Loud moans escaped her throat as his hands roamed over her back and ass cheeks, then reached underneath her tank top to caress her breasts. One of the men moaned, and she wasn’t sure who, but it hardly mattered. She was out of her mind with need and hoped they fucked her all night. She didn’t care if she couldn’t walk for the rest of the week. She wanted them both, right now, rough and hard.

Konstantin moved behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks, while Alexei released the kiss and pulled off her tank top. He grasped her breasts in his strong hands. “Yep. Just as I said they were.” His gravelly voice sounded like he was barely hanging on, and that sent Faina’s arousal spiraling out of control.

He fastened his mouth on one nipple, and she wrapped her fingers in his hair as jolts of electricity shot straight to her throbbing clit. Konstantin took off her shorts and lifted each foot so she could step out of them, kissing the soles of her feet. She fought the urge to giggle. No one had ever done that before.

He brushed his hands up the back of her thighs, trailing his tongue after them, as Alexei switched breasts. When Konstantin reached her ass cheeks, he gave each one a tiny smack, and she moaned loudly.

“Oh? You don’t mind that?”

“No. No, I don’t…”

Alexei released her nipple and lifted his head, grinning in a way that made her pussy even wetter. “Well. This just got interesting. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared. Not faded away, or vanished in a puff of smoke. One second he was there, grinning, and the next he was…gone.

She whirled around to face Konstantin, who merely smiled. “Sorry about that. Force of habit. We’ll try not to let it happen again.” Before Faina could react, he pulled her close and kissed her again. All thoughts of Alexei’s magic trick faded away as her body reacted to his touch once more. He squeezed her ass and her breasts, and all she wanted was to be skin-to-skin with him.

She ran her hands over his back and then grabbed his ass. It was as tight and muscled as she’d imagined. He moaned into her open mouth, obviously enjoying what she was doing, so she slowly brushed her hands around to the front and rubbed them over his impressive bulge. Oh, how she wanted that cock inside her.

Konstantin released the kiss and planted tiny bites up and down her neck. “Be careful.” His voice was sultry, teasing. “Girls who play with dicks get them stuffed into holes.”

“And they get spanked, as well.” Alexei was back, although Faina wasn’t sure if he’d materialized or simply walked onto the patio and she’d missed it. But when she watched him place a black leather bag on the tabletop, moving aside the candle, it was suddenly difficult to breathe.

“Do you want to guess what’s in there?” asked Konstantin.

“I hope it’s a paddle.”

He and Alexei exchanged a surprised, delighted glance. “I brought along a bit more than that.” Alexei pulled out leather bondage cuffs that weren’t new. These looked worn, and they fascinated her. “They’re very old but still useful. Unlike some talk we’ve heard, this generation did not invent what’s now called BDSM play.”

She swallowed hard, her heart racing. “What did you call it?”

“Various names.” He crooked a finger at her. “Come here, beautiful. The label isn’t important. The principles behind it are.” She couldn’t have refused him if she’d wanted to.

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