Sin: A Dark Reverse Harem & Age Gap Novelette (Sweet as Sin Book 1)
Sin: Chapter 11

I was in and out of consciousness.

My mind was mostly awake, acknowledging everything that was happening, but after the second time of them taking turns, I couldn’t keep my brain functioning the way I wanted to.

I was certain that my words didn’t actually come out of me either. They were echoes in my mind, but they never left my lips.

It was Renner’s turn again. He had been the roughest with me tonight, and every time he thrusted into me, he gripped my thighs tightly, leaving marks on my skin.

“She’s out of it,” he grunted as he continued to fuck me.

He was talking to Archer who was still inside of me, still stretching my ass, and still holding me tightly against his body.

I could hear their voices in the distance although they were all so close.

I should’ve stopped this before they went for round two, but I was too weak to do so.

“She’ll be fine,” Tabor said, his voice sounding annoyed.

“Sin,” Archer whispered in my ear, nudging my side with his hand.

“Mm-hmm.” I managed to open my eyes, but everything around me was a blur. Still, I didn’t stop them. “More.”

“You sure, kitten?”

I nodded.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his hand coming up to cup my throat. He tilted my head to the side, and my eyes met his. “Shit, love, you’re pale.”

“I’m okay,” I promised him. I could go for a while longer, but that was mostly my stubbornness talking. I didn’t want to ruin the night for them.

Shit, was I really at the point where men’s needs were more important than my own?

Fuck it.

I’d snap out of this soon enough.

I felt another orgasm build inside of me. I lost count of how many I had in the past hour. They might’ve not all been real orgasms.

My body reacted to the littlest of their moves and touches.

“Finish, then step away. All of you,” Archer demanded.

Renner continued to push into me, and soon enough, I felt his cock throbbing inside of me. He was close, and I was finally starting to realize that I needed this to come to an end.

I needed rest. Space. I needed sleep.

“Goddamn. We destroyed this pussy, huh? Can’t take any more, can you?” Renner said, his voice threatening.

I looked at him, keeping my eyes open with all the little strength I had left inside of me.

“Yeah, look at those eyes. Nothing left in them,” he muttered with a smirk.

He acted as if he had defeated me, and I didn’t like that one bit. I was all for having fun and pushing limits, but I didn’t like when men used me. And Renner was making me feel that way.

He acted as if he owned me.

Just as he came inside of me, I started pushing against his chest. “Off!” I cried. “Get off me!”

“Damn, you getting feisty now?” He laughed in my face, and I punched his hard chest again.

“Off!”

“Get away from her,” Archer demanded, keeping his voice calm.

Renner pulled out of me and stepped back, then Archer gently pushed me off him, making me stand before him.

He got up then, and I turned to him to steady myself.

“Sure you’re okay?” he asked, his eyes wandering all over my face. “Think that was too much for you,” he added, worriedly.

I didn’t respond. I felt dizzy.

“Here, sit,” he then told me, helping me sit down on the bench. He quickly grabbed his shirt and put it over my body, then he grabbed his jeans and put them back on. “Watch her while I go grab some water. Make sure she stays awake.”

“Don’t worry,” one of his friends said. I was too far gone to know who it was.

I closed my eyes again, leaning my head back against the wall, and trying to focus on my breathing.

The air in here was thick. Cigarette smoke and the scent of alcohol were all around me, and even if I didn’t drink or smoke that night, I felt intoxicated.

I needed Archer to come back, but during my wait, I passed out.

ARCHER

I trusted my friends with my own damn life, and I would do anything to protect them from assholes who wanted to start shit, but when I came back from behind the bar to get water for my girl, I was ready to drop the glass and punch the shit out of one of them.

“GET THE FUCK OFF HER!” I roared, pushing passed Link and Ford.

“I told him not to—”

“OFF!” I grabbed Renner’s neck with one hand, pulling him back and away from Sinclair. “I told you not to fucking touch her anymore!”

My girl was lying on the bench, face down, and her body limp. She was unconscious, and when I got to her, I had to make sure she was still breathing.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered, brushing back her hair to see her face. “I’ll get you out of here,” I promised.

“Archer,” Link called out to me, and I turned to look at him—unable to hide my anger.

“What!”

“Better go handle Renner. We got her.”

I knew I could trust them, but I would’ve thought the same about Renner just minutes ago.

“Go. Before you regret not getting to beat the shit out of him.”

My jaw tightened, and I turned back to Sinclair, making sure she was alright. Well, she wasn’t really, but she would be.

“Take her to the back and put blankets around her,” I told them. “I’ll be right back.”

I pressed a kiss to Sin’s forehead before getting up and making my way toward the back entrance where I knew Renner ran off to.

He liked to park his car in the back, for whatever damn reason I never understood, but that would come in handy tonight.

He was about to open the backdoor when I gripped his shoulder and pulled him back, making him turn around.

I swung my arm, ready to break his fucking jaw, and as he tried to stop me, my fist met his face forcefully.

I heard something crack, and when he came back up, his bleeding nose confirmed that I had, indeed, broken his nose.

“What the fuck, man?” he groaned, lifting his hand to cover his fracture.

I gripped his collar with both hands and pushed him against the wall, getting closer to his face. “You’ve broken my damn trust, my friend. Don’t think you’ll get away with this without fucking consequences.”

I used my knee to strike him in the stomach, and he bent over again, groaning in pain. It took him a moment to catch his breath, and when I pushed him against the wall again, he was brave enough to speak. “She’s a fucking toy. Why the hell are you mad at me for using her?”

That would’ve been a valid thing to say if I hadn’t made it perfectly clear that Sinclair was mine—no matter if I shared her with them.

“You crossed a damn line, man,” I told him, using my fist this time to strike him in the face again.

It was his jaw that had to endure pain this time.

“That’s enough.” Tabor’s voice rang through the room. “Let him go. And you, don’t show your face here ever again.”

I pushed against Renner’s chest, then stepped away and watched him stumble to the side. “You can’t ban me from this bar.”

“I just did,” Tabor stated, his voice calm and his face serious. “Get the fuck out of my bar.”

Renner watched us both in disbelief, as if he hadn’t just assaulted my girl while she was unconscious.

“You heard him. Out.”

Renner’s glare was vengeful, but I was certain that he would never show his face here or near any of us ever again.

Once he finally came to realize that there was nothing he could say to make this better, he turned and left through the backdoor, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

“Take me to her,” I told Tabor without giving another thought to the man I used to call a friend, and I followed Tabor down the hallway.

Once she’d wake up, she’d remember everything that happened tonight, and I didn’t want to lose her.

I had to fix this.

I wouldn’t forgive myself for what I let happen to her otherwise.