Page 17 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

the sinful seven

Jessica

“Wake up, Little Baby. We’re almost home,” I hear and feel kisses on the tip of my nose.

“I don’t want to get up. Carry me,” I snuggle in closer, and he chuckles.

“You got it, baby.” He removed his fingers from my pussy, eliciting a moan from me.

I listen to this nasty mother fucker suckle on his fingers coated with my juices, licking them deliciously and casually before setting his phone into his pocket.

He scoops me up and I yawn, ready to go home and get in my bed.

I’m so tired from being mad at him and I need some pampering. Plus, I want to cum so bad.

I cannot believe this man is still holding onto this petty ass grudge, but I’m not tripping because I high key kinda like it though.

I mean, who wouldn’t like their man to casually stuff their hands down their pants and slowly finger them to sleep during the entire car ride while he scrolls mindlessly through his phone?

Frank just be existing in sin and I love it, but I’m a little worried about potentially getting even more addicted than I already am.

“We have arrived, Lord Metchie.” The driver opens the door to the car, and Frank secures me.

I lay my head on his chest, eyes halfway open, thinking we’re about to step outside to our penthouse, but a jolt of electricity shoots through me when I see a massive mega mansion that I could have only ever gotten close to on the big screen.

“Wow!” I breathe out at the sprawling estate, its grandeur immediately eye fuckable.

The exterior is clad in a warm, cream-colored brick that shimmers in the early sunlight.

A sweeping lawn, manicured to perfection, extends outwards, punctuated by a grand staircase leading up to an imposing archway double door entrance.

Parked on the circular driveway, a collection of luxurious cars gleam like multicolored jewels, every color on the rainbow and then some.

But the cars that catch my attention a fiery red Ferrari, its engine purring like a caged lion, and a Rolls-Royce Phantom, its presence exuding an air of timeless elegance that makes this place seem more like a car show than someone’s home.

“F-Frank! Wh-where the hell are we?!” I screech and he cocks his head to the side, confused.

“Home, Little Baby,” he smiles and my eyes widen.

“H-home? As in y-your family house or…” He frowns, confused as my question trails off.

“No, home as in yours and my love nest.” He snuggles my nose and my mouth drops open at his words. Love nest?! This ain’t no damn love nest, this is a whole estate! It’s big enough for more than fifteen families of four to fit in, and he’s telling me he owns this?

“I…”

“Welcome home, Lord Metchie.” I jump, facing forward, and I’m appalled to see more than twenty men on the left side of us and the same number of women on the right side of us, lined up in rows.

“Yeah,” he casually throws at them, uncaring, still peeking down at me with adoration and love, making me swallow and worry that I might have bit off more than I can chew with him, and that there is more than meets the eye with this man.

“F-Frank… what is all of this? I don’t… why aren’t we in the condo?” I pivot and he pauses, gazing to the left before glancing back down at me.

“It’s undergoing renovations right now,” he states and my mouth forms an O.

“Ahhh, it must be the roaches, huh. Yeah, them thangs multiply fast.” I shake my head, already knowing the cause.

“Yeah, it was the roaches.”

“Damn, that’s a crying shame,” I sigh, but I understand. When roaches infest, they can be hard to get rid of.

“Lord Metchie,” one of the butlers steps forward and Frank shoots such a dagger-like glare at him, I fear for the man’s safety, and apparently the man does too, because he steps back and bows, trembling.

“M-my apologies, milord, but the other young masters have come and are waiting in the house to s-speak with you,” he states, and Frank growls deep within him, sending vibrations all over my body.

“Fuck.” He spits out and walks forward, holding me close.

As we walk past the butlers, they all bow at a perfect right angle, hands at their sides, wearing immaculate black and white housekeeping attire.

Neither the men nor the women have a wrinkle in their attire in sight, but what is clearly visible is their blatant fear.

What are they so scared of? Frank can be intense, but he’s harmless…

As we make our way up the stairs to the entrance, my eyes devour the mansion’s masterful architecture. From the towering columns that support a grand portico, with ornate windows and balconies that add a touch of European flair, and multiple gleaming water fountains that reflect the azure sky.

“Welcome home, Lord Metchie,” two badass-looking burly doormen bow before opening the doors and Frank steps inside without a greeting.

Suddenly, I’m stunned by the opulence that continues to shine through.

Marble floors gleam underfoot, and massive diamond…

real mother fucking diamond chandeliers cascade rainbow lights onto plush white carpets.

From the corner of my eyes, grand dining rooms, libraries, and offices are all decorated to perfection, and soaring, thirty-foot ceilings are adorned with priceless artwork and antique furniture.

This is the type of house that would absolutely have a state-of-the-art home theater that offers a cinematic experience, with a temperature-controlled wine cellar that houses a collection of rare vintages.

This mansion has unparalleled luxury, where every detail has been meticulously considered to create a haven of comfort and sophistication. It is a place where dreams are made and fortunes are scoffed at because money is no object to the person who owns it.

I swallow, holding onto Frank as he walks through the house before stopping, and I turn to… great googly moogly!

There are so many of them! Franks on every front! Good lord!

“What the fuck are you all doing here?” he growls and the six other Franks ignore him, all with their eyes on me, making me shrink away shyly.

“Is that… my sister-in-law?” I hear the voice on the phone earlier and I glance over to see a sleepy-looking Frank who looks slightly older but not by much, a cigar on his sexy pink lips while laid back casually.

“Yeah, this is baby. Baby, these are the idiots… you don’t have to say anything to them.” He shifts from holding me princess style to literally holding me up like a baby in front of him, placing my head on his shoulder, rubbing my back.

“Frank, stop being rude.” I swat his back and jump down, turning to the multiple Franks.

Even though my body aches, I want to make a good impression on my man’s family because I’m not going anywhere.

“H-hey y’all. I’m Frank’s wife,” I blush, introducing myself as confidently as I can to let them know I’m not only here for a good time but a long time.

“Baby, you introduced yourself properly.” Frank wraps his arms around my neck, squeezing me tight, making me giggle.

“Seems this is my wife right here. Isn’t she beautiful?

” Frank’s whole mood shifts as he beams proudly doing the Will Smith pose when him and Jada was on the red carpet, honestly making me feel like I’m the prettiest girl in the universe.

“It’s good to see you again,” I see Gannon step forward, smiling handsomely and as always my eyes go to the two beauty marks on his face that really make him look sinful.

“H-Hi,” I wave.

“I’m not sure you remember me,” I see Genesis step forward and smile, waving, taking in his longish sleeked-back hair in a ponytail that hangs over his shoulder.

“I do, i… it’s nice to see you again under better circumstances,” I blush, and he winks at me.

Jesus… “Uhm…” I cut my eyes to the sexy, sleepy-looking Frank, hoping I get this right.

“I just spoke to you not long ago, r-right?” I ask and he smiles wide.

The first person that comes to mind when I think of him is Orochimaru from Naruto, or Claude from Black Butler but with white hair and blue eyes.

Genesis looks like Zero from Vampire Knight and Gannon looks like Kurosawa Yamato from Say I Love You!

Wow, I have to sneak a picture of them and send them to the girls in the anime club! This is fucking gollllldddd!

“So you’re the little one. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Saint.” He nods, puffing out smoke, and I smile, turning my eye to the last three I have never met before, each of which are equally handsome in their own way, and all with white hair and blue eyes.

“N-nice to meet you, Saint.” I wave. Damn, genes are SKRONG up in this bitch…

“I am Pierce,” a sleek and extremely handsome man steps forward, looking like Kyoya Sata from one of my personal favorite romance anime, Wolf Girl and the Black Prince. “I’m the oldest of the seven.” Oldest? They all look no more than a year or two apart!

“My name is Echo,” a long-haired prince looking Frank steps forward, but he’s got muscles for days! He looks like a softer version of Alucard from Castlevania.

“Nice to meet you,” I squeak.

“He’s the owner of the building we’re staying in,” Frank tells me and my eyes go wide before turning to him with sympathy.

“Awww, so you’re the one who had to deal with the roach infestation…” I pout and everyone goes still.

“Wh-what?! Ro… roach? I…” he balks at a loss for words and I give him a thin-lipped smile.

“I know it’s embarrassing, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Roaches be getting us all. I say call you a good exterminator and?—”

“MY BUILDING DOES NOT HAVE ROACHES!” he fumes.

“Sure, sure,” I wink and he grits his teeth, cutting his eyes to Frank who burst out laughing, but I don’t find anything funny. Roaches are a serious matter! “A little Borax and a little sugar will take care of those pesky bastards,” I smile bright, happy to help out Frank’s brother.