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SEDUCTIVE SIN
BELLAMY BROTHERS THREE
HELEN HARDT
CONTENTS
Seductive Sin
Praise For Helen Hardt
Dedication
Prologue
1. Falcon
2. Savannah
3. Falcon
4. Savannah
5. Falcon
6. Savannah
7. Falcon
8. Savannah
9. Falcon
10. Savannah
11. Falcon
12. Savannah
13. Falcon
14. Savannah
15. Falcon
16. Savannah
17. Falcon
18. Savannah
19. Falcon
20. Savannah
21. Falcon
22. Savannah
23. Falcon
24. Savannah
25. Falcon
26. Savannah
27. Falcon
28. Savannah
29. Falcon
30. Savannah
31. Falcon
32. Savannah
33. Falcon
34. Savannah
35. Falcon
36. Savannah
37. Falcon
38. Savannah
39. Falcon
40. Savannah
41. Falcon
Bonus Content
A Note From Helen
Also By Helen Hardt
Acknowledgments
About the Author
SEDUCTIVE SIN
BELLAMY BROTHERS THREE
Helen Hardt
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PRAISE FOR HELEN HARDT
“Helen Hardt is a master at making you fall for the bad boy.”
~Words We Love By on Savage Sin
“Hardt spins erotic gold…”
~Publishers Weekly on Follow Me Darkly
“22 Best Erotic Novels to Read”
~Marie Claire Magazine on Follow Me Darkly
“Intensely erotic and wildly emotional…”
~New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones on Follow Me Darkly
“With an edgy, enigmatic hero and loads of sexual tension, Helen Hardt's fast-paced Follow Me Darkly had me turning pages late into the night!”
~New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner on Follow Me Darkly
“Christian, Gideon, and now…Braden Black.”
~Books, Wine, and Besties on Follow Me Darkly
“This red-hot tale will have readers fanning themselves.”
~Publishers Weekly on Blush
“Scintillating…”
~Publishers Weekly on Bloom
“An absolute must-read. With its engaging plot and enthralling characters, this novel keeps you hooked from start to finish.”
~The Llama Library on Bloom
“Helen's intelligent writing style and skills have made this story a must-read.”
~FireSerene Reads on Bloom
“It's hot, it's intense, and the plot starts off thick and had me completely spellbound from page one.”
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“Craving is the jaw-dropping book you need to read!”
~New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones on Craving
"Completely raw and addictive."
~#1 New York Times bestselling author Meredith Wild on Craving
“Talon has hit my top five list…up there next to Jamie Fraser and Gideon Cross.”
~USA Today bestselling author Angel Payne on Craving
“Talon and Jade’s instant chemistry heats up the pages…”
~RT Book Reviews on Craving
“Sorry Christian and Gideon, there’s a new heartthrob for you to contend with. Meet Talon. Talon Steel.”
~Booktopia on Craving
“Such a beautiful torment—the waiting, the anticipation, the relief that only comes briefly before more questions arise, and the wait begins again… Check. Mate. Ms. Hardt…”
~Bare Naked Words on Craving
“Made my heart stop in my chest. Helen has given us such a heartbreakingly beautiful series.”
~Tina, Bookalicious Babes on the Steel Brothers Saga
“This book was fantastic! It was steamy, funny, romantic, and just about any other emotion you can think of…”
~Steamy Book Mama on Lily and the Duke
“The writing was fast paced and hot for a historical romance…with lots of chemistry…and a lot of fun!
~Bound by Books on Lily and the Duke
“An enthralling and rousing vampire tale that will leave readers waiting for the sequel.”
~Kirkus Reviews on Unchained
"Dangerous and sexy. A new favorite!"
~New York Times bestselling author Alyssa Day on Unchained
“A dark, intoxicating tale.”
~Library Journal on Unchained
“Helen Hardt has some kind of skill I don’t have the words to describe. Her writing is addictive. She sucked in my mind and I just don’t want to read anything but her right now!”
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For my readers
PROLOGUE
SAVANNAH
“You’re not coming anywhere near me!” I glance around quickly, looking for something, anything, to use as a weapon.
I pick up the Jane Austen I was reading, using it as a shield.
“Put that down, Savvy,” Miles says. “Eat your damned dinner. I can’t have you fainting from hunger.”
He’s right. I can’t faint. I want to be completely conscious for whatever he has in mind for me. If I’m unconscious, I can’t fight back.
“Eat,” he says again.
I take the tray and set it on the small table in the living area.
A fork.
Good.
And a spoon.
No knife.
The salmon is flaky and doesn’t require a knife. Not that he would have given me one anyway.
I force myself to ingest the food. All of it. And the water.
I rise. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
He blocks the door to the bedroom. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Would you rather I piss on you?”
I regret my words as soon as I say them. With my luck, I just turned Miles on with that threat.
“Fine. Go.”
I head into the bathroom and close the door.
Of course there’s no lock.
And of course he can see everything I’m doing anyway.
Fucking cameras.
Is it really that important to watch me take a crap?
But I’m glad I ate the food. Already I’m feeling stronger. Healthier.
I made a deal, and I’ll see it through, but I won’t make this easy or enjoyable for him.
Then I laugh out loud.
Enjoyable for him? He’s already enjoying this. Whether I lie like a dead fish or fight him to the end, he’ll enjoy it. He’ll get off.
I flush the toilet and look in the mirror once more. My skin is pale, my hair is stringy, and the anxiety of the last several hours is imprinted deeply into my eyes.
I see myself as whoever is watching me sees me.
A pawn.
A weakling.
A mere thing.
I can’t escape. I made my choice.
I chose the wellbeing of Falcon over my own.
And as much as I hate what’s about to happen to me, I can’t bring myself to regret it.
I leave the bathroom, enter the bedroom—
Miles is there already, standing by the bed, naked, his hard cock jutting out and ready.
I swallow, forcing the food to remain in my stomach.
I lie on the bed, and he lifts my satin gown over my hips, hovers over me, his face menacing.
“Tonight you’re mine, Savannah Gallo. Welcome to hell.”
1
FALCON
In every prisoner’s life there’s that one day they can recall that changed everything. That put them on a different path.
For me it was the day Zion came to my cell block.
Zion, I knew, would be trouble.
Different from the way Fletcher or Bruno had been trouble for me.
It only took me that one time in the cafeteria to get Fletcher in line, and Bruno? After I freed To mmy Ortiz from his tyranny, he stayed in line as well.
But Zion…
The first day I saw him, I knew.
He was as burly as they come, solid muscle, but a good five inches shorter than I was.
Already I saw it in him. Small man’s complex. He’s the guy who has to exert his dominance over everyone to compensate for his lack of height.
He had a shock of sandy brown hair, and a nearly pretty face—one that would’ve made him a target if he weren’t so burly.
You can tell a lot by how a man walks. Especially on the inside.
A lot of new prisoners come in with a hunched posture, which doesn’t bode well for them. Those who can come in while walking upright with a straight back are trying to look brave so they won’t be a target.
They walk briskly, swinging their arms freely. They look straight ahead while not making eye contact with anyone.
If they’re good at this act, they won’t see a lot of trouble in prison.
These are the guys that fly under the radar, are left alone.
The ones who look at the ground, shoulders slumped—those are the targets. The ones whose screams I try to ignore at night. The ones for whom prison is a whole different experience.
But then there are those like Zion.
Those who come in walking upright, a slow even gait, and they look everyone—everyone—in the eye.
The kind that assesses everyone with a single glance. Separating the strong from the weak. Ready to assert dominance over the situation, whatever it may be.
That was Zion.
He walked past Bruno, eyeing him. And then past Fletcher, who is bigger than I am.
Until he got to me.
He looks me up and down, his gaze taking in everything about me. Judging me. Sizing me up as a competitor. I curl my hands into fists, my gaze never wavering from his.
I look him in the eye. Always in the eye. These criminals only take about a millisecond to respond to that split-second you take your attention away from them.
I don’t speak to him.
I don’t speak to anyone until they speak to me. It’s kind of my calling card.
But he sizes me up, cocking his head.
He’s waiting for me to say something.
He’ll be waiting a long time.
Finally, he speaks. “How’s the fucking food here?”
“We just hired a new gourmet chef. He used to work at a Michelin three-star place,” I say with sarcasm.
He raises an eyebrow. Interesting. Not everyone can do that. But I can. However, I keep my eyebrows right where they are.
“What are you in for?”
“Killed a motherfucker.”
The lie I’ve learned to tell. I’m innocent, but innocence on the inside is a sign of weakness. Plus I don’t mention that it was manslaughter. I let them think it was fucking murder.
He waits for me to ask why he’s here.
I don’t.
Larkin stands on one side of me, Tommy Ortiz on the other.
Zion gestures to Tommy. “He yours?”
“He is. Hands off.”
Tommy suffers from the same problem that Zion himself does. Pretty features. The kind that make prison hell.
But Tommy is under my protection now. And Zion won’t get anywhere near him.
He gestures to Larkin on my other side. Larkin isn’t pretty. He’s rough, with a crooked nose that’s been broken so many times it no longer looks normal. He has a scar slashed across his face. He looks mean enough, but he’s a softy on the inside. The man’s all beta, which is why he hangs with me.
“What about this one?”
“I’m nobody’s bitch,” Larkin says gruffly.
“Did I ask you?” Zion closes the distance between himself and Larkin.
Do not step back, I say to Larkin subliminally, hoping he gets the message.
He does.
He’s a natural beta, but I’ve shown him how to survive in here.
“What about the rest of these losers?” Zion asks.
“Nobody touches anybody in my cell block,” I say. “You want to shove your cock up somebody’s ass? Get yourself transferred.”
The eyebrow again. This time, I use my height to my advantage. I shove my shoulders back, lift my chin. Because what I say is fact. Nobody gets fucked on my block. It’s bad enough I have to listen to the screams from the other ones.
I run a tight ship. But sometimes, when we’re all locked up at night, things can go wrong. A rogue guard sometimes finds an inmate he likes, or he takes a bribe from another inmate.
Then it’s up to me, the next morning, to take care of things. But I don’t always know who’s at fault. I rely on my men.
The grapevine in my block is pretty damned good.
“I don’t answer to anybody,” Zion says.
“Good enough. Don’t fuck up, and you won’t have to.”
A sly smile curls his lips. “I don’t think you understand what I just said.”
I cock my head, turn my jaw into granite. “You think I don’t? I went to college. Did you?”
“As a matter of fact, I did.”
“Then I think we both know what I meant and what you meant. Only one problem.” I glance around for a second and then fix my gaze back on Zion. “All these men here? They’re on my side.”
“You think?”
“I know your type. You think you’re the first little guy I’ve seen come in here and try to make waves?”
“Five minutes alone with me, and you’ll no longer think I’m so little.” He grabs his crotch.
Seriously? He’s threatening me? With his fucking dick size?
No cock gets near me.
“I’m thinking five minutes alone with me, and you’ll be a dead man.”
He grins, and I swear to God if I look closer I’d see saliva in the corners of his mouth. “I’d like to make you shriek like a fucking wildcat.”
Yeah. I’m done with this piece of shit. “You’re going to want to get the fuck away from me now.”
“I don’t take orders from a pretty boy.”
I hold back my chuckle. The only pretty boy here, other than Tommy, is fucking Zion himself. Trying to be the tough guy. Keeping muscle on that tiny frame so people take him seriously.
If he’s thinking about raping anybody in the cellblock, he’ll be sorry.
And he sure as hell won’t get anywhere near me.
“You show Savage some respect,” Larkin says.
“How about I show your ass my cock?” Zion taunts him.
“Make all the threats you want,” I say. “You mark my words. You even try to carry any one of them out? You won’t see the light of the next fucking day.”
“Big words.”
I lift an eyebrow. “You think you know what big is? Think again.”
That gets him. His eyes go wild, as if he’s mad. “You watch it, Savage. Yeah, I know who you are. Falcon Bellamy. And I know you ain’t in for no murder.”
“You did your homework,” I say. “So fucking what?”
“You think you’re so fucking tough. You don’t know what it’s really like to be a criminal. What it feels like to shove a knife into someone’s flesh, watch them bleed out. After you’ve fucking taken their pussy and ass in every way possible.”
