Page 39 of Sin

“No,” she replied. She walked over and grabbed the design book, flipping it to a symbol she remembered seeing. “I saw this when I was last here. Zibu angelic language. This one here means family.”

Adira settled on putting a decorative symbol on the inside of her left wrist. The swirling lines appealed to her, especially in the wake of her own discovery. Treat prepped her, wiping it down with alcohol. Then she put on a pair of black nitrile gloves and turned the tattoo gun on. The buzzing sound almost drowned out her nerves, and she tensed as the needle entered her shin. Hunter held her other hand but before she could even get scared, it was over.

“Done,” Treat said.

Adira blinked and looked down, seeing the beautiful design offset from the center of the wrist, and she couldn’t stop looking at it.

“Do you like?” Treat asked.

“I love it,” she replied softly, hard to believe she got a tattoo. Her father would be so upset, which made her love it even more.

After it was wrapped and she had paid, Hunter led her back to his bike and they took off toward the large two-story house. The name Belladonna was painted above the door. Working around strippers was one thing. Stepping into a brothel was something completely different. Red was the theme, with scarlet walls and drapes. Velvet love seats and chaise lounges were artfully arranged. The low lighting gave everything an intimate appeal. Women in barely-there clothes draped themselves provocatively around the paying customers. Majority of the clientele were men, but there were also a few women.

Hunter led her through a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. Several doors lined the hallway, and he unlocked one, stepping back so she could enter. It was the typical office except along one wall was nothing but flat screens watching over various areas of the house. The lounge, the upstairs, a kitchen she hadn’t seen, even inside the bedrooms.

“This is high tech for a red-light house.”

“In here, maybe. Out there is still redneck.”

A grin lifted one corner of her lips. “That’s what Ares said of The Pussy Willow.”

“There’s a fine line between not being too fancy for the clientele but able to provide protection to the girls.”

In a few monitors, couples writhed on beds, and she couldn’t seem to look away. Never had she ever thought she’d be a voyeur, but she had to be honest with herself. It turned her on. Hunter stepped up behind her and rested his hands on her hips.

“Lean over the table,” he murmured in her ear.

She jerked a little. “What?”

“Lean. Over.”

He gently placed her hands on the tabletop, and then pushed her down. Running his hands down her back, over her hips, to the front where he popped the button on her jeans.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Shh,” he said. “Keep watching.”

Doing as he ordered, her breath grew shallow as he slipped his hand under the elastic of her panties. “Oh, baby girl, you’re so fucking wet.”

He rubbed over her slit, gathering her moisture to rub little circles over her clit. She moaned and her hips jerked up, seeking more.

“Want me to fuck you? Right here, as you watch the couples fuck on the monitors?”

Her eyes rolled back as pleasure burst through her body. She opened her legs a little wider, and he abruptly yanked his hand out. It brought her out of the euphoria.

“Wait,” she cried out.

“Answer me, Adira. Do you want me to fuck you right here? Right now?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please. Yes.”

He pulled back and then yanked down her pants and panties, helping her step out of one leg and then the other. The zipper sounded extremely loud in the room.

“Lay your hands on the desk and don’t move,” he ordered.

She quickly obeyed. Hunter kicked her feet out, widening her stance. He placed one hand on her lower back, bent a little, and then pressed against her. His cockhead brushed her slit, and oh God, she was ready.

The only thought she had was about having him inside her. Fire ignited in her blood when his dick rubbed against her. Up, down, getting itself nice and wet with her slickness, teasing her as if he knew exactly what she wanted but was deliberately making her wait. Adira rocked backward, pushing against him, and he pulled back to give her bottom a little swat.

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