Page 14 of Sin

“Why are you afraid your parents will try to find you?” Ares asked. “You’re an adult. You can go anywhere you wish.”

“I know,” she replied. “But I don’t want to talk to them until I get past my anger.”

Hunter placed his big hand on her thigh. “What are the other reasons? Why are you really here?”

Confusion filled her. “I told you,I—”

“No,” he interrupted. “I meant that you knew what this place was before you came in for a job. Why did you want to work here?”

She had no idea how to articulate her motives, so she sifted through her emotions. Pain. Betrayal. Frustration. She finally settled on resentment. “I was told to never drink. Never do drugs. Never date except if it was with a good man who respected me. Never have sex unless it was with my husband. Always be a good girl. And then I overhear my father tell the man I was engaged to marry to knock me up and then find a side piece. My fiancé, who was supposed to love me, called me a cold fish because I obeyed the rules. But I obeyed the rules for them! I was a good little girl when all along I was surrounded by assholes. They had the audacity to shove it down my throat when they were far from pious. Well, I’m done with being the good girl. Drinking. Drugs. Sex. If they can sin then so can I, and I plan to experience everything I shied away from.”

Her chest heaved, the outpouring of emotions leaving her shaky. Her hatred was a poison, but she had no idea how to purge it all. Maybe she never would. All she knew was that she never wanted to see those people ever again.

“Then we’ll help you,” Hunter said. “We’ve been looking for a woman just like you. A woman we can share and have fun with.”

Her gaze flew to his, and then over to Ares. “We?”

“We,” Ares confirmed. “This isn’t bullshit I’m serving you. I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

“I don’t want you to break your own rule for me.”

He cupped her face and ran a thumb over her bottom lip. “You don’t understand. We want to help you fulfill all those things you said you wanted to do.”

“But you just met me.”

Ares smiled. “Would you feel better if we dated? Went to dinner? To the movies? Had a drink in a bar? Building up to eventually be in the same position we are now? Wasting a whole shit ton of time?”

Adira thought about Abel’s courtship. How they did those exact things, except substitute bowling for a bar. She’d done all the things a proper woman should do, and look what it got her. A broken heart. Broken trust. Self-recrimination. Looking at Ares and Hunter, she made a decision.

“I don’t want to live with more regrets.”

Ares smiled. “Fuck, ya, you don’t.”

Then he slammed his mouth onto hers. She’d been kissed before, but nothing compared to the electricity that surged between them. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips and as soon as she opened for him, the kiss deepened. She knotted her hands in his shirt, holding on tightly. He groaned low in his throat, trying to pull her closer. In that moment, no one else existed in the world, at least until Hunter touched her back. Locked between them, Hunter moved her hair to nibble on her shoulder. This was right where she wanted to be. Right where she felt wanted, and a sense of belonging. Never mind she just met these two men, or that she might be jumping into an out-of-control fire. It felt right, at least it felt right for now. She held no illusion that Ares and Hunter offered anything more than a good time, for however long the time lasted.

Ares broke the kiss, and Adira sucked in a ragged breath. Her gaze was heavy-lidded. The handsome man in front of her cupped her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip before pushing the digit into her mouth.

“Suck it,” he growled.

Her belly clenched, even as her core tightened with need. She liked the command. Liked being told what to do. She closed her lips around the finger and sucked it like a straw. Adira kept her gaze on him, watching to see if he wanted something else.

“When it’s time, this is how I want you to suck my cock,” he murmured.

Her eyes widened as her pussy clenched. No one had ever said something so blatantly sexual to her before, and it shocked her that she liked it. He eased his thumb out of her mouth, and a string of thick saliva accompanied it until the tension snapped.

He stood and pulled her up in the circle of his arms. Hunter joined them, sliding her backpack off and sandwiching her. His breath stirred the hair around her ear as his hand curved around her hip, sliding down the smooth lines of her dress until he reached the hem. Slowly pulling up the material until he could slip his fingers under the elastic of her panties to touch her slick folds. Gasping, she closed her eyes as a riot of emotions washed through her. Excitement. Lust. Hunger.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me,” Ares ordered.

She snapped them open and stared into his as Hunter touched her clit, the sensation thrillingly odd. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her heart pounded in her chest unsure if it was pleasure or fear. These men were so far out of her league it made her head spin. What was a minister’s daughter doing in a nest of vipers? What did they see in her?

“Are you a virgin?” Hunter whispered in her ear.

Her mouth bone dry, she nodded.

“Good.”

She couldn’t help the involuntary roll of her hips. Seeking what she didn’t really know. It wasn’t that she was ignorant of what happened between men and women. She’d read romance novels, always wondering what it would feel like to be possessed by a strong, powerful man, and now she knew. This was what she’d been missing with Abel. Raw, uninhibited desire that made her forget they were in a strip club. She wanted more. She wanted it all.

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