Page 1 of Sins of Seduction
Such a pretty little Raven.
Sitting high up on her perch.
My pretty little Raven
How I wish to pierce your perfect flesh
Watch it turn crimson and drink from the wound
I beg to be one with you
My pretty little Raven
I’m desperate for your screams
My pretty little Raven
I want to own you
The way you own my soul
Only so I can watch the light dim from those eyes
That see everything but me
My pretty little Raven
Let me clip your wings
You’ll never escape what I have planned for you.
Jax Pierce lounged at the bar of club Lush—one of the most exclusive clubs in North Ivywood—the city portion of the state he lived in. There was the hustle and bustle that could remind someone of New York City life, but if you drove just forty-five minutes south, you’d be in the countryside surrounded by trees and mountains. Jax usually preferred to stay south of the city, but he always found himself coming back into the city—back to Lush.
Music poured through the sound system, but it wasn’t loud and overbearing like most of the nightclubs in the city. It was on a lull hum, meant to entice and invite you down whatever rabbit hole Lush had on display that night.
Jax glanced around Lush, taking in the women who wore next to nothing—it was illegal for them to be fully naked—the state’s laws—but both the men and women here were pushing the boundaries of what it meant to be naked. Almost everyone, except Jax, had worn a mask covering part of their faces. If Jax knew anyone here tonight, he hadn’t been able to tell with the dim lighting and the masks. It was better for him if he didn’t recognize anyone. He liked to keep a low profile, at least for now.
Lush was a massive club. There was a lower level with private rooms that were invite only as well as back rooms on the first floor that led to different playgrounds for different appetites. There was an upstairs area that was reserved for the owner and workers of Lush. The main floor served as a place to mingle amongst the guests and if you wanted to sample some of the appetizers Lush had to offer. There was also a stage area that held performances or workshops for anyone looking to dive deeper into their kinks.
Lush was exclusive not just because of its clientele but also because of what it had to offer behind closed doors. It was illegal to sell sex in Ivywood, but Lush walked a fine line within law. The club was meant to be a safe space for men and women—however they identified—to explore desires that most would shun. It went beyond the kinks of the BDSM world, or maybe this was the step you took before you dove deeper, Jax wasn’t sure. He just knew Lush had offered a freedom for people to explore what they were into.
Jax watched as two women with green masks on made out with each other while they stroked a cock attached to a guy who sat in between them. He was wearing a mask that resembled a wolf. His head was thrown back in ecstasy as the women took turns sucking on each other’s tongues and sucking him down their throats.
They had picked up quite the audience. Both men and women had gathered around to watch the threesome. Jax wasn’t sure if they were part of the Lush employees or guests, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. Lust curled in his belly causing Jax to let out a harsh breath as his balls sat heavy in his jeans.
Jax could hear the man in the wolf’s mask groan from where he stood, and when the wolf’s eyes opened up, they collided with Jax’s. An amused smile titled the wolf’s lips up as his hips moved, pushing his cock into the women’s hands, and something started to stir inside Jax.
It was the same sensation he had all his life when he thought about sex. He tried to ignore it then like he was trying to ignore it now—he wasn’t ready to face what he was feeling just yet.
A guy wearing a blood red mask walked behind the threesome and started running his hands up and down the wolf’s chest before tilting his head back. Jax held his breath, transfixed by what he was watching. The man in the red mask leaned forward, pressing his lips against the wolf, and Jax couldn’t find it in him to turn away from the show they were putting on. If anything, he felt the draw to move to it and join them.
Jax took a healthy sip of the whiskey in his hands. Lush had a one drink limit to avoid people getting so drunk that they made decisions they would regret when the buzz of the liquor wore off. The whiskey was watered down, and he desperately wanted something stronger. He was having a hard time understanding what it was about the group play that was turning him on. His cock ached painfully behind his zipper, whispering its need to have Jax go over there and let one of them stroke it till he came.
He swallowed the urge to approach the group play and pulled his gaze away from them, hoping it would calm the fire that now coursed through his body. He scanned the crowd, taking in everyone who was on the main floor. Each guest wore a bracelet around their right wrist, indicating what level of membership they had for Lush. The colors were neon yellow, green, pink, and blood red. Yellow was for the newbies, those testing out what they were comfortable with and if the club was a good fit. They had a month to decide if they wanted to continue their membership to Lush and level up a tier. The green and the pink were for the main floor, willing to engage in activities but couldn’t go downstairs or in the back rooms without a companion who held a red bracelet.
Jax’s red bracelet weighed heavily against his skin. It had taken a long time to get to this level, and every time he was here he wondered if he would see her. He hadn’t been ready to seek her out before, and avoiding her had proven to be work because they had always managed to find their way back to each other. He hadn’t been ready to approach her when he first bought his membership here, and he wasn’t one hundred percent sure he was ready now, but he couldn’t hold it off any longer. He knew what it was like to almost lose her permanently five years ago when she fell in love with someone else.
He had to watch his beautiful Raven Wright be with someone who understood her in a way he had never been able to.
