Page 8 of Sins of Seduction
She leaned farther over him, her lips hovered above his, and she could already taste his breath. The hint of the whiskey he had earlier had her licking his bottom lip before her lips found his and she slowly—painfully slow—slid down on his waiting cock. They both swallowed each other’s groans as Jax reared up, pulling her wrists behind her back.
Raven broke the kiss, desperate to catch her breath as her body quickly adjusted to Jax’s size and width. He stretched her, deliciously filled her to the point she hadn’t realized how empty she had felt in his absence.
“You still feel the same,” Jax murmured against her skin as he peppered her face with gentle kisses that nearly broke her.
This man had always been dangerous for her.
The one man for whom she had contemplated putting away who she was so they could be a happy couple.
But she was sound of mind enough to know that happiness would have been based on a pretty lie, and relationships built on lies always crumbled.
Jax slowly moved his hips, stretching her wider and filling her deeper. Her moan fell from her lips, and Jax had been there to catch it. She could get lost in this—lost in him tonight, but when the sun came up, she’d lock up her defenses until she was sure they couldn’t break each other’s hearts again.
Raven bit Jax’s bottom lip and sucked on it before she pulled away. Her eyes met his, “Fuck me and don’t stop till I’m cumming all over your cock.” Jax’s smile was feral, and that was the only warning she got before he released her wrist to wrap his hands around her waist.
Excitement bubbled in the center of Raven’s chest, but it was short-lived. Abruptly the lights in Lush turned off as did the music. The room fell eerily silent, and Raven held her breath, waiting for the backup generator to kick on, but the only thing that pierced the silence was a woman’s terrified screams.
My pretty little Raven
Such a sight to watch them
Fill that filthy mouth with cum.
I hope you choke on it
The way you made me choke on your lies.
My pretty little Raven
Does he stretch that tight cunt of yours
The way a past lover used to?
Does his touch insight the pleasure you need?
My pretty little Raven
Have your fun tonight
This is the only peace you will know
My pretty little Raven
Can you see me?
Danny walked through Lush wearing a blood red mask tipped at the end in white, like the tips of an angel’s wings—but Danny was far from an angel, especially not with places like Lush around. Danny’s fall from grace had been at the hands of the owner, Raven Wright. She wove pretty little tales of a paradise that sat between her legs, but that paradise had been coated in a sickness that broke anyone who dared to fall for Raven Wright.
It left behind empty shells of people wandering aimlessly—their very existence had been born and died on the words that left Raven’s lips. Danny hadn’t understood it at first, but Raven was a temptation—a drug so potent not even the devil himself would dare to resist.
Danny walked toward the back of Lush looking for the room with the red door—the room had been called Paradise, and while Danny hated the name, the room itself had been a favorite. It gave Danny and the guests of Lush the ability to watch people explore desires they would never have the courage to explore outside of the walls that surrounded them.
Even now, Danny could see the way strangers were chasing the high that came from giving in to the temptation of fucking and being fucked by strangers.
Danny placed both hands against the glass, enjoying the way the window had slowly begun to fog. The temperature in the room was nearing its peak, and soon Raven would get the surprise she deserved.
Danny found Raven in all her glory, commanding, and demanding so much from her little pets like the beautiful puppet master that she was. She was such a sight that Danny’s body began to heat, imaging what her hands would feel like against Danny’s skin.
Danny wanted to know what it felt like to be driven mad past the point of wanting anyone but the person controlling their pleasure. Danny wanted to experience what it felt like to be pushed past limits that probably didn’t exist—to be shown all the ways the body could come undone and be repaired with a simple touch. Raven was a queen, and everyone here was a lowly subject, falling to her feet as if at an altar, begging for a chance at an ecstasy so addicting all it took was one taste to fall victim to the sweet lies whispered off Raven’s lips.
