Page 49 of When Sinners Dare

“Oh baby, everyone’s here for this.” She runs a finger down my chest and swings her whole body around in front of me, lowering to crouch and swerving her way back up again. Strong, red lips pout, and she runs her tongue over them. “What do you want? Say it, and it’s yours.”

“Not interested. Go try someone else.”

She tries for a while longer, until she finally gets the hint and dances her way across the room for the pole – still looking back at me. Still trying.

I look around again, frowning and searching for the only reason I am here. She’s still nowhere to be seen, and walking in on this was not part of the plan in my head. It’s full of money. The suits on some of these guys probably cost more than I make in six months, and the finish is like some high-end hotel. It doesn’t mean much to me. Too showy, and, regardless of my appetite for women, I’ve never been one for strippers and that kind of fun.

No denying that’s what’s happening here, though.

“Hey.” I look over my shoulder at Mariana as she comes around in front of me and smiles. The look of that pretty much drowns out anything else that’s going down around her. Stunning dark hair. Wide, soulful lips. She blinks and runs her tongue over them. “I didn’t think you were coming. You didn’t answer.”

“Wasn’t sure I was coming until I made a decision to.”

“And what do you think?”

“Of?”

“This place. It’s my baby. All me.”

“Not what I expected.” I glance away from her at a woman’s squeal about something and watch as she’s led down through a doorway out of the main room. “What do you mean all you?”

She turns her back to me and slides her ass in close, rolling it gently to the sound of the music. “I made it. I took an old building and developed all this. They’re my girls.”

My eyes widen, and I keep looking around. “Strip club or whore house?”

“Well, I wouldn’t put it in either of those categories. Somewhere in between perhaps,” she says, as she rounds back to me slowly and drapes her arms round my neck. “Someone woke up.” She licks her lips and pushes her hip bone at my dick. “I must have created the right atmosphere.”

“You don’t need a damned atmosphere to wake that up. You know it, too.”

She beams and spins away from me again, taking hold of my hand to lead me across the room. I keep following and focus on the only ass I’m interested in as it sways. Music gets heavier in vibe as we weave through couples, and the lighting starts darkening down. If she created all this, sex is definitely something she knows how to sell. Not that I’d ever have doubted that.

Before I know it, we’re in a wide hallway, doors off each side of it.

“Waterplay,” she says, pointing at a door. Her hand flicks the other way. “Bondage. Shackles.” She looks back at me. “You like that?” I smirk, watching as she giggles and leads to the next door to point at it. “Blood play. Safe, but naughty.” Another door. “Straight up fucking.” She points at three more doors. “Same. What do you want? Although, I think most of the rooms are occupied, as they should be for opening night.”

“What isn’t occupied? Because I don’t share.” Which instantly brings something into my head I hadn't even considered. My feet stop following. “Wait. You don't do this, do you?”

“What?”

“This Mariana. What these other women are doing.”

A laugh echoes, and she looks back at me. “No. I'm not my mother. This body only takes what it wants to.” She spins fully to look at me and keeps backing along and around corners, still licking her lips, still drawing me along, and still letting me think anything I want about her body. “We’ll need to go this way for privacy.”

She ends up backed against a wall, and whilst I’m not a sharing kinda guy, I’m damn close to just taking what I want from her in the middle of a corridor. What guy wouldn’t with this around us? She teases me about it, too, making sure to keep my hands higher up on her than I want them.

“Not here,” she murmurs.

The wall slides open beside us, and I look sideways to find an elevator. We’re both in it and I’m all over her before the door even closes. I tug at the straps on her dress and push her harder against the mirrored surfaces. Everything’s hot and heavy between us. She’s wrapped around me, one leg going around my waist, and our mouths are connected like they’re never gonna separate.

The door springs open, and she pulls us sideways along a wall, trying to slow me down enough so she can get us somewhere.

“Right here,” I groan, trying to get her leg around me again. “Fuck, I want inside you.”

“No.” She spins away and pushes at a door, opening it.

I glance inside, not caring a fuck what’s there as long as no one else is. There’s barely anything but an empty shell of an apartment, but what’s leaning up against the wall is exactly what we need. I tug at the plastic-covered mattress until it falls to the floor, and then get straight back to where we were heading.

“You’re impatient,” she says.

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