Page 8 of Sinful Desires

I hated going under these circumstances. The drug had a hold on me, and my balls were aching for release. Add alcohol to the mix, and I was just a means for disaster.

Women were nothing but a means to an end. Their general purpose was to provide men with pleasure. That’s why they were so tempting sometimes. This claim was even backed up in the Bible within the first chapter—assuming you were religious. They were invented to be whores.

Breathing a sigh, I leaned back in my seat. “Club Euphoria,” I decided against my better judgment.

“Now we’re talking.” He grinned, slapping the top of my truck, earning him a scowl. He snorted in amusement at my reaction and turned on his heels before moving back toward his bike.

Rolling my eyes, I put the vehicle in drive again, and started down the road. The only light permitting me to see was the light from my headlights. Everything else was shrouded in darkness.

The club wasn’t much further since we’d raced here at a crazy pace, which resulted in us killing a shit ton of miles. The loud engine of Myles’ motorcycle followed me as we came to a stop in the parking lot.

I grabbed my wallet and climbed out of my truck with Myles following suit. He tugged the helmet from his head and we both walked toward the back of my truck where he proceeded to toss his helmet inside the bed.

Myles dug out a pack of cigs and offered me one, which I accepted graciously before lighting it up and taking a long inhale. My eyes snapped shut as I reveled in the feeling of the smoke within my lungs before I blew it back out into the atmosphere.

We stood there silently for a while, each of us smoking and staring off into space. This was one thing I liked about Myles; the silence was never uncomfortable.

Headlights flashed in the distance as two vehicles rolled into the lot. My jaw ticked as my gaze swept over the brunette in Hunter’s Challenger. I wish I could say that it was surprising that he’d caved and brought her along, but that would be a lie. Jessica was clingy, needy, and persistent.

Collin was different, but the same. He’d do anything to sink himself into a warm body. Since we were at a sex club, it didn’t make sense for him to bring Madison. Despite knowing this, he could also be a little bit unpredictable. Needless to say, it was a pleasant surprise when he showed up with an empty passenger seat.

They each pulled into the spaces next to ours before shuffling out and meeting us near the back of my truck. Hunter had his arm draped around Jessica’s shoulders, her eyes darting around the place with reluctance.

“Let’s go,” Myles said, dropping his cigarette on the ground and stepping on it. “We’ve been waiting on you asshats for a while.”

We actually hadn’t been waiting that long, but Myles could be impatient, which was ironic, because he was easily just the opposite in other situations too.

No one bothered to argue with him as we started toward the entrance. If my body wasn’t currently betraying me, aching to stare at a pair of tits, then I’d probably suggest staying out here in the cold, reveling in the way the air contrasted from the hellfire inside me.

When we ventured through the double doors, the lobby greeted us with a receptionist placed behind it. A bouncer stood to her right, next to a red rope that blocked off our entry. He was a big fucker with bulging arms and a stoic expression.

The music was already booming from the club behind him, and Collin shot me a smirk as his eyes lit up with mischief.

“Where are we?” Jessica hissed, tightening her grip on Hunter’s arm.

Hunter whispered in her ear, probably bullshit words to comfort her before she really lost her shit. No one else bothered to say a word as we approached the desk.

The brunette behind it smiled widely, her gaze raking over Myles in a slow, deliberate manner. My lips twitched in amusement at her obvious attempt of flirting with him. Myles was the last person anyone would want in their bed.

“Can I see some ID?” She questioned, ripping her gaze from Myles and glancing between the rest of us.

“That won’t be necessary,” Collin supplied, nudging his way in between me and Myles. “We’re good friends with Talissa; feel free to give her a call.”

The receptionist had to have been new. She stared at him reluctantly as she had an internal battle with herself. “Name?” She finally asked instead—probably going to make good on Collin’s offer and call.

“Collin Walker.” He shot her one of his famous grins that always seemed to have the women falling to his feet.

I rolled my eyes, unimpressed when her face flushed pink. Finally, she nodded and got to work gathering the wrist bands together. “If Talissa says otherwise, you will be dragged out of this club,” she warned, giving us a pointed look.

“Make that VIP,” Hunter chipped in with an arrogant smile etched into his features.

The music grew louder once we entered the main part of the club. In the center of the room was a large stage with a stripper working the pole with expert precision.

Ripping my gaze from her, I assessed the rest of the room, taking in everything one detail at a time. I’d been here a few times before, but we didn’t come here often.

To the far left of the room was a dance floor with lights flashing above it. Usually, that was Hunter’s favorite spot to be. The dance floor was one of the easiest places in the club to find willing girls that weren’t pretending they liked you just for your money. On the right of the room was the bar with stools adorning the front of it, and a handful of tables littered the area not far from it.

“What the fuck is this place?” Jessica balked, as a woman walked by wearing nothing but blue pasties and a matching G-string.

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