Page 10 of Sinful Desires

Both of the guys didn’t even bother to hide the fact that they were staring at her ass as she walked away. As if sensing this, she over exaggerated her steps, swaying her hips way too much to be believable.

“She was sexy as fuck,” Collin surmised, blowing out a breath and leaning back into the sofa.

“She was alright,” Myles agreed. “But you know what would have made her look even better?” His lips curled into a dark smirk.

“Dead?” I tried, earning me a laugh from Collin.

Myles rolled his eyes as if he was above our childish games. “I’m not into necrophilia,” he snarled like that was public knowledge.

How were we supposed to know what he was into? It wasn’t a huge leap from the things he already did to women. He was certifiably insane.

“Battered and bloody then?” Collin inquired.

His lips stretched into a smile. “Yep.”

I scrunched up my nose. Why would he want to bang a bloody chick? Inflicting pain did have its own appeal, but I couldn’t imagine the coppery substance turning me on.

Before I could dwell on that, Hunter and Jessica entered the room. Her face was blotchy and red, and her brown eyes were glassy and bloodshot like she’d been crying.

He slipped into the chair closest to the entrance and pulled Jessica onto his lap.

“I didn’t know how long you’d be,” Collin said. “So, I picked your food for you. Hope you like stromboli.”

Hunter barely acknowledged him with a nod, his hand resting on Jessica’s thigh as he rubbed soothing circles into her leg.

Annoyance nibbled away at me. Jessica was such a pushover that I bet Hunter could fuck someone right in front of her and she still wouldn’t leave him.

It didn’t take long for the women to arrive. I was knocking the champagne back and setting the flute to the side as they all trickled into the room. One of the girls had long black hair and was covered head to toe in tattoos. She was dressed in a leather halter top with a matching thong that left little to the imagination. Her lips were painted blood red as they stretched into a sensual smile. My gaze followed her movements as she slowly slithered to the stage and started moving her hips to the beat.

The second girl had bright red hair and milky white skin. She looked nothing like the other girl, and a sick thought occurred to me as I was forced to question her age. Innocence radiated off her which was alluring, but she wasn’t innocent; she couldn’t be. Not with a job like this. Her outfit consisted of a light blue glittery skirt that didn’t even cover her ass and was paired with a matching bikini top.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I looked over at Myles who currently had his attention fixed on the dancer. What made him choose the red head? She didn’t seem like she’d be his type.

The third and final girl wore a black, see-through dress that barely reached her thighs. Her light brown hair had been tugged into a messy bun, which gave her a more comfortable look.

The red head looked at us expectantly, her face flushing under the pressure of our gazes.

Jessica’s upper lip pulled back into a snarl as she assessed the three girls. The jealousy was written all over her face, but none of them seemed to mind her judgmental glares.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Collin urged as he looked the brunette up and down hungrily. The neon lighting complimented the girl’s tan skin and made her teeth shine whiter when the lights flashed.

The girl shot him a sensual smile as she sashayed her way over to him. Dropping down onto his lap without hesitation, I was forced to scoot toward the other side of the sofa. Her jasmine perfume attacked my senses, making bile rise to the back of my throat.

“What’s your name?” He pressed, like she’d actually tell him her real name. They never did.

“Gypsy,” she purred, leaning back into him. Her voice was soft and melodic—something Collin liked in a girl. His hands drifted down to her bare thighs where she then proceeded to grind back on him. “What about you?” she asked breathlessly.

His eyes glazed over with lust, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Collin,” he whispered, scraping his teeth against her skin.

I rolled my eyes. Jessica would run and tell Madison about this the first chance she got, so for Collin to be so careless was a bit of a reprieve. Maybe he didn’t care about Madison as much as I thought.

The waitress from earlier strolled back into the room, with another waitress behind her. Their outfits were the same, just different colors. Each girl had two trays in their hands, food and drinks piled on them. They passed them around until we each had a plate except for Jessica, and then they left us to our own devices again.

The rest of the night dragged on. I sat back and watched the women from a distance, and luckily, none of them tried approaching me. A mask of indifference remained plastered to my face aside from when I was eating or talking to the guys.

Jessica clung to Hunter all night, refusing to let him out of her sight for even a moment. By the way his jaw ticked, and his gaze was directed anywhere other than the half-naked girls, it was obvious he was regretting his decision of bringing her.

Collin and Myles on the other hand…were having a field day. To my surprise, Myles seemed to be more attracted to the red head. The girl didn’t seem like she’d be his type, but that was the thing about Myles—he was unpredictable.

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