Series: Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“So what do we do at this sex club?” she asks, her voice husky.
“Whatever we want,” I say, sucking her bottom lip.
She rolls her hips, grinding against me. “What if I want to have sex for all to see?” she mouths against my mouth.
“That's fine. Just know I go back to prison afterwards,” I groan, lifting my hips.
She puts her hands on my chest, pinning me to the bed as she moves up and down, taking me deep into her. I feel her nails digging into my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight as I thrust up into her.
“Why prison?” she asks, her voice breathy.
“I'd have to kill any man who saw you naked,” I answer, pushing up harder.
I speed up my thrusts, my grip so tight it's almost painful. I can feel her tightening around me, her body ready to explode.
“Then we can watch? Will that keep you out of prison?”
“We can watch, Flowers. Maybe. I might kill the man you watch, however.”
“Well then maybe I'm going to just have to keep you distracted,” she says as she cries out as I thrust even harder.
“I'm counting on it. Keep me out of prison, baby girl. That's your task for the night.”
“Deal,” she moans, convulsing around me as I erupt inside her.
Chapter Nineteen
Hannah
The city lights dance on the black car's tinted windows as we pull up to Sins, Chicago's notorious erotic nightclub, and one of Marco’s favorite stomping grounds, according to Armando. He insisted on hiring a town car to take us, and it is an indulgence I’m not used to. I glance at Armando, his chiseled jawline and piercing eyes making my heart race. His tailored suit hugs his muscular frame, radiating an air of dominance and mystery that has me captivated.
“Ready?” Armando asks, his voice low and commanding. I nod, tugging at the hem of my little black dress. The plunging neckline and daring slit up the side make me feel both vulnerable and powerful, and I'm eager to see what the night has in store for us.
I would never have pegged myself as someone who would willingly enter a sex club, but I’m excited. I also love the idea that I’m getting to enter on the arm of Armando as his date. Like a couple. Like boyfriend and girlfriend. Marco didn’t just invite Armando. He invited his woman too.
As we approach the entrance, the pulsating beat of the music reverberates through the ground beneath us, drawing us into the seductive world that awaits inside. The velvet rope is unclipped by the imposing bouncer, and we descend down the dimly lit stairs, leaving the ordinary world behind.
The moment we enter the club, we're enveloped by its intoxicating atmosphere. The leaden lighting casts shadows on the writhing bodies around us, while the music sends vibrations echoing through my very core. My eyes are immediately drawn to the sultry performances taking place on the elaborate stage–dancers in barely-there outfits moving with hypnotic grace, their bodies entwined like serpents tempting their prey.
“Wow,” I breathe, feeling Armando's hand on the small of my back as he guides me further into the club. “This place is... intense.”
“Intense can be good, Hannah,” he murmurs close to my ear, sending shivers down my neck.
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest as I take in the sights around me. Couples and groups indulge in various acts of pleasure, emboldened by the club's unapologetically sinful nature.
“Do I look?” I begin. “Or is it rude?” I don’t know the rules. I don’t want to look like the inexperienced sex club virgin I clearly am.
“Shh,” he whispers, his fingers brushing against my cheek. “Don't overthink it. Just let the atmosphere guide you. You aren’t going to do anything wrong.”
I close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and allowing myself to be carried away by the symphony of sensations that surround us. The heat of Armando's body pressed against mine, the taste of the anticipation on my lips, the sound of the music that sends shivers down my spine–all of it combines into an experience unlike anything I've ever felt before.
As we continue to explore the depths of Sins, my desire for Armando grows stronger with each passing moment. I can feel the electricity between us, our bodies drawn together like magnets as we navigate this seductive world that seems to exist solely to ignite our passion. My senses are heightened, every movement and sound feeling like an electric current running through my body.
“There they are,” I say, motioning toward the VIP section where Leo, Marco, and their dates are seated. The ruby-red velvet ropes surrounding the exclusive area make it feel even more alluring.
“Ah,” Armando's voice is smooth and confident, a stark contrast to the tightness in my chest as we approach the table. He leads me by the hand, his grip firm yet reassuring.