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)
“Maybe a little of both,” I admit, feeling bold under the euphoria of the night. Our eyes lock, and for a moment, everything else fades away–the music, the people, our friends. It's just us, and the undeniable connection that's been growing stronger since the moment we met.
He watches me intently, his gaze dark and possessive, feeding the fire within me. I can feel his need for control, his desire to protect me, even in this chaotic world we've chosen to explore together.
As we dance, I catch sight of Marco and Leo at the edge of the dance floor, their laughter mingling with the music. Their dates have moved closer, body language open and inviting, as they engage in flirtatious banter. Leo brushes a strand of hair behind his date's ear, his smile all charm and mischief, while Marco leans in to whisper something that makes his date giggle and blush.
Every now and then, they glance over at Armando and me, their approving smiles telling me that they're happy to see us together.
I place my hand on his chest as the music continues to pound around us. “Let's take a break from dancing and explore more of Sins. I'm curious to see what else this place has to offer.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, his dark eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation.
“Absolutely,” I reply with a smile, feeling a thrill race through me at the thought of venturing deeper into this mysterious world. “I want to experience everything tonight.”
“Just don’t put me back in prison,” Armando says, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk as he takes my hand.
As we weave our way through the heated crowd, I notice how other patrons are drawn to Armando–both men and women alike. He exudes a raw power that is impossible to ignore, and I feel a surge of pride knowing that he's mine for the night.
We discover hidden rooms and secret corners where couples and groups engage in even more sinful activities than those taking place on the main floor. The scent of sweat and arousal fills the air, along with the low hum of moans and whispers carrying the secrets of the night.
“Look at them,” I murmur into his ear, as I nod towards a couple entwined together on a velvet chaise lounge. “They're lost in their passion, completely unaware of the world around them.”
“That’s how I feel with you,” Armando confesses. “Everything else is blocked out.”
My heart pounds in my chest as I turn to face him. I pull him into one of the secluded alcoves that line the perimeter of the club. It's dimly lit and hidden from view, offering us a moment of privacy amidst the chaos.
He kisses me deeply, his hands slipping around my waist as he pulls me closer.
My fingers trail up his chest to cradle his jaw. His gaze never leaves mine as we stand on the precipice of surrender.
“I’d fuck you here,” I whisper, closing the distance between us as our lips meet in a searing, passionate kiss. “But I want to keep you locked up with me. Nowhere else.”
Our mouths move together, tongues exploring and tasting each other, as the heat between us grows more intense with each passing second. Armando grips my hips tightly, pulling me flush against him, so I feel his arousal pressing against my thigh.
“I can’t share you, Flowers. At least not yet. I’m a greedy bastard that wants that hot piece of ass of yours to myself,” he says, his voice rough with desire as he rests his forehead against mine. “But I promise that when I get you home, I’m going to have you screaming out my name.”
“Promise?”
“Fucking count on it,” he replies, his eyes dark and full of promise.
We emerge from the shadows, our hearts still racing from our passionate exchange, and make our way back to the VIP table. As we approach, I see Leo regaling everyone with a story, his hands animated as he narrates some wild experience. Marco, sitting beside him, nods along in agreement while their dates listen with rapt attention.
“Ah, there you two are!” Leo exclaims, spotting us. “We were just discussing the unique... entertainment Sins has to offer.”
“Unique is certainly one word for it,” Armando agrees, a wry smile playing on his lips as he pulls out a chair for me. I slide into the seat, feeling the buzz of excitement and anticipation still coursing through my veins.
As the conversation continues, laughter and teasing filling the air, I can't help but steal glances at Armando. The connection between us has only grown stronger tonight, and I can feel the heat of his gaze on me, even when I'm not looking directly at him. His strong hand rests on my thigh, a silent promise of what's to come.
But also a certain kind of… possession.