Sinful Beasts – Sin City Beasts Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
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I take her to a rooftop dance club, another trendy little spot that I figure she’s probably never been to. What I don’t expect is the way her eyes go wide when she sees where we are. Pressing up against me, she whispers so I can barely hear her over the music.

“I don’t know how to dance.”

Of course she doesn’t. I should have thought of that. “It’s okay,” I tell her. “Dancing is easy; you just move to the music. I’ll show you.”

Fortunately, there’s a slow song right now. I take her hand and lead her out among the other dancers, and she cuddles up against me, our bodies swaying in unison, her head just under my chin.

She feels so right in my arms. So fucking perfect. I close my eyes and sear this moment into my brain, so I’ll never forget it.

When the music changes to “Cake by the Ocean,” I let her go and show her the basics. Not surprisingly, she catches on quickly and in no time is dancing like she’s done it all her life, her body moving sinuously to the rhythm. Fuck, she is one sexy woman, and she doesn’t even know it.

But she will. I’ll make sure of it.

We dance a few more songs before I lead her off to where the drinks are. She just wants water, sensible as she is, so I have some too. My eye is drawn to the far corner of the roof, which is shrouded in shadows, and I smile.

I’ve just thought of the perfect way to further broaden her horizons.

AVA

“What are you smiling about?” I ask.

Gray’s eyes are doing their best fallen angel impression. “Would you like to be naughty?”

A shiver of excitement runs through me before I nod my head, eager to go along with whatever put that look on his face.

He takes my hand and leads me around the dancers in the center of the floor, until we’re in the far corner. The club is already dimly lit, and there are some tall potted plants in this spot that block even that light to create an oasis of darkness. The burgundy of my dress seems to swallow it up.

Gray backs us into the corner, right up against the plants, so we’re hidden from everyone else. His lips find my ear. “Tell me, pretty Ava. Are you wearing the lingerie I got you?”

My face heats, and I’m glad he can’t see it. “Yes. I felt wicked putting it on, but also beautiful. I wanted to run my hands all over myself.”

“You should,” he says. His finger slides under the edge of my dress, on my shoulder, and rubs back and forth over the strap of my bra. I shiver with delight. “Do you touch your pussy when you’re alone, Ava?”

I suck in a breath. I’ve never used that word, not even in my thoughts. “Sometimes I touch myself down there,” I whisper. If he only knew how often he’s been the impetus for that particular activity.

“Down there? You need some naughty words to go with your thoughts and deeds.” His hand slides over the silky fabric at my hip, sending chills across my skin. “Say ‘pussy’ for me.”

It’s surprisingly difficult to comply, which makes me even more determined to overcome whatever block is in my mind. “Pussy,” I manage after a few long moments, and my voice cracks.

“Good girl. I’m proud of you.” He turns me so I’m facing out, my back to his front. “Do you rub your clit?”

Another tremor runs through me. “Yes.”

“Have you made yourself come?”

“Yes,” I tell him, both embarrassed and vaguely proud.

“Good. I want you to let me touch you there.”

This time, my gasp is loud enough that everyone should hear me. “Right now?”

“Yes. Right here, right now, while everyone is dancing just a few feet away.”

Pure electricity runs through my veins, turning my blood hot. This will be by far the most sinful thing I have ever done. Erik touched me there, but we were in private, with no one else around. “Okay.”

“Yes?” he says.

I love that he wants to be sure. “Touch me, Gray.”

“Brave Ava.” His hand slides up my thigh, under my dress, and over my panties, until he finds my center, his fingers brushing over the lacy scrap of fabric that shields that sensitive spot. My clit.

It feels so good, and I jerk against him and suppress a moan. He strokes me gently, back and forth, then circles my clit. I squirm against him, my body already trying to find its release.

His other arm wraps around my waist, holding my close against him, and then his hand slips inside my panties and cups my bare flesh.

My head goes back against his shoulder, and I breathe hard and fast, eyes closed, trying to let my system adjust to the shock. There is no turning back, not now, not after this. This must be what it was like for Adam and Eve in the garden when they ate the apple. A veil’s been torn from my eyes, and I see things clearly for the first time.


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