Page 3 of Sins of Seduction
“It’s not detective anymore. Just Jax will do.” His voice was deep and rich, making her toes curl in her heels.God, she loved the way his voice felt like an intimate caress against her skin. He always had a power to touch her in a way that never required his hands.
The attraction between them hadn’t ever been an issue. She could fuck him from sun up to sun down, but she always needed just a little bit more that he wasn’t willing to budge on.
“I think Lush has exactly what I need to satisfy my appetite.” He brought the hand up that held his drink, letting her see the red wristband that was like a branding mark against his skin.
She’d known what his membership status was, had seen him move through the tiers of Lush, and still it hadn’t prepared her for actually seeing the red band he seemed proud to wear.
“I see things have changed, Pierce.” She murmured up at him, wondering exactly what brought him to Lush tonight. A small part of her hoped he was here for her.
He brought his thumb up against her bottom lip, his eyes darkened as he looked down at her. It was like they were the only two in Lush, though she couldn’t ignore the sounds of pleasure coming from the stage performers. Every moan, every sound of a whip had her core aching in response. “You have no idea, Ms. Wright, but I think it’s better to show you than try and convince you with my words.”
Raven sucked in a sharp breath at what Jax was telling her. She thought she had imagined it—conjured up the words on her own from the ache that settled in between her legs. He wanted to play in her playground, and the idea of Jax in one of the back rooms, his power barely restrained until he could release it, made her pussy clench.
She looked up at him, taking in his black jeans and regular black shirt—seeming to want to blend into the walls of Lush, preferring to watch and be unseen, but Jax wasn’t a man who could stay hidden. He had played college football until he tweaked his meniscus—at six five and two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle that had always looked like it had been sun kissed—the good Catholic boy had a body built for all sorts of sin.
Raven remembered the feel of his lips pressed against her skin, the way his hands knew exactly the right amount of pressure she needed and when she needed it. She may have opened him up to a different type of pleasure, but Raven always swore that beast lingered just beneath the beliefs of his mom and grandparents, and she was going to find out if she was right tonight.
She stepped further into him, ignoring the club around them. She knew exactly what room to take him to, to see how much truth lay behind his words. She gripped his hand that held the glass of whiskey and took it from him. She threw the rest of the liquid back like a shot. It was watered down, which helped it go down smoothly. She grabbed Jax’s hand and guided it in between her legs, letting him get reacquainted with what he once called heaven.
She shuddered at the possessive way he gripped her. “That sounds like a challenge, Pierce,” her smile was sweet and inviting as she took a step away from him before her body took over, and she let him make her climax in the middle of Lush.
“Come,” she reached for his belt and gently tugged him forward. “Let’s play, Pierce.”
My pretty little Raven
Such the temptation.
It’s in the way you swivel your hips
And lick your lips
That leads us all to damnation.
My pretty little Raven
It turns me on watching you
Destroy them with
What lies between your legs.
My pretty little Raven
They’ve coveted what isn’t theirs.
When I clip your wings
Your screams will remind you,
I don’t share.
Jax followed behind Raven, his eyes glued to the roundness of her ass and the way her hips switched back and forth like a pendulum, making him wonder on which side of this challenge he would land. The music from the main room had become significantly lower—a whisper in his ear of what was to come as he walked down a dimly lit hallway.
He felt like he was being led down the road to his damnation, and he hadn’t figured out if his fall from grace would be a good thing or not. His mother always told him never to take candy from strangers or follow pretty girls down dark alleys, and here he was following the devil’s consort herself down a dark and deprived hallway in hopes for another taste of her. Everything he was doing was to get back the woman’s wings he once sought to clip.
They passed two rooms going by the dungeon masters, as they were called, standing guard outside of each room. No one got in unless they had the right color wristband or if the main room was over capacity. He had to give it to Raven, when it came to the safety and operation of Lush, she made sure everything and everyone was covered.
Raven stopped at the last door and Jax chuckled, not surprised that she wouldn’t ease him into this. He’d been coming here for a year and she had known—had to see the nights he signed in but never dared to play. She didn’t believe that he had come here because in her absence his own curiosity and appetite had grown and he couldn’t ignore it any longer.
