At his sharp inhale, I step out of his grasp, tugging on the leash again. I giggle as we continue.
I’m pretty sure I’ve found my inner sex goddess.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, kitten.” His whisper rumbles over me as we reach security at the bottom of the stairs.
The guard immediately opens the ribbon, nodding deferentially. “Lounge seven has been prepared for you.”
Continuing up the stairs, I turn to grin at him. He’s a step below me, leaving us eye to eye. “Why would this be dangerous?” I ask innocently, brushing my fingers down his exposed neck.
He growls, catching my fingers, and in one fluid motion, he spins me so that my back hits his chest. My hands are locked in his, and goosebumps break out over my body when I hear his dark chuckle against my ear. “Go ahead. Keep teasing, sweetness. It’s only going to make it that much better when you’re begging me to let you come.”
Heat shoots to my core, and I forget how to breathe.
He lets me go just long enough to spin me back, only to hook an arm around my thighs. In the next heartbeat, he lifts me over his shoulder, slapping my assonce. His hand settles at the junction of my ass and thighs, shielding what my skirt doesn’t cover.
I giggle. “This isn’t very sex club behavior.”
Sin’s voice is as rough as gravel. “Kitten, if I look at your ass for another second, I’m going to bend you over these stairs and fuck it, and then I’ll have to kill everyone here for watching.”
He strides through the upstairs hallway, only putting me down when he reaches the door for lounge seven.
My mouth goes dry as I take in the space. The entire room is black, save for a red velvet wall that’s covered in an assortment of whips and other toys. Black leather couches line the walls, and the far side of the room opens to a balcony overlooking the dancefloor.
Sin shuts the door behind us, and I clear my throat. “We should try and spot our target,” I note, ignoring the wall of sex and walking over to the balcony.
Silently, he stalks after me. The heat of his body warms mine, but he doesn’t touch me. Instead, he grasps the railing on either side of me, sending flutters through my stomach.
Still, he doesn’t make a move.
Releasing a shuddering breath, I scan the crowd, even as my body is on high alert, primed for his touch.
Sin finds her first, pointing out a girl working at the bar. Her face is covered by a black devil mask.
“How can you be sure?”
“I didn’t see her face when she entered the club, but I haven’t seen any other employees with long red hair. The shifters watching the building didn’t spot any redheads either,” Sin answers simply.
“Fair enough. What now?” I ask, figuring that will have to be enough to go off.
“Now, you watch our target,” he whispers directly over the shell of my ear.
I don’t understand why there’s so much heat in his words until he lets go of the railing, and his body heat disappears.
In my next breath, Sin has my skirt lifted and legs spread. He pushes my thong to the side, only to lick my pussy from behind.
I gasp, trying to turn around and look at him, but his hands band around my thighs, holding me tight. I only catch a glimpse of his mask, which he’s lifted onto the top of his head.
He pauses, glancing up from my ass to purr, “The target kitten, don’t stop watching the target, or you might lose her.”
My pulse races. The balcony railing comes up to my waist, and the black metalwork that makes up the balusters is woven tightly enough that no one can see what Sin’s doing.
Sin must be reading my emotions, because he doesn’t start touching me again until I mentally decide that I’m okay with this.
“Hold on to the railing, kitten,” he commands, and heat flutters in my core.
The moment I’ve clasped onto the metal bar, his face presses obscenely into my ass as he eats me out from behind. His tongue dives into my center, and my back arches.
“But I thought we weren’t going to have sex,” I manage to gasp out.
