Sinners & Gin – Top Shelf Read online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
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Or would this be my final kiss?

Regardless, I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want it to end. And I also knew that I needed to allow this stranger to be in control of when it did. He was saving me. Protecting me.

The man pulled away enough to nip my lip as his eyes looked over my shoulder again. He released my hair but moved his hand to my lower back, pulling me even closer to him if that were even possible.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he directed.

I did as he instructed. My body trembled, and my breathing came out in small puffs of air. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I could feel the pulse in my neck as a mixture of desire and terror blended to an inexplicable tonic of need and hunger for more.

No.

No.

I needed to run away.

But I couldn’t. Not just because of my father, but because of this stranger.

I was trapped. Captured by his hold, his commands, and his entire presence. I couldn’t leave him.

I didn’t want to leave him.

I could hear the seductive moans of other kitties nearby. I wanted the moans to be my own. I wanted to purr for this man. I wanted to dig my claws into his back and unleash my fear… to break free from this suffocating bubble I lived in.

Champagne, this stranger, the need to act out against my father’s hold, and sexual lust were a deadly combination.

3

Matthew

“I should go… I have to…” Aria managed to take a couple of steps backwards.

“Stop,” I said as I closed the tiny distance between us. My eyes locked with Aria, and any resistance she could have offered was swallowed up by a thick and overpowering sexual desire that couldn’t be denied.

She opened her mouth to argue. I knew she wanted to, but at the same time, I could feel in my own highly charged libido that she didn’t want to break the spell that we most certainly had between us. The energy in the room sizzled with lust. Even the Pope himself would have struggled to remain chaste in this sinner’s den.

When I arrived at the party, it didn’t take me long to spot Aria among the guests. I already knew from my past experience at some of Vittorio’s parties that his precious daughter would often sneak inside for a few minutes’ debauchery viewing and then quickly disappear into the shadows. I knew I had to act fast if my plan for the night were going to work.

I took Aria’s hand and led her away from the main room to find the princess’s bedroom. I grabbed one of the goodie bags that were lined up on the side table as we passed it. Yes, I had no doubt I would find the tools of the trade for the night inside.

“Let’s go have a little fun away from the chance of Daddy Dearest seeing us. Show me your room.”

“If he finds us…” was her only retort.

I expected more resistance from her, but I was also pleasantly surprised that my plan was coming together so easily.

Sneaking away into her bedroom upstairs, far from the party, wasn’t as difficult as I worried it would be. All the security remained on guard outside, and anyone who had passed the threshold of the mansion was considered vetted, so there was no real need for Vittorio’s goons to remain present for the festivities.

As we entered Aria’s room, I smelled her arousal when I pushed her onto the bed without asking permission or trying to seduce in any way. I hated awkward conversation and wooing.

I didn’t woo.

I ripped off her dress and panties with little care for her comfort or even an ounce of gentle caress.

Tonight was about me.

Tonight would be about taking what wasn’t mine.

Fuck you, Vittorio Costa. Your daughter will be mine.

I was the hunter and she was the prey.

A shame really. That she would be the innocent victim in this sick and twisted game that I would win.

Collateral damage.

But again… tonight was about me, so I pushed any guilt or shameful thoughts to the dark recesses of my soul.

Pulling the pink wig from her head and easing the mask from her face, tossing both aside, I could almost taste the sexual need of the dark-haired beauty splayed naked across the bed. Her silken curls concealed parts of her breasts, allowing her hard nipples to peek between her cascading hair. Her tan body glistened in the moonlight reflecting the night’s snow outside the window as she writhed in want.

“What’s your name?” she questioned.

“Tonight’s not about that,” I answered softly.

“I want your name.”

“Yes, we all want things we can’t have, princess.”

I had been secretly watching this little girl—Aria—for a few days in preparation. It sickened me knowing Vittorio’s blood ran through her veins, and she would have to pay the price for his actions. Her sweet smile. Her angelic appearance. The way she drank entirely too much throughout the evening to ease what was clearly discomfort due to being in a room with such rampant sexual dynamics. She was curious, even longing for the kink. But she didn’t belong. She was pure and innocent. That much was obvious.


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