SINNERS 24

Milady

Those cerulean eyes seemed imprinted in my brain or probably taunting me, I wouldn’t put it past the Devil. That little moment during my audition, Jack appeared so tasty that I would have given up the tease and jumped his bones right there and then, it wasn’t Real.

Why would I care to ravish a man that I despise?

He devoured the essence within me, feeding off of me without my permission. Jack doesn’t harbour any emotions and neither do I. Then why the hell do I feel all muddled up and confused? Numerous questions flooded my brain and I couldn’t even find a simple answer to any of them. One thing is Crystal Clear, we both had Demons that restrained us from moving any further. I desired to sleep with him and only that but somehow deep down it felt like a lie.

Jack dominated the underworld, people quaked in fear at the mention of his name and he savoured the taste like aged wine. Jack Vasilief, the name itself held immense power. His caramel honey glazed curls, dark chocolate stubble that I adored when they grazed against my skin, making me shiver in pleasure.

Jack’s kisses were dominating and rough, it demolished my soul with each taste of delicious spices and bourbon. His dick didn’t even leave my mind, all I craved to do was taste it over and over and have it all, the size of Godzilla. I have seen a lot of dicks and none of them made an impression the way his did, hungry and massive in all the best ways possible. Maybe I should rename it King Beast cause it had to triumph every other guy. This infinite game of sexual tension always charged the energy between us but I wouldn’t be the one to give in first, what better way to destroy him than to take his control.

‘Earth to the new girl!’ a bitchy toned brunette snapped.

Rolling my eyes at the skimpy two piece she sported, a thong and lacy bra that still displayed her nipples. Skunk might as well go naked to the crowd. Don’t get me wrong, I am not judging anyone that loves to tease a man but why should I defend a personality that is trash. Staring at my black boots that were encrusted with gold studs, white silky tank top hidden beneath midnight leather jacket and matching leather tights that stuck to my legs like a second skin. The counter that my feet rested on had numerable amounts of things scattered, makeup and lingerie. Bulbs of lights dressed the mirror and it highlighted my luscious onyx waves, sage coated eyes that glittered with mischief and something that I knew all too well, torment.

‘Yes, princess slut,’ I snickered.

She scoffed, walking further towards me. Her overly tan skin blinding my vision, face decorated like a clown, dark crimson lips and dull brown eyes that just added to her bland appearance.

Princess pointed her index finger accusingly at me, ’Listen here woman, I run this show and if you think,’ before she could even complete her sentence, I grabbed that terrible manicured finger and bended it backwards.

Her whimpers and dramatic cries filled the room while the other dancers just gawked at us, my face resembled annoyance and disinterest at the same time towards her childish antics.

‘Call me a slut again I will pull out your nails one by one before cutting all your fingers off. This isn’t school, don’t undermine everyone here. You are a whore who likes getting attention, nothing is wrong with loving men but don’t pretend like you own this club because darling you are just a pair of big tits to them,’ I added, letting go of her finger.

Her jaw dropped before disgust morphed her features, she didn’t bother to give a response, at least she had a brain. Clapping soon echoed throughout the dressing room, mainly the loud claps erupted from the door. There stood a man with gingerbread eyes that made the simple act of baking appeal to me. He leaned against the doorframe with a smirk on his plush lips, staring at him through the mirror seemed all the more intriguing. Raising my eyebrow at his amused muscular figure, a wicked grin on his luscious lips and sleek inky waves. His matching suit made me realise that he is someone of importance, maybe he is exactly what I am looking for.

‘Impressive,’ his honeyed voice praised, walking further towards me until he stood behind me.

No words were exchanged as we continued to stare at each other, his height slightly taller than mine and his muscles not as humungous as Jack’s. WHY am I even comparing.

The stranger teased my skin, running his knuckles down my cheek delicately that made me take in the harshness of his skin. The touch of rough, icy skin which I didn’t like, Jack’s is always searing hot that it resembled fire gliding across my skin.

‘You are truly exquisite, what is your name?’ he hummed, staring with fascination into my eyes before twirling a lock of my hair between his fingers.

I smirked, ’You give me yours and I will give you mine,’ His movements halted as he stared astonished into the mirror.

It Didn’t last long before a devious smile appeared on his soft lips, ’I like you!’

‘Its Bane,’ his deep voice stated.

I knew that name, the name Jack kept screaming and yelling to annihilate. The Bastard that took his sister and I knew that he had to find me captivating. Standing up from my seat, indeed his height is a little over me. Within those milk chocolate eyes held a lot more than secrets to the underworld and I am about to dive into them.

‘Alex Hemsworth,’ I smiled, analysing him from head to toe. One should know that I am an expert at deceiving people but when it came to Jack, he saw through me.

‘Well Alex you are definitely a catch, I am glad my men hired you,’ he added, tracing his finger along my bicep, while his hungry gaze focused on my breasts.

‘I needed the money, so thank God you guys hired me,’ I faked, plastering an innocent smile upon my lips.

‘Something tells me you are much more dangerous than that sweet smile you have on,’ he said.

Leaning into his figure, my lips near his ear. ’Guess that’s for you to figure out,’ I seductively whispered.

His muscles visibly tensed, the sound of teeth grinding filled my ears and the hooded expression of lust of his features blinding my view.

‘You are going to be my favourite,’ he teased.

‘Are you sure fake tits isn’t, she seems pretty confident in her position here,’ I smirked, motioning towards the princess with a sour expression on her face.

Bane rolled his eyes, ’She is just the club’s whore, she sleeps any guy because they have balls.’

‘Nothing wrong with loving Dick Bane,’ I smirked, tugging on my bottom lip.

‘God, where have you been all my life,’ he announced, desire oozing from his body.

‘In your dreams,’ I replied.

Bane smiled, almost amused with my entire presence. ’Well, I came here to find a substitute waitress but I think you will do just fine.’

‘Dress Code?’

‘We are short staffed and in the midst of a rush so what your wearing is fine since I can make every outline of your curves,’ he smugly added.

‘Bane, if I didn’t know any better. I would guess that you only want to see my body,’ I teased.

‘That’s because I want to,’ his honeyed voice stated before walking out of the room.

Bane is truly a devious man, its entirely appealing but knowing who he really is, a bastard. That is enough to put me off of him and frankly flirting with the enemy seems idiotic but, in my book, it is strategic and will make me establish the whereabouts of this club easier.

There wasn’t any ground to make an error, getting closer to Bane will lead me one step closer to Valentina. Walking back into the obsidian and butterscotch themed gentlemen’s club, nothing matched the dingy Cherry Pop.

This had pure class despite the strippers, it is an elegant strip club. When I scanned my surroundings, the most clothed girl in here is me. Following Bane was a safer option, he stopped at a bar and conversed with a brunette guy. The conversation didn’t last more than a minute when he pointed at me and the brunette nodded his head in agreement to Bane.

After about an hour of serving drinks, I was just about to kill all these shits who thought they had permission to slap my ass. Near the stage is where the most powerful gathered, captivated by the woman dancing. When I stared at a new group that took their seats on the plush leather coach, a familiar face arose.

The one that I knew for approximately twenty minutes. His vivid ocean blue eyes and silky honeyed waves that situated on the top and strands cascading upon his forehead. A smirk played on his cherry plush lips that always appealed to me, the soft pillows that everyone wanted to dive into. Signature ebony slacks and a white formal shirt that had the sleeves rolled up, his muscles were defined even if they weren’t gigantic.

Benjamin was slightly shorter than Jack but he towered over me non the less, that lean sexy look did add to his appeal.

Benjamin grinned as I neared, a naughty one might I add. ‘Sweetheart, I think I want some bourbon.’

Swaying my hips as I neared him, I could visibly see him attempting to control his laughter. Bending down, I gave him ample view of my exposed breasts that anyone could see due to me not wearing a bra. Benjamin wasted no time in checking them out, imaging then in his hands.

‘Sweetheart, what did you say,’ I teased.

Oh, but Benjamin knew how to play, leaning in closer to my bent figure. His hot breath fanning my body while he whispered,’ I said, can I have a bobrun darling.’

His eyes had a sparkle in them, almost amused by our little game or assumed that he will be the winner. I didn’t waste time in straddling his waist, pushing him flush into the back rest, I leaned into him. My nipples perked from all the teasing as he drew his bottom lip seductively into his mouth, warmth enclosing my waist before moving towards my ass. He squeezed the flesh before his wandering hands went under my shirt while my lips descended upon his milky neck. The scent of men’s cologne and cigar embedded in his skin and I loved the taste when I licked the front of his neck.

Benjamin breathily moaned as I grinded my hips against him, feeling the outline of his member near my body. He is big and I loved anything that involved big things. Kissing the line, up his neck to his jaw before I landed on his lips.

Tugging on the pillow soft whiskey tasting lips, I bit his bottom lip and nibbled on the silkiness.

‘He sent you,’ I questioned, colliding our lips as my fingers ran through his hair.

Benjamin played with my breast, twisting my nipples between his fingers while gazing at me with lust. ‘I’m sad, your giving me a hard on while asking about Jack. Way to deflate my boner,’ his husky voice stated before drawing one hand over my covered ‘Treasure.’

A silent moan escaped my lips as I drew my hand over his hardened dick, ‘Benjamin,’ I gritted.

He twisted my nipple before tugging on my neck, ‘I’m surprised you are not saying Jack,’ he teased.

Gripping his locks painfully, I pulled them backwards so that he could stare at me.

‘Ow, Ow. Yes, he did,’ Benjamin whined.

Realising his curls, I moved towards his ear, nipping at the lope before whispering, ‘Tell him that Bane has taken a liking towards me.’

Benjamin shot me a look of curiosity before scrunching his perfectly shaped brows together while licking his bruised lips. ‘What are you going to do?’

‘Whatever I have to,’ I replied, pecking his sweet lips.