Page 32 of House of Sin
Elona winked. “Exactly. Life imitates farce, darling.”
The room swelled with laughter again. That was our magic. It wasn’t just the perfume, the silk, or the practiced touch, it was this: the sisterhood of women who had nothing, and still gave each other everything.
As the night wore on, the customers started arriving, their presence always bringing a palpable shift to the energy of the brothel. Then the door creaked open again and a man stepped through, tall and rough cut. His coat hung heavy with rain, his boots were muddy, and his jawline was sharp enough to make a nun reconsider her vows. He looked like he’d been in far too many fights but won just enough of them to walk into a brothel like ours and think he could afford not to kneel.
Elona and I noticed him at the same time.
“Trouble,” she whispered under her breath.
“Delicious trouble,” I corrected, already straightening, my attention fixed on him as I crossed the room.
He looked me over as I introduced myself, his intense eyes locking on to mine, as if assessing me, sizing me up and cataloging every inch of me.
“Looking for something?” I asked.
The sound of his voice sent a ripple through me, “I believe I’ve found it.”
My thoughts ran wild, racing ahead into dangerous territory.Me too.The things I would let him do, the ways I could unravel for him—it all flashed through my mind, vivid and tempting. A faint smile curved my lips, the thought lingering just long enough to betray itself in my expression. I didn’t need to speak; he saw it. I knew he did.
I glanced toward Elona, giving her the signal.
She caught it instantly, stepping in with effortless confidence. Her hand slid across his chest, fingers tracing the fabric. The touch was casual, claiming, but her laughter, her flirtation, it was all part of the dance we’d perfected.
And I was more than willing to watch the show.
“Fifty for the night,” I said, as Elona played with his collar, her fingers trailing over his chest with predatory grace.
He gave a single nod. “That works. I just need a place to disappear for a while.”
“Then welcome to paradise, sweetheart.” Elona teased, already guiding him to the stairs.
I gave Emil a subtle nod, signaling for him to take charge while I stepped back to observe, lingering just behind them, content to watch from the shadows and witness what was about to unfold.
Elona turned to face him, the low light settling over her, catching the red silk as it followed the lines of her body. She paused just inside the room, letting him take her in, holding there as if the moment belonged to her. As the door closed behind us with a soft click, I slipped into the corner, hidden from view, an audience to their performance and eager to witness every moment.
“Come here,” she said softly. He crossed the room, his gaze fixed on her with the desperate hunger of a man who hasn’t eaten in days, and sat at the edge of the bed.
Elona moved to him, her fingers finding the buttons of his shirt. She worked them free one by one,exposing his chest slowly. Leaning in, she brushed her breath against his skin and kissed him gently.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispered, her lips brushing his neck.
His eyes darkened. “I just want to forget.”
Her smile was softened as she looked at him. “Then let’s make you forget everything.”
Her hands traced over him, following the shape of his body as his chest rose and fell. His breath hitched when her mouth found the hollow beneath his collarbone. She lingered there, pressing a kiss, tasting him, claiming him between heartbeats.
“I want you to touch me,” she breathed against him. “Every inch of me.” She slid the straps of her dress from her shoulders, the fabric surrendering, falling slowly to her waist.
Elona pressed her body against his, and their lips met again in a soft, tentative kiss. It was electric, igniting a fire within the room. She guided his hands to her waist, encouraging him to explore. “Touch me,” she begged.
He stood in one swift motion, unfastened his belt, and stepped out of his trousers before sitting backdown on the bed. His hands roamed across her back, pulling her close to him until her nipples brushed his lips, his hot breath playfully teasing them to life. He gave a firm flick of his tongue, sending a shock of arousal throughout her body, her eager moans drawing my hands down between my thighs as I leaned my body firmly against the wall.
The kiss deepened, and I lost myself in the moment, surrendering to the passion that engulfed them. I could feel the world outside fading away, leaving only the three of us in our own cocoon of intimacy.
He reached for her hips, lifting her as her legs wrapped around him. His hands were large, hesitant at first, until she pressed closer. Then the hesitation was gone and the kiss deepened with a fierce hunger, as though they were trying to taste each other’s soul.
His hands roamed down her back, gripping her curves. Their bodies moving in a rising rhythm, hips finding hips, friction sparking with every grind, every breathless gasp.
