As we approach the entrance, the pulsating beat of the music reverberates through the ground beneath us, drawing us into the seductive world that awaits inside. The velvet rope is unclipped by the imposing bouncer, and we descend down the dimly lit stairs, leaving the ordinary world behind.
The moment we enter the club, we're enveloped by its intoxicating atmosphere. The leaden lighting casts shadows on the writhing bodies around us, while the music sends vibrations echoing through my very core. My eyes are immediately drawn to the sultry performances taking place on the elaborate stage–dancers in barely-there outfits moving with hypnotic grace, their bodies entwined like serpents tempting their prey.
“Wow,” I breathe, feeling Armando's hand on the small of my back as he guides me further into the club. “This place is... intense.”
“Intense can be good, Hannah,” he murmurs close to my ear, sending shivers down my neck.
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest as I take in the sights around me. Couples and groups indulge in various acts of pleasure, emboldened by the club's unapologetically sinful nature.
“Do I look?” I begin. “Or is it rude?” I don’t know the rules. I don’t want to look like the inexperienced sex club virgin I clearly am.
“Shh,” he whispers, his fingers brushing against my cheek. “Don't overthink it. Just let the atmosphere guide you. You aren’t going to do anything wrong.”
I close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and allowing myself to be carried away by the symphony of sensations that surround us. The heat of Armando's body pressed against mine, the taste of the anticipation on my lips, the sound of the music that sends shivers down my spine–all of it combines into an experience unlike anything I've ever felt before.
As we continue to explore the depths of Sins, my desire for Armando grows stronger with each passing moment. I can feel the electricity between us, our bodies drawn together like magnets as we navigate this seductive world that seems to exist solely to ignite our passion. My senses are heightened, every movement and sound feeling like an electric current running through my body.
“There they are,” I say, motioning toward the VIP section where Leo, Marco, and their dates are seated. The ruby-red velvet ropes surrounding the exclusive area make it feel even more alluring.
“Ah,” Armando's voice is smooth and confident, a stark contrast to the tightness in my chest as we approach the table. He leads me by the hand, his grip firm yet reassuring.
“Mando! Hannah!” Marco exclaims, his warm smile welcoming us as he rises from his seat. “Glad you could make it.”
“Your ass didn’t give me much of a choice,” Armando replies, pulling me closer to him as if to remind everyone present that I am his.
“Let me introduce you to our lovely company for the night,” Marco continues, gesturing to the two stunning women sitting beside him. “Isabella and Valentina.”
“Nice to meet you both,” I offer, doing my best to appear at ease in this unfamiliar environment. Both women appraise me with curiosity, likely wondering how someone like me ended up with a man like Armando.
“Likewise,” Valentina purrs, her eyes flicking to Armando with interest before returning to me. I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, despite knowing it's unfounded.
“Let's get some drinks,” Armando suggests, sensing the need to break the tension. “What's everyone having?”
“Champagne for Valentina and me,” Isabella chimes in, batting her long, fake lashes.
“Whiskey on the rocks,” Leo adds, his voice deep and commanding.
“Make it two,” Marco agrees, his focus momentarily shifting from Valentina's barely-there dress.
Armando nods, glancing at me expectantly.
“Um, I'll have a glass of red wine, please,” I say, feeling decidedly out of place among this group.
Armando brushes his thumb over my knuckles before turning to the waiter who has just arrived. “You heard the lady–one glass of your finest red wine, two whiskeys on the rocks, two champagnes, and for me... a scotch, neat.”
The waiter scribbles down our orders before disappearing into the shadows.
“Here's to a night we won't soon forget,” Leo proposes as soon as our drinks are delivered, raising his glass in anticipation.
“Cheers to that,” Marco agrees, the clink of our glasses a sharp contrast to the pulsating music surrounding us. We drink deeply, the potent concoctions fueling the fire that's already burning within each of us.
As the alcohol courses through my veins, my inhibitions start to dissolve, replaced by a growing hunger for everything this night has to offer. There’s so much to see. So much to feel.
“You okay?” Armando leans to my ear and asks.
I nod. “It’s a lot to take in.”
“Let’s go for a walk. Take a look around.” Armando takes my hand and leads me through the throng of bodies, his confidence and presence commanding the space around us. As we reach an open spot, he turns to face me, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
