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A Web Of Lies: Secret Sins Club One

A Web Of Lies: Secret Sins Club One

Author:Elena Parks

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Introduction
GIANCARLO VERRAZZANO lives a life forged out of the sins of his past. There is no going back. Or so he thought... Young Elise of the Von Schillers was sent to Gian so he could mentor her secretly. A cynic to love, she manages to draw him in with her innocent charm and cheeky wit, and it is seriously impairing his duties. When he learned that an old enemy has come back to the city, he has to expose her identity for her own sake even though it will force him to confess his connection to a secret – an exclusive club that caters to the darkest secrets of tortured souls... ELISE SOLER is dreading the day she must face the world as a Von Schiller. And she fights being spoiled by her over-protective and uber-hot mentor, Gian, who is sweetly serious about his responsibilities that it’s driving her nuts. She can never believe the nasty rumors she hears about him because, under his blanket of protection, she has never felt more safe… especially with the spate of young women being kidnapped in the city and a possible up and about serial killer no one seems to catch. But when he himself confesses about the Secret Sins Club, she has to step back and see with unbiased eyes the real man lurking behind the beautiful mask ...
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“CAN I JOIN YOU?”

I looked up from my Cosmo drink to see the man standing next to my bar stool. I perked up right away. Even in the dim light inside the bar, I could see that he was tall and extraordinarily handsome. He was dressed casually in a black Levi’s jacket, a white shirt, and jeans, and he carried them well, too. His smell was great, and his smile was sexy.

But it was his voice, low-key, vibrating but clear even with the low hum of conversation in the bar—the timbre of the voice after sex. And soft music playing in the background boosted the intimate mood. I supposed it was meant to. This was a usual pick-up point for young people looking for casual sex.

And I smiled. I didn’t think I would be lucky tonight. He’s a hot stud walking on boots. “Sure.”

He sat down on the stool next to mine. We started to chat, and it was a conversation heavily tinged with flirtation. We didn’t even have to stay there long or get heavy with the flirtation. People who came here wanted only one thing, and both of us knew the game so well.

So, the next hour found ourselves in a hotel room, naked, sweat glowing on our skin as we fucked hot and hard. It was coming the moment he asked to sit beside me…

But tonight was different.

He wasn’t like the others.

He stayed to talk to me. To tease more and flirt more. Weird… but I also did not want to leave him as I always do in the past. It was a rule, and I was breaking it with this guy. I might never see this incredible stud again.

Our conversation turned to secret cravings.

I had caught early on that he wasn’t ordinary. His clothes and speech said he had a wealthy background. He acted and talked ‘money.’ I couldn’t just ask, though. Going out to exclusive high-end bars as I had been doing, people didn’t ask those invasive questions. It could drive away potential hookups and could shun me out of places I had meticulously worked so hard to get into.

But there was some information he provided without being asked. He really must have enjoyed me as this was just the first night and I got what I had been hunting for a long time now.

A way to get recruited to an ultra-exclusive, secret elite club that catered to scandalous liaisons and tabooed fetishes.

“Oh my god… yeah, I heard about that. So that secret sex den really exists? “

He nodded. “Yes, it does. This life is fought with much stress, you know.“ He winked at me. “There is always a need to unwind, to be naughty and play… with our adult secret fantasies. What’s your secret fantasy, Nyleen?”

I couldn’t believe I actually gave him my real name earlier. As I’d said, he’s different. He could take from me whatever he wanted just with the use of his tongue… and I felt my body flush at the memory of how he did exactly that. He said his name was Emile. He did not give me his last name. I didn’t believe it was his real name. I always gave a false name so why would anyone not do the same?

“I already told you…” I felt myself blush.

“Is that your dirtiest secret?”

I shook my head.

“What is your dirtiest secret?”

I took a deep breath. “The same, but I want it to be literally dirty, harsh, dark¸ smelly even if that can be managed. I covered my face with my hands and mock-screamed. He was laughing as he pulled my hands away.

“Don’t do that. I like it.”

“To get brutally raped in an alley or a ditch or… or an old, abandoned building miles away from people? Have cuts and bruises and maybe…” I shivered, “a few broken ribs… I don’t care. As long as I don’t die or get seriously injured that I couldn’t get back to work. Who wants that?”

His hand continued to calmly caress my back as if we were talking about the weather while we wind down, not about a seriously fucked up fetish. “A woman who wants to let go of boundaries to someone she can absolutely trust. A woman who wants, for once, to let go of her culpability and just let someone else take good care of her. A woman who can play in the dark doing the dirtiest of deeds without the consequence of… let’s say… death? There’s a reason why it’s a secret, dummy. We can’t let the priests and false prophets know. They’ll be too envious they’d set as on fire on a pyre, as they do saints.”

I giggled at his analogy. Then I sobered, as I then realized what he was actually telling me. My breath got caught in my throat as the craving hit me. But it was hard to believe it. Only the crazy understand other crazies. As he’d said, there’s a reason why it’s a secret… this club. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked, still holding my breath.

He laughed, sexy and amused. “You told me your secret fantasy. You are beautiful, a wonderful fuck, and so, so hot. And… you’re a nurse. I don’t think you’ll find it that hard to fit in with… you know—the bloody outcome of what turns you on.”

My eyes dimmed slightly as I felt the warm surge of arousal down there. “If you’re telling me these things anyway… I’d love to hear more. How can I be a member, for instance, so I can finally indulge in my secret… sin? “

“There's an initiation.”

Excitement definitely was a good aphrodisiac. “What is it? No, I don’t care what it is. I know I’ll survive it. Tell me more, please.”

“Ah-ah. Not right away. You have to watch a video first, so you’ll know what you’re getting into. “

I bit my lower lip. I had been through the dark web, into private forums and closed threads. There was only one standard video watched by initiates of the sex den rumored in those forums. “I think I know which one. Trina Cheng’s? “

“Yes.” His forehead furrowed slightly. “You think you can survive what she’d survived?”

I closed my eyes to the sensation brought by the memory of what I had watched. She, Trina Cheng, was the reason I started to believe I could possibly indulge in and survive my secret fantasy. “Ohhh, yes!”

He laughed softly, then moaned, his hand sliding down between us to cup my sex. I instantly melted to his touch. As he slid two fingers into me, deep, I rocked against his hand. “Uuhhh, baby, you're turning me on again.”

I threw my head on the pillow as he worked to make me cum, because I was already sopping wet with the conversation, and it didn’t take much…

“Emile…!” I gasped as a liquid fire of pleasure bolted through me, my back leaving the bed in an arc as I let it overcome me.

When it passed, I rolled over and the next moment I was on top of him… rubbing my sweet spot to his rock-hard shaft, loving the pain of it tickling my swollen and super-sensitive clit. “Tell me more,” I asked breathlessly.

“Harder first,” said Emile, his eyelids drooping.

I obeyed, closing my eyes at both pain and bliss. “Ooohhhh… will you help me get in this club, Emile? Please… give me hope, at least…?”

As his hands started to explore me again, he nodded. I gasped when he squeezed both breasts rather harshly with his hands, only to soothe by slowly flicking the hardened nipples. “Now, where were we?” he asked in a voice slightly bored but humming with the promise of gratification that was about to happen again. He squeezed a breast painfully, and blood shot through my veins. I moaned…

And I proceeded to remind him where we exactly were at…