Seduced: Den of Sin Boxed Set 1

by Mel Blue

  Re-entering the dating game? Really? Or was she just here to get a quick fix or that extra something that would satisfy her a bit longer while she protected her heart from cheating and lying bastards?

  With her mind made up, Kristina slid off the bar stool and adjusted her white mini-dress as it had ridden up along her thighs when she took a seat. She pushed some wayward hair strands out of her face and behind her ear, gained her composure, and blended with the bulk of attendees in the ballroom.

  ***

  “Are you ready to play?” Trixie, the attractive redhead asked, sliding her creamy thighs between Travis’s legs.

  Travis paused in his answer, giving her another once over as she toyed with the top buttons on his shirt. Her skin was flawless and tanned just like his. He was used to seeing women like Trixie, eager enough to let him have his own way in the bedroom. What would make this experience extraordinary was the other bombshell that Trixie brought along with her.

  “Well…” Trixie’s partner, Tanya, chimed in. Tanya was more aggressive of these two and her fingers had accidently brushed the semi-readiness behind his zipper more than once since the moment they’d cornered him upon his arrival in the ballroom.

  He’d also dated numerous Tanya-types in his past. As a matter of fact, he preferred her type. Beautiful African American bombshells who could rival any high-end fashion model. Tanya had ebony legs for days that looked like they could wrap around his waist twice.

  Trixie and Tanya had come to the Den of Sin together hoping to enjoy the thrill of having a man back in their bed. According to them, they hadn’t had a real dick inside them in over a year and this event was the perfect place to get that and more. They needed some spice in their life and in exchange he could have two women at the same time in one night. After all, he only had one night left in New Orleans. And according to Mr. Beaudelaire’s invitation, this was his last chance. He might as well make this worth his time.

  Which brought him back to his reason for being here. What did his brother think he could find here that couldn’t be found in the busy metropolitan area of Tampa…or any other major city for that matter? Just because Nathan had found his wife at this place didn’t mean Travis could do the same.

  The crowd parted on the dance floor as the slow sultry song ended and another begin. In that instant, Travis looked up through the sea of bodies and instantly locked eyes with a tall temptress whose composure sent a spark of heat up his spine.

  She wore a white mini-dress that clung to her curves suggestively but with taste. The gold jewelry she donned sparkled under the glowing spheres hanging from the ceiling and complimented the majestic hazel color of her eyes. Her hair was charcoal—almost jet black. It was flowing freely against her shoulders and lay straight and flat. The neatness afforded her a sophisticated edge. She was perfect—like a gift wrapped with care and waiting to be peeled open. Her skin reminded him of the smooth fine texture of coffee beans. The tone even complimented lithe, but shapely legs that had him thinking about more than just wrapping them around his waist.

  When his gaze fell on her face again, her brows became furrowed as she also paused in her journey across the ballroom. Even with the great distance between them, he could tell she was exquisite.

  As she passed by, Travis couldn’t help but stare and suddenly the voices of the two women on either side of him was drowned out by the gravitating pull toward this temptress.

  She dropped her gaze as she passed by, moving a bit quicker than she had when he’d first spotted her.

  The instant her back turned to him, his manhood swelled in his pants. It hadn’t done that all night and that was odd given the type of place this was. Her round ass moved with and not against the tight fabric of her dress. Black hair swished against the exposed top half her shoulders and spine. Her legs were bare and they moved with confidence and purpose.

  Travis’s cock twitched again and he swallowed. “Excuse me, ladies.” He stood up, ignoring the grumbles from the two women who he no longer knew by name. “Enjoy your night together. I must leave now.”

  He was sure they were horny and pissed, but if there were consequences, he’d deal with that later.

  Travis followed his temptress to the opposite end of the ballroom, where she stopped in front of the floor legend. He paused in his pursuit as well and stood several feet behind her. All he could do was stare, wondering why he felt like a young dude still wet behind the ears and running after his first piece of tail. The last time he’d drooled at the mouth over a woman was back in high school.

  She tilted her head to the side as if checking to see if he was behind her. If that was in fact her purpose she turned it quickly again, averting her attention to the hotel legend.

  What was he waiting for? He’d arrived here just for this reason. To indulge his fantasies at the Den of Sin. He approached her, although she did not immediately look up from the diagram on the podium labeling every level and every main area of kink.

  Finally she turned making direct eye contact. She pursed her lips as she observed him. Her brows nearly came together again as she appeared deep in thought.

  “Am I in your way?” she asked calmly.

  Her voice was beautiful and he could have sworn he’d heard it before.

  “Not at all.” He smiled. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

  She blushed and looked away shyly. “I don’t think so.”

  “I’d like to know you.” He gestured to the legend with his hand. “Which floor were you headed to?”

  “I’m not interested in a ménage,” she said, quickly.

  “Excuse me?”

  “I saw you. I’m not headed to your level.”

  He chuckled softly. “Then how about I head to yours?”

  She smiled and her face brightened up. “Only if you can guess which one that is…”

  “I’d rather not take a wild guess.” Travis held out his hand. “Can I buy some clues?”

  Apprehension marked her heart-shaped face. If she were having second doubts about him, she didn’t have them for very long. The Temptress gave her answer by placing a small, perfectly manicured hand into his.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Kristina still found this event and the fact that she was in attendance very surreal. What made it even more bizarre was that this man—Travis Brenden—was not a stranger to her at all. She knew him.

  Not very well, but she at least knew his name, where he worked, and that he had a million dollar net worth in fortunes. Why did the obvious sexual agenda of this man not bother her? Why did her heart beat feverishly as though she were about to engage in some illegal action where the consequences were not light? And why did his hand feel so warm and secure locked with hers?

  This had been the same reaction she’d had to him when they’d met over a year ago, but their encounter had been short. The business meeting with his company and her firm that brought them together the first time allowed for nothing else other than…business.

  They’d shared two electrifying handshakes—one upon introduction and the other after the business deal was finalized. She remembered the encounter like it was yesterday. She and her team had negotiated a multi-million dollar contract with Mr. Brenden and his executive board to retain his services on a project. The negotiations had lasted a straight seven hours. There were heated discussions and disagreements between her colleagues and that of Mr. Brenden’s.

  She remembered this day like it was yesterday. Still it seemed that the Travis Brenden didn’t remember her.

  They entered the garden area which was just off of the ballroom. The emerald and pristine garden sat right in the center of The Beaudelaire. The roof had been opened up and the moon and stars in the night sky created a romantic glow on the roaming vines, tall shrubs, and assortment of flowers.

  “You’ve been here before, haven’t you?” she asked.

  “This is my first time actually.”

  They hadn’t even been in each other’s presence ten minu
tes and his voice still struck sensitive nerves within her body—and in a good way.

  “Looks like you know your way around.”

  “It was on the legend,” he replied, glancing at her from the side under hooded eyes.

  His eyes were a stark aqua blue. When she’d first caught sight of him in the ballroom, the unique colored had her rooted to the floor just as it had done in the boardroom. Between it and his chiseled facial structure, she couldn’t help but to be caught up in a trance. His skin was tanned as though he’d spent countless hours directly under the sun. He had unruly hair the color of chestnut which was cut short and well-groomed for the occasion. She barely knew him, only what she’d learned about him and his company prior to the business meeting and what she’d observed in the boardroom that day almost two years ago.

  It didn’t take them long to find their own private corner within the maze of the beautiful indoor garden. The bench he found was hidden among tall vines and near a small accent pond. The sounds of the faux waterfall sliding against the stacked stones above it brought some small measure of tranquility to her.

  “What can you tell me about yourself?” he asked when they were both seated with their backs settled against the bench. “Any clues to help pinpoint your fetish?”

  She laughed. “Fetish? I never really thought of my preference as a fetish before.”

  “Then it’s something you enjoy often…?”

  “You could say that.”

  He quirked an eyebrow. “I imagine there are three types of people here tonight. The ones who regularly indulge in their kinks, the ones who have never indulged at all, and the ones who don’t know what their kink of choice is one way or the other. Which subset do you fit into?”

  Kristina bit her bottom lip and pretended to think long and hard. Naturally she was an affectionate person when it came to men, but luckily her work kept her busy enough and thus she’d maintained her celibacy after all this time. “I’m not sure any of those subtypes fit me to the “T”. Isn’t there a fourth type?”

  He winked. “I guess the fourth type would be you.”

  “And yourself?” She couldn’t help but to ask.

  “I indulge regularly.”

  At least he was honest. “Fair enough.”

  “Tell me more about yourself.”

  “Hmmm,” she smiled, teasingly. “My favorite color is white, I like eating mangos, the beach is my sanctuary, I love foreplay, and I enjoy a challenge.”

  He grinned. “How random. You’re going to make this hard for me, aren’t you?”

  “You can always buy some more clues?” She stole a glance at him. “Speaking of…”

  “You want real currency…or something else?” His tone of voice came across as suggestive.

  “I’m not opposed to either,” she said almost too quickly, surprising herself.

  Her calf accidently brushed his leg as she crossed her own. His stark blue gaze instantly fell to her exposed skin. The way he slowly appraised her turned her limbs to putty. It was a good thing she was sitting.

  “Beautiful ankle bracelet,” he said, pointing to the gold jewelry adorning the top of her feet.

  “I visit Puerto Rico quite often. It’s my birth place. There’s a store nearby my childhood home that sells a lot of trinkets and souvenirs. Every time I go, I buy another charm for my bracelet. I went just this past summer and added the starfish.”

  “Interesting.” He bent to admire the bracelet, his fingers gliding along her bare ankle. “You love the finer things in life then?”

  A warm jolt ran up her spine as he looked up at her with a devilish grin. “Of course.”

  “This charm is of the letter K,” he said, his digits still sliding under the bracelet and against her ankle. “Is this the letter of your first name or last?”

  This time her neck heated in embarrassment. She was such an amateur when it came to this. Why hadn’t she taken the bracelet off before coming to an event that called for anonymity?

  Kristina uncrossed her legs in an attempt to move her ankle from his fever-inducing touch. “You’re relentless, aren’t you?”

  He rose again, rubbing his chin while assessing her. “Why is it that I feel I know you from somewhere?”

  She swallowed, partly wishing that she’d ran and not walked in the other direction when she saw him. Twenty minutes ago, he was surrounded by two women with their legs all over his thighs. She thought she was safe since he was obviously occupied, but little did she know then that Travis would follow her and claim to remember her.

  “You must have me confused with someone else,” she said. For her sake, it would be better if they kept their anonymity.

  He stroked the underside of her chin tenderly. “There is no possible way that I could have confused this beautiful face with someone else’s. Or those eyes that seem to have a naughty agenda behind them. Or those lips and sexy voice that can tempt any man to surrender…”

  She smiled. “All these things come in handy when business deals must be made.”

  “You lure people in with your charisma? Is that your secret, Temptress?”

  “I have many.”

  “A woman with many secrets….I like that. I’d like to make a deal here tonight. Will you be my guest?”

  Kristina blushed and tried to look away, but he parted his fingers and slipped his palm against her neck.

  “Well…?” His lips were close to hers and his breath was cool against her face. “Like you, I enjoy a challenge.”

  “I can see that you’re also a smooth-talker with your women. No wonder you had two on your lap.”

  “You have one of my secrets, Temptress, and now I have one of yours. Tell me what leads you to this place.”

  “I can show you a whole lot better,” she teased.

  His lips spread into a slow seductive smile. “I do love a woman with the power to persuade.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Travis couldn’t keep her eyes off the Temptress’ face and beautiful body. He could admire her for hours and never get tired of her charm. When she stood and began to lead the way he measured every delectable curve. He imagined how good her supple flesh would feel gripped in his hands while holding her steady to accept his cock.

  He licked his lips in appreciation of her backside and the way her tight dress had ridden way up her thighs. She seemed a little taller now that they were so close, but the stilettos she wore could have very well added at least four inches to her height.

  She turned her head slightly and looked at him from under long dark eyelashes. “You like what you see?”

  His cock twitched and his balls tightened. “I love it.”

  Suddenly, she stopped and turned around. “So tell me…how often do you indulge with women like me?” She pursed her lips and lifted an eyebrow.

  “I have never met a woman like you. One that could make a man drop everything around him the moment she walks into a room.”

  She laughed softly. “That’s very good…but that’s not what I was referring to.”

  He walked up against her until her back was solid against the glass wall of the garden. Both of their bodies were extremely warm and their breathing came in eager pants. His hard cock pressed up against her belly. He hadn’t realized it this much before but he wanted her with a passion. “Let’s not beat about the bush. Not tonight. When I spotted you in that ballroom, I knew I had to have you. I will do whatever it is you want of me. Now tell me…what are you referring to?”

  The Temptress licked her lips slowly, her pink tongue gliding across the seam. “I’m probably much sassier than you’re used to and perhaps you enjoy a little chocolate with your milk.”

  “Oh, I get it…” He held her close, his palms on either side of her hips. “I actually prefer dark milk chocolate. Especially when it’s sweet and sassy.”

  “Well, then…” She bit her at her bottom lip. “Since we’re on the same page—”

  Travis couldn’t help himself and he crushed his lips to
hers. Her mouth was soft as silk and she opened instantly to him. A soft sigh escaped her and he felt her body relax against him. She tasted sweet, like fucking berries. He pushed into her, meeting her tongue in the middle. He kneaded her soft ass through the dress and she moaned against him. The fabric became too much of a barrier and he slid his hands up under her dress.

  “Shit,” he moaned as she pushed her pelvis against his throbbing cock.

  She slipped her palms against the back of his neck and pulled him down to meet her for another deep kiss. He could smell her heated arousal mixed with his own lust. If he was given only one choice here and now, he would have chosen to please her and only her all night long.

  “I bet you’re wet,” he groaned into her neck, tracing the front of her panties.

  She gasped. “See for yourself.”

  “And once I do, you’re mine and only mine tonight.” He peeled the front of the flimsy silk undergarment aside.

  She pressed herself against his hand, inviting him to explore further.

  Travis slid a finger between her wet slit, testing the firmness of her clit. His balls were painfully taut and tightened even more when she released a strangled cry of pleasure. He dipped into her hot center, pushing two digits into her and stopping just short of her G-spot. The moment he began stroking her bud of pleasure, she began shuddering against him.

  He moaned. “Damn, you’re so tight.”

  She panted heavily. “Oh, my God.”

  “If you fit this tightly around my cock, I’d have one heck of a time holding my own.” He pumped into her slowly, expertly hitting her pleasure spot. “You’re dripping wet, but I can make you wetter.”