SINFUL CRUSADE

AURORA

One second I was in his arms, watching him rub my fluid all over his dick—that turned me on in unimaginable ways—and in another second I was tossed on one of the revolving leather chairs, the force making it spin gently, only giving me seconds to piece my senses together before Adrian stopped the spinning chair and turned me to him, never failing to make heat rise as his eyes suspended over my body.

“Undress.”

I sat up, my thighs intuitively clenching to each other, as I gazed at him thoughtfully. “What?”

Purple leaked to my cheeks at the thought alone.

The bar room of brown and purple had turned into a blur of colors because all my eyes could take shape of was Adrian, and that humongous thing in his hand. I can’t believe I’ve survived having that thing in me more than once, his reverse albert piercing glinting in the dim lighting.

His cinnamon-ginger scent had stolen the show but with detectable traces of smoke, leather,