SiNN

SiNN

Tina Donahue

She’s every man’s carnal
fantasy…and the target of one’s revenge.

At a gentleman’s club, Lea dances
as SiNN, her body bared and vulnerable to her male partner, her features hidden
behind a mask. To the men watching, she’s a sensual enigma, submissive and
seductive with no face, name or history. Not even Lea knows her real origins.
But a man from the past does, and he wants her dead.

Not on the watch of U.S. Marshals
Jake Gabriel and Toby Quinn. Commanding and decisive, Jake not only wants Lea’s
safety, but to have her naked and yielding beneath him. To Toby, she’s all he
should resist but cannot. Protected by them at a secluded estate, Lea’s drawn
to their potent masculinity and raw lust. Inviting desire and an emotional
connection, she submits to both, surrendering to their shameless hunger along
with her own wanton needs.

All while a killer edges closer…

Chapter One

She was already on stage when Jake Gabriel came inside, her
naked breasts cupped and caressed by the male dancer’s hands.

Jake stopped mid-step.

From behind, another latecomer bumped into him, wanting Jake
out of the way. He didn’t move. Couldn’t.

This was no ordinary strip joint.

Latin music rich with the strains of an electric guitar,
bass and flute poured from the sound system, the rhythm decidedly unhurried and
sultry, creating an accompaniment to the performance rather than an intrusion.
Subdued lighting bathed the semicircular platform in a hazy glow. Threads of
light glinted off the room’s dark-gold wallpaper, the leather wing chairs
surrounding the stage and the woman’s skin.

Jake’s heart quickened, beating faster than the indolent
music. He scanned her tawny flesh, ripe with good health and youth.

She wore little. Around her slender throat, a delicate gold
chain shimmered in the muted light. Another chain hung from it, travelling down
her torso to her navel where it attached to a diamond. Beneath the jewel, a
series of chains draped her hips, then dipped to her cunt, barely covering it.

With each gentle sway of her body, the dainty chains rolled
left, right, left, exposing snatches of her smooth, waxed mound and a hint of
her cleft.

Forgetting to breathe, Jake hungered for a glimpse of her
sweet opening, her pink lips damp with arousal, separated for a man’s cock.

Her practiced moves and the jewelry hardly allowed that.

Bad, bad girl.

Challenged, Jake stared a bit longer before regarding her
silky thighs and gold heels. A tall woman, the stilettos added another three
inches to her height. The top of her head would most likely come to his
shoulder. He paused once more on her cunt—her rippling body jewelry—before
glancing at her face. She’d hidden it behind an elaborate mask of peacock
feathers in iridescent blues and greens, the plumage revealing no more than her
eyes and mouth. Her plush bottom lip shone dully as though she’d just drawn her
tongue over it.

A pulse ticked hard in Jake’s throat, making swallowing
difficult. He ached to strip her of the mask and the gold finery. The heels she
could damn well keep. Thinking of her long legs wrapped around his, he willed
her to look at him.

She did not. Seemingly oblivious to the forty or so men in
the private room, she kept her gaze above the audience, her back to the male
dancer’s front as she lifted her arms, draping them around his neck, exposing
her bared breasts even more.

Her partner flicked his thumbs over her nipples.

Air hissed through Jake’s teeth.

The male dancer stroked her nipples again.

An unconscious act on his part or was it an element of the
performance? Did she enjoy his touch? The guy was in his mid-twenties, the same
as her, his body ropy with muscles from working out in a gym.

Her curves were lush and natural. Jake liked that.

With a steady thrust of his hips, the guy tapped his body
into hers.

Murmurs of rough male approval rose from the crowd, a
mixture of young and middle-aged men, all affluent. The cover charge for this
private room made certain of that. The chamber was one of three in The Second
Circle, an upscale gentleman’s club in Phoenix. Its name was a tribute to
Dante’s second circle of Hell…what the Italian poet had named lust.

A wise choice for an establishment where the dancer SiNN
performed.

Responding to her partner’s erotic movements, SiNN dipped
her head to the right. Her thick, shiny hair, as brown as cocoa, swept over the
guy’s naked torso. He wore only a gold leather thong.

Was he sporting an erection?

Jake sure as hell was and it was beginning to hurt.

To the left, a TV screen hung from the ceiling, giving the
patrons a better view of the show. SiNN’s coffee-colored areolas had puckered
from her partner’s stroking, making the tips seem that much longer. Jake’s
mouth went dry at the thought of their heat and slightly salty taste on his
tongue, her skin sweetly scented. The camera continued to angle up. He saw a
mole on her collarbone, another just below her jaw line. For a moment, she
seemed to look at him from the screen, her hazel eyes glassy with what appeared
to be desire.

Drawn to her image, Jake stepped closer.

Instantly, a hand gripped his arm. Leaning close, Toby Quinn
whispered in Jake’s ear, “We should wait in her dressing room or outside.”

Not a chance. When Jake had first heard of SiNN’s
performance, he’d been amused at her stage name and what he sensed was no more
than a routine striptease or a pole dance.

How wrong he’d been.

Pulling his arm free, he moved behind the leather chairs.
Each seat cost an extra three hundred bucks for the twenty-minute show. Men of
varying ages filled them, their casual clothing or suits impeccably tailored,
their colognes as pricey.

For those who’d declined to pay the extra fee or had arrived
too late for a chance at a seat, their only option was to stand behind the
chairs. More than twenty men did so. Jake knew he should have regarded them
carefully, assessing any risk as he’d learned during his training.

Guessing Toby was already doing that, Jake’s attention
remained on SiNN.

With the grace of a ballerina, she sank to one knee at the
edge of the stage, her other leg outstretched. The male dancer held her arms
above her head, trapping her in the position, exposing her dewy body to the crowd.
Submissively, she lifted her face to his, revealing her long throat.

Waves of heat battered Jake. He stared at her breasts. The
weighty globes quivered slightly with her heightened breathing. Leather
squeaked as several of the men sat up and leaned forward for a closer look. A
few left their chairs to slip crisp bills beneath the chain caressing SiNN’s
belly and the strands draped over her cunt. Didn’t matter that the money fell
quickly, drifting to the stage. The men simply wanted a chance to get nearer to
SiNN or to capture her attention.

Her hazel eyes made momentary contact with a few. More bills
made their way from the men’s pockets to her body jewelry.

Glancing at the TV screen, the closeup it afforded him, Jake
saw the men hadn’t offered mere tens or twenties as tips. Oh no, these guys
were serious, gifting SiNN with nothing but hundreds.

“Jake.”

Toby. For three years now, Toby had been his friend and
partner in the U.S. Marshals Service, and if Jake had allowed himself any
sentimentality, the younger brother he’d never had and certainly didn’t want
now.

With an equal mixture of reluctance and frustration, he
looked over. At thirty, Toby had the clean-cut features and short blond hair of
someone who was determined to look corporate. Similar to the other guys here
who were also dressed in suits. Like them, Toby was now watching SiNN. His
Adam’s apple bobbed with his hard, lusting swallow, but his expression was far
more neutral than the rest.

Those in their forties and fifties seemed wistful, as though
witnessing a carnal dream they’d never experience in real life. The
Generation-Y crowd leered openly at SiNN. Surprisingly, a few were also
checking out the screens on their pagers or cellphones, though none dared take
pictures of the show. The club would ban a man for life if he did anything that
stupid.

“Aw hell,” the guy to Jake’s left muttered.

He seemed too young for a place like this, given his spiked
black hair and cherubic features. His focus kept darting from the performance
to a baseball game playing on his iPhone.

Jake noticed the others were checking on what appeared to be
stocks or text messages. Many didn’t seem happy at what they saw, especially
one man on the other side of the stage. Cellphone in hand, he read whatever was
on the screen, his Latino features absorbed, his mouth turned down,
accentuating the thin scar on his chin.

So what was his story? His team was losing? His stocks had
plummeted? His wife or girlfriend had texted that he better get his ass home to
take care of their kids?

“We should wait somewhere else,” Toby insisted, his husky
tone undermining his demand.

Jake wasn’t about to leave even if he’d been able. On one
knee, the male dancer now had SiNN’s body draped over his leg, her ass exposed.
Was he going to spank her? Was that part of the act?

The already subdued crowd grew even quieter. A cellphone
rang, playing
Beg for It
by Chris Brown. The phone’s owner shut off the
ringtone promptly, which left only the room’s music. Percussion instruments
joined the guitars and piano, their rhythm accelerating like a quickened pulse.

A bead of perspiration ran down Jake’s neck.

Head bowed, SiNN appeared ready to accept her punishment.
Ass lifted, she seemed to welcome it.

“Jake.”

“I’m not leaving,” he said.

“We shouldn’t—”

“Then don’t.”

SiNN’s partner ran his fingers over her naked
buttocks—rounded and firm. He stroked the furrow between her cheeks, the
fragile chain resting there. The small of her back arched.

Images flooded Jake’s mind of her on all fours before him,
face lowered, legs spread, willingly offering him her juicy cunt. She’d smell
of female need and animal lust. Her opening would be hot, tight, wet…his cock,
rigid and thick. He’d ease inside her inch by inch until her flesh hugged the
root of his shaft and his balls tapped her ass. Would she enjoy that or did she
prefer a man to take her quick and rough, pretend dangerous, like a fucking
modern-day pirate?

At the thought, Jake went dizzy with need.

Again, Toby leaned close to speak.

Jake stopped him before he could, muttering, “If you don’t
want to stay, go outside and have a cigarette.”

“You know I don’t smoke.”

“Maybe it’s time you learned.” Jake stepped away, ignoring
Toby and the duty that had brought them here tonight.

The male dancer lifted a paddle from the edge of the stage.
The object was small and covered in black material. Velvet?

“Go on,” a man in the crowd urged. “Give it to her good.”

Jake shot the guy a frown. A faint crack sounded, followed
by a buzz of approval from the spectators. Jake watched the male dancer
bringing the paddle down once more. SiNN’s buttocks vibrated slightly with the
measured discipline, its noise barely registering past the music.

It still seemed too loud to Jake. He waited for her wince of
pain.

The corners of her mouth tilted up in a feral smile. She
lifted her buttocks, wordlessly begging for more.

Jesus. Jake’s cock stiffened to the point of discomfort. His
balls ached. SiNN’s partner continued to discipline her in an impossibly erotic
manner, interrupting the paddling to run his fingers over her spanked cheeks,
now faintly pink. Her mouth fell open on a pleasured gasp. The young man
trailed his hand over the swell of her breast. As she mewed in delight, he
began punishing her again, and by the looks of it, arousing her even more.

One of the guys who’d been texting stopped to applaud.
Others followed, the noise competing with the Latin music. Men of all ages
flung hundred dollar bills onto the stage, proving this part of the performance
was a success they wouldn’t soon forget.

A good thing for an erotic dancer who called herself SiNN.
Not so good for a young woman who was known as Lea Baptista outside this club.

She was on Cubrero’s hit list. She had once been in witness
protection.

She should be keeping the lowest of profiles.

As wantonly as she could, Lea whimpered for the audience’s
pleasure. In response, Kit again cupped her ass, his fingers caressing her
spanked cheeks.

Appreciative murmurs pulsed through the cozy room.

Experience told Lea it wasn’t yet enough. The men wouldn’t
be satisfied until Kit chastised and displayed her in every way possible.
Despite their lewd desire, she maintained her calm, so unlike those first days
she’d performed as SiNN. Then, she’d been all too aware of her own nudity, the
hungry look in too many eyes.

Tonight, she concentrated on the act. The money she needed.

Waiting until the drone of voices subsided, Lea parted her
lips, pulling in a measured breath. As the crowd grew even quieter, she lifted
her face, but didn’t allow herself to look directly at any of the men. Trained
to tease, she had to make them ache for the moment when her eyes would connect
with and linger on theirs, the wait encouraging them to open their wallets a
bit more.

Predictably, several guys left their chairs to fling tips
onto the stage. Like confetti, the crisp bills showered down on her and Kit, a
sweet young man who wanted to flee Phoenix for Hollywood and an acting career.
Because of his ailing mother, he worked here so he could take care of her.

Sorrow for his delayed dreams sluiced through Lea as she
awaited his fingers on her nipple. When he rolled the tip between his thumb and
forefinger, she inhaled deeply, catching her light melon fragrance and those of
heated male bodies heady with musk. Beneath it was the distinctive odor of
liquor.

The music slowed, its torrid beat becoming tame once more,
signaling her to behave even more submissively. What many of the patrons liked
most, witnessing her on her knees before Kit, arms entwined around his muscular
legs, her cheek on his hard thigh, her face raised, lips parted, nearly
touching his groin.

At that point, only those in need of Viagra would fail to
sport an erection. With rigid cocks, they’d fantasize about mounting, using,
enjoying or punishing her.

How close were they now to losing control?

Curious, Lea glanced at the men in the wing chairs. They no
longer noticed their cellphones and drinks. Her breasts, ass and what they
could see of her cunt were all that they cared for now. Some looked expectant
as though they hoped she’d remove the body jewelry, showing them her naked
pussy, the flesh waxed to smoothness and oh so vulnerable.