Teach Me: Sinful Desires by Sienna Mynx Read Free Book Online

There was sparse lighting. Dim, it set a seductive appeal over the dark contemporary furnishings. It was reflected in the polished floors.
    A striking woman stood behind a grey and black stone-carved podium rooted to the floor. The small lamp that smoothed out the lettering of her guest registry cast the woman’s heart-shaped face in half-shadows. Her eyes lifted slowly, registering Destini’s arrival. When she smiled, her ruby-glossed lips parted to reveal a display of dazzling white teeth.
    “Welcome to Ajani.”
    “Hi,” Destini rushed out, then reigned her eager fumble in. “Hello,” she said.
    “Ms.?”
    “They call me Rain.”
    The woman’s gaze flickered appreciation and then gleamed with a little of the heat that the two bouncers radiated in their stare. “Let me help you out of your coat, Rain.”
    The hostess stepped around the podium. She was tall, but the four-inch spiked heels made her an Amazon. She wore a small, fitted leather dress with one shoulder and high hem. Her dark hair floated in loose curls around her face. She circled Destini, trailing a swirl of warm floral fragrance that was quite seductive. Destini’s shoulders slumped to shrug her coat off, but the woman’s touch stayed the action. She eased in close. Her nipples brushed Destini’s back intentionally. She leaned in until they were cheek to cheek and ran her hands up her arms. “Oh, please. Allow me the pleasure, sweetheart,” she breathed.
    Destini gulped. The urge to object was a hard swallow. She tensed. The hostess’ hands dropped on her shoulders and then slipped down the front lapels, a touch above her cleavage, before parting the coat. It peeled away easily, exposing her bare shoulders, the high hemline to her dress, and the split that went all the way to her hipbone on either side. She couldn’t wear underwear with her dress. No g-string was thin enough and no bra low enough. She knew this woman sensed it.
    The idea of a woman… well, let’s just say it did nothing for Destini. Her brain started firing off questions as panic welled, and the hostess remained close.
    What’s the matter, Destini? She’s sexy and she evidently has eyes for you. Flirt a little. It’s what Rain would do. That’s right, you think Rain isn’t you. After tonight we shall see.
    “First time?” the woman asked, sashaying away. The moment passed.
    Destini let go a slow breath of relief. Maybe she was over reacting? This woman wasn’t flirting. She was beautiful. Surely she was into a woman who was her equal.
    “Yes… yes it is.”
    The hostess’ lashes remained still, shielding her penetrating gaze. She ran her tongue over her top lip. “A virgin, hmmm…you came on the right night, cherry . Step inside. I’ll keep this coat warm for you,” she said, stroking Destini’s coat with a lover’s touch.
    The woman chewed on her bottom lip as if she wanted to say more. What more could there be? Destini noticed how the hostess’ eyes lingered on the tops of her cleavage before finally making the climb to look at her face. She decided to ignore the dark swirl of lust. But there was no mistaking the sexual tension it brought.
    No wonder Naiya loves this place, Destini. It sure does wonders for a girl’s ego.
    Destini headed through the curtain, parting it with her hand. Another short hall awaited. Again, a hunk of a man greeted her. He however, was shirtless, a leather collar fastened around his neck with a long link chain that attached to the belt secured on his tight-fitted leather pants. He wore a bandit’s mask, which made the topaz beauty of his eyes pop. She stepped toward him, slowly. The man licked a very kissable pair of lips. What awaited her next?
    A new stranger bowed. His arm went behind him, and the door was pushed open. She sucked in courage. He stepped aside, she felt his gaze burning through her. She forced her legs to move. The soft blow of a saxophone blended with the bluesy voice of Billie Holiday that permeated the