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Sin Society

"He skates one arm up my back, placing his firm grip at my nape and pulling me into a kiss. I'm not usually huge on public displays, but I can't help myself, melting into him completely. He turns his head slightly, moving to deepen the kiss and I open my mouth to him. A small moan escapes me which he deftly swallows. I feel his other hand creeping up my front as his fingertips slip below my bikini top and heat explodes deep within me. If I weren't already in a hot tub I would undoubtedly be wet at the contact." Genvieve Dubois has built a new life for herself. After moving away from the toxicity of tinsel town to start college to become an investigative reporter, she finds success in the true crime world - which proves helpful as tragedy strikes when her sister is brutally attacked while attending Windsor University back in Hollywood. Gen moves back home, going undercover to crack the mystery of what happened to her sister, but runs into some unexpected secrets buried within the lore of Windsor University's High Society. One of those secrets quickly becomes; who exactly is Lexington Wells? Blue-eyed bad boy and all-around campus heartthrob. What exactly does he want with Genvieve? Can Gen crack the case before she's exposed?

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Deadly Sin Twenty-Two

Genvieve

Lexington takes us into yet another room I haven't laid eyes on before, closing the door and locking it behind me. Letting my eyes peek up I find them quickly pouring over my surroundings. This room looks like a fucking torture chamber.

"Lex?"

"Quiet."

He doesn't insist I kneel, but busies himself with adjusting the room. First, he dims the lighting for the front half of the room while turning on additional spotlights in the space. The first one that he turns on focuses on the St. Andrew's Cross, which I recognize immediately.

This one, in particular, looks like it's made for this intended purpose. The polished oak finish covers each arm of the cross while the center is covered in padded leather. If one doesn't know what this device is used for, the straps on the arm of each cross would probably sort them out. I feel my mouth drying at the prospect.