Delicious Sinn

By Adrianna Dane

Two men, born with a Montana-bred sense of adventure. Neither stays, both leave to make their fortune. Each walked a different line, made different choices. Both ended up in Seattle. One a jaded and scarred rocker with no dreams left; the other a young photo journalist who has a gift for dealing with wild things.

Both men have secrets. But one night's chance encounter in a Seattle nightclub, will likely change their lives forever....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dream Romantic Unlimited LLC
• Release date: Feb 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301050888

Adrianna Dane

Adrianna Dane has been putting pen to paper since the age of ten. She currently resides in the state of Washington. She has a great fondness for using a fountain pen when writing her first drafts. Hobby interests are varied, including photography and traveling. The first defining love story Adrianna read back in junior high school was "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte, and that set her on the road to her long-standing love affair with books of all genres. Her inspiration in writing often can be found by listening to song lyrics, from hard rock to classical, and reading poetry by such poets as Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Edgar Allen Poe, and Ranier Maria Rilke. But finding inspiration for her stories truly has no boundaries for Adrianna. In 2006, her dark fantasy GLBT story, Body Parts, won its category in the Dream Realm Awards. Adrianna has written more than 100 stories, short, novella, and novel length, delving into many facets of the human condition - contemporary, futuristic, and fantasy, and all the flavors therein and in between. In other words, wherever the story and the characters, as well as their intricate stories, take her imagination, then her pen and/or computer keyboard, are sure to follow.

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Fuck me, beat me, you’ll never keep me. A strong bass and gut-pounding drumbeat pulsed and throbbed through the nightclub igniting the dancers.

The blond surged forward and cupped a hand around the nape of his dance partner, yanked him forward and ground his mouth against his partner's lips. The shorter, younger man was engulfed by the more assertive, tall blond. A thin reed blown, claimed, and tossed about by the fierce tornado; it gobbled him up with little compassion. Lust - dance lust - blood lust. Crushing force. The music screamed, it jarred, it incited.

No way to break me, no way to destroy me. It’ll be me killing you first.

Blinding yellow and red lights strobed across the dancers. Will remained intrigued by the potent foreplay occurring on the dance floor. The smaller man with the straggly purple and black hair was no match for the more dominant blond. The younger man easily gave way beneath the dynamic dark energy of the rocker. Will surmised there was no way for him not to break beneath the driving onslaught. The possession would be fast and it would be final.

This story is a work of original fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright ©2012 by Adrianna Dane

Cover Art © 2012 Theresa Gallup

Published by Adrianna Dane at Smashwords

Although this version is somewhat altered from the original, this story was originally conceived and written as part of the Goodreads M/M Romance group 2012 Love Is Always Write event. The story was inspired by a photograph and short narrative request. Find out more by visiting the Goodreads M/M Romance Group and follow the Love Is Always Write thread.

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CAUTION: This story contains explicit M/M sexual situations, BDSM scenes, and strong language. You must be over the age of 18 years of age to read this story.

DELICIOUS SINN

by Adrianna Dane

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Author Bio

Networking Links

Chapter 1

Will took another sip of his beer, leaned against the bar, and watched the dancers gyrating on the dance floor. His sights were fixed to the tall blond with the wild, naturally curly hair, more wave than tight curl. There was an intensity about him. His black T-shirt, darkened and drenched with sweat, clung to his tightly-packed chest. Black leather pants settled close to lean hips, hugged his richly-muscled thighs, enhancing every nuance of swivel, screw, and thrust. Every flex of his tight ass as he whirled on the dance floor, drew hungry, covetous eyes from more than one corner of the nightclub.

Will was a patient man, perhaps more so than most. He'd waited this long, a few more hours wouldn’t hurt. The cold draft soothed his parched throat. His gaze circled the club, studied the occupants, then returned to the dance floor. Laced leather thongs encircled the rocker’s bulging biceps, slender whips of leather trailed free lashing, swinging with the heavy metal rhythm. A grin crossed the blond’s features as a Medusa’s Thorn tune blasted through the room; the blond’s voice–as lead vocalist screamed the lyrics. Sinn Midnite, up and coming rhythm guitarist, lead singer, songwriter.

Fuck me, beat me, you’ll never keep me. A strong bass and gut-pounding drumbeat pulsed and throbbed through the nightclub igniting the dancers.

The blond surged forward and cupped a hand around the nape of his dance partner, yanked him forward and ground his mouth against his partner's lips. The shorter, younger man was engulfed by the more assertive, tall blond. A thin reed blown, claimed, and tossed about by the fierce tornado; it gobbled him up with little compassion. Lust - dance lust - blood lust. Crushing force. The music screamed, it jarred, it incited.

No way to break me, no way to destroy me. It’ll be me killing you first.

Blinding yellow and red lights strobed across the dancers. Will remained intrigued by the potent foreplay occurring on the dance floor. The smaller man with the straggly purple and black hair was no match for the more dominant blond. The younger man easily gave way beneath the dynamic dark energy of the rocker. Will surmised there was no way for him not to break beneath the driving onslaught. The possession would be fast and it would be final.

The blond knew exactly how to play him. Or would have, if he hadn't lacked self-control. On stage, Sinn’s angry forceful immersion into music worked for him. Here, that very same passion worked against him. An instrumental genius, most certainly. But here, with this instrument in his hand–this instrument of opportunity required a steadier hand than his–a very different sort of skill.

The blond cupped his prey's ass, drew him up close until groins and rigid, clothed cocks ground together. It was apparently too much for the younger man. Too much excitement, too much rubbing, too much handling. His eyes rolled back. Will saw it, expected it.

The man shuddered as he came; then sagged against the blond. Frustration was evident on the blond's face. Disappointment. Aggravation. Too fast, too easy. He shoved the man away. Still recovering from the throes of his orgasm, the man stumbled back, trying to catch himself before falling to the floor and being trampled by the other dancers. Already forgotten, the blond spun away, the man of no further concern to him, already used up, as he sought out other, more challenging quarry amongst the club-goers.

Sin wore his sexual intensity well. He exuded an irresistible animal charisma that was difficult to ignore. Of course, his notoriety didn’t hurt anything either. Arising onto the Seattle rock scene seemingly out of nowhere, with the wild looks and predatory nature of a panther, the voice of a seductive exiled angel, and the rowdy demeanor of Satan’s spawn, he’d easily garnered attention and had quickly earned himself a rabid following.

Finally, he strolled off the dance floor toward a black cocktail table where he picked up and drained a glass of beer. A waiter brought another as though magically summoned and set down the full glass to replace the empty.

Another man, black ponytail, dressed in black jeans and ripped white T-shirt strolled up to the table. He stopped and with easy familiarity he stroked a big tattooed hand across Sinn's leather-encased ass. Sinn turned toward him; they exchanged a few words. He drew close to the man, then lunged like a rattler and bit his ear. The man jumped back, a hand raised to the wounded lobe. Sinn grinned darkly, then licked the blood droplets from his lips. The other man scowled and then stormed away, still cupping his ear.

Sinn picked up the full glass and drained it. He wiped his glistening lips with his bare golden forearm. The laces of the leather thong swayed with his movement. He reared his head, narrowed his gaze, again ready for the hunt he tracked around the darkened recesses of the crowded room. Searching, trolling, assessing. A measure of boredom shaded his expression. To Will it seemed the actions of a desperate man. He looked for a challenge not really expecting to find one–perhaps not even knowing what would really satisfy him. Perhaps a prince–a dark one–looking for the perfect boot to thrust his princely foot into.

Will's instincts, that of the patient hunter, knew it wouldn't be long—not long now. Tonight–it would be tonight. It was like a 2x4 slamming into his chest when Sinn's searching gaze landed on him. And lingered. An odd look crossed his features, a tension building in him as he straightened away from his table, peering fixedly across the length of the room.

Will didn't move a muscle. He felt that gaze burn into him, raze across his face, down his chest, centering on the bulge stuffed behind the zipper on his blue denims. Seared down over his thighs, to his booted feet, and then slowly retracing the path back up Will's body, to linger on his face. The connection was more intense than anything Will had ever felt before. But then he shouldn't be surprised. He'd expected it. Known how it would be. Thought he'd be ready for it.

He rested more fully back against the bar, thrusting his hips, knowing the

Reviews for Delicious Sinn

[katybethmckee · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Sinn has been used and abused and pretty much running from himself and his needs. Will wants him but as they get started he realizing healing him is even more important. This story is delicious with a raw edge and burning need. Great story. Andranna thanks for your contribution.