SINJIN
Chapter One
London, England
Sinjin and his brothers had barely crossed the threshold into
Madame Darion's Pleasure Palace, when they were welcomed
by a bevy of whores in the large, smoke-filled room. Men of all
ages lounged on gaudy red velvet settees and worn chairs, accompanied
by alluring women who willingly offered what
their wives or mistresses would not.
"Sinjin, you are everything a man should be."
Sinjin looked up from the pair of immense breasts belonging
to Paris, a French whore who had straddled him mere seconds
before.
Paris rotated her hips in a way that had Sinjin clenching his
teeth. "And you are everything a woman should be, my dear."
He lightly bit the slope of one luscious creamy-white globe.
Her rouged lips curved in a coy smile. "I imagine you say
that to all your women, my lord."
"All my women?" He placed a hand over his heart, doing
his best to look hurt. "Paris, you wound me."
"Everyone knows your reputation, my lord. What is the
nickname for you and your brothers-the Rakehells of Rochester?
You are a wicked one, Sin."
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