ARIA'S POV I stepped out of the elevator, and my world tilted on its axis.The air hit me first; thick and heavy, laced with musk and sweat. The bass thrummed through the floor, up through my heels, settling somewhere deep in my bones.And the sounds.God, the sounds.Moans curled through the air like smoke: high and breathless, deep and guttural. A woman's cry cut through the murmur, sharp and desperate. A man's low groan vibrated in my chest. Skin met skin in rhythmic slaps that echoed from somewhere to my right. Wet sounds. Whispered words. The creak of leather.I couldn't focus. My eyes darted from one scene to another like a bird trapped in a glass room.To my left, a woman was bent over a velvet chaise, fingers gripping the fabric so hard her knuckles went white. Behind her, a man with broad shoulders and tattoos snaking down his arms drove into her with deliberate, rolling thrusts. His hips slapped against her ass with each stroke, and her mouth hung open, moans punched out in
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