Fifty
Their Obsession
Liv
I got to Sinful Saints early wearing nothing but a Dolce and Gabbana pure white cady coat. The material was smooth against my bare skin and only two buttons kept it closed. I felt promiscuous, sexy, and a bad girl bound to get caught. Adrenaline rushed through me. My pussy was slick, and I honestly prayed those two evil bastards would make me come. I was aroused even before I walked into their damn nightclub!
God, I had turned into an easy bitch, but my phantoms had me all riled up.
They caused the wicked temptress I had become. A sinful woman who craved their dicks in me, shoving them wherever they pleased because they brought me undeniable pleasure, wild moments of passion I couldn’t get enough of .
Being with Sin and Saint was a high I had yet to come down from. An addiction they had introduced me to, and I couldn’t get enough of. They were a drug I should quit, but the withdrawal from those two made me want another damn hit.
“A vodka on the rocks, Ms. Valencia?” A bartender asked.
The dude knew me by name.
Shit.
“Yes. Um… How do you know my name?”
“I do work for Mr. Cruz and Mr. Sullivan, ma’am.”
“Right. Sorry, dumb question.”
“No, not stupid at all,” he assured me and handed me my drink. “It’s on the house.”
I nodded my thanks and took a sip from the straw as I peered around at my surroundings. My eyes searched for either Sin or Saint but came up empty. Those fuckers knew I was here and played with me while I yearned for them and lusted after them like they were my prey—the roles were reversed. I lurked as a pussy would in heat and hunted for the men who had grown on me.
The club was busy, as was usual for a Saturday night, and the music was perfect. Electrifying, inviting, and unstoppable. It was a sure mix to get anyone intoxicated in less than twenty minutes with the drinks flowing and being passed from person to person. There was alcohol spilled on the floor, growing sticky against the bottom of my heels, and I avoided a spill all over my crisp coat.
They never instructed the overcoat to be white and targeted for a giant stain. What the fuck was I thinking? Show up naked in a long overcoat.
Clearly, I wasn’t. My throbbing cunt between my legs could attest to that. My juices flowed like Niagara Falls and there should be a wet floor sign because someone could have a terrible fall. They’d fall face first into my arousal, but my phantoms would kill anyone brave enough to even try to get a taste.
I should’ve worn a damn thong at least. The soaked panty cupping my cunt would have been better than the slickness of my folds rubbing between my thighs. The dull, pleasurable ache in my belly was never-ending as I explored the electric atmosphere and spotted a familiar face.
Saint.
I headed toward him but stopped short, with my heart thumping erratically against my chest, and I thought I might throw up. Bile collected in my throat and threatened to reach the surface. I’d earn the wet floor sign before the end of the night at this rate.
Suddenly, someone grazed my hips and whispered in my ear, “Come with me.”
Sin .
His erection pressed into the small of my back, and a wicked shiver ran up my spine. The electric current zinged between us and he took my hand in his. My palms were sweaty, but he didn’t seem to mind as he led me away from my nightmare and took me to safety. It was a security I never imagined I’d find with such a dangerous man, but I did. Despite being unhinged, Sin Cruz was a force that nobody dared to mess with when it came to me.
“Where are we going?” I asked, confused.
“You will see,” Sin answered.
Curiosity overtook me as Sin led me away from the energetic crowd and down a hallway full of mirrors all around. He peered up and down the hallway, ensuring no one but us was around. His hand touched a particular spot and pushed against it, only for it to pop open with a tiny gasp escaping me.
A secret entrance.
How fucking cool!
I questioned with a raised eyebrow, “What other tricks do you jerks have hidden up your sleeves?”
Sin grabbed the front of my coat and pulled me close. “You’re about to find out.”
Sin let go of the opening and traced a finger up the coat. The tip of his nail grazed across my bare skin at the base of my neck and trailed along to the tip of the V shape, plunging into my cleavage. He groaned as his eyes darted to where his finger had gone, and he peeked inside, fully aware I had listened to instructions and was naked underneath my coat.
He cursed and pulled his hand away when I yearned for his dangerous touch. My breath heaving from the intensity shared between us as he pulled me into the hidden, enclosed space and the invisible door closed behind me. I found myself trapped with a man who made my heart race with excitement when it should beat with fear. I should yell, kick, or fight, but he intrigued me. Sin stirred up feelings I had never had in my entire life and made me want to explore more.
The enclosure appeared to replicate a hallway and was dark inside, but there was a good reason for the blackness. I could see everything on the outside. Secret two-way mirrors designed for Sin and Saint to watch everywhere within their club. These mirrors were all around except for the bathroom, but I had figured they had some creepy obsession with glass. These fuckers not only stalked me, they creeped on everyone who stepped foot inside of their nightclub.
“This is fucked up,” I mumbled.
“Is it though?” Sin asked and pulled me in further to where I once had been. “I think it’s genius. We can see everything going on in our club. Every scheme, anyone trying to screw with us, we know every little thing there is to know about a person as soon as they walk through our front door.”
My eyes landed on Saint, seated at a round table, and Sebastian sat down across from him. I had never expected Sebastian to set foot in Sinful Saints, but I shouldn’t be surprised. He was doing business, and I was only shocked from fear he’d find me. But my phantoms had a plan of their own.
“What are you two up to?”
“Let’s tune in and find out,” Sin answered as he opened up an app on his cell phone and voices came through.
“Enough bullshit, Sebastian,” Saint said.
“Bullshit?” Sebastian questioned as I watched him shrug his shoulders, and he made a perplexed face. “There’s none of that, my friend.”
“Oh, cut the crap.”
A Bluetooth transmitter! Who the hell were these guys?
Spys?
“I know you’ve been mismanaging our other property,” Saint added.
“What the fuck?” I whisper shouted at Sin and covered the cell phone with my hand. “We can’t listen in on their conversation. ”
“Yes, we can,” Sin answered with a devilish grin and took my hand in his. “Because Sebastian is hurting our property.”
My pussy throbbed.
“Is this about yesterday? About how Sebastian hated the flowers? You saw that?”
“We have a way of seeing everything,” Sin said as he sat his cell phone on a ledge against the glass and stood behind me. “As you can see with your own eyes.”
“How?” I breathed as my lips parted with his hands trailing down my neck and he traced the necklace they gave me.
“I’ll never tell,” Sin whispered as he traveled further and his tongue licked at my earring.
“I have done no such thing,” Sebastian said.
He sounded outraged, and I watched the scene play out as Sin’s fingers landed on the buttons of my coat. He tugged one at a time, pulling until the front of the material opened and his hands dove inside. His touch was cool against my hot, feverish skin and a slight hiss escaped my agape mouth. Saint peeked in our direction, and I knew he could hear everything. These fuckers were not only insane, but their dangerous ways made them incredibly smart.
Big-brained men with massive dicks.
“Yes. You have, Sebastian,” Saint added as he glared at him and sat back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “We’ve seen for ourselves. You haven’t been taking good care of what is ours .”
“The woman who owns our affection,” Sin breathed from behind me as he cupped my tits and brushed the pads of his thumbs over my nipples.
My breathing hitched, and I sucked my lower lip into my mouth. I tried to conceal my moan of pleasure with my lip tucked between my teeth, but I couldn’t. Sin was so tender the sound tore from me, and I could see Saint tense up at the table. His broad shoulders were tight with sexual tension, and I swore I heard him groan.
“Okay, I will admit I have been preoccupied with preparations for my marriage to the woman of my dreams,” Sebastian said.
Bullshit!
Liar. Liar. His pants were on fire. But if he wasn’t careful, my phantoms would hang him by his tongue from a telephone wire.
Saint tilted his head down and asked, “Have you?”
“Yes, I have.”
I could tell it took all of Saint’s willpower not to lunge across the table at Sebastian. To punch his fist right through his chest like a savage creature and rip out his cold, fraudulent heart from behind his ribcage. He’d hold his beating organ until the muscle stopped pumping and shove it into his mouth full of lies so the jerk wouldn’t tell an untruth ever again .
“That lying sack of shit doesn’t deserve you,” Sin hissed into my ear as his hands grazed down my belly and landed over my pussy.
“Sin I—” I lost my words as a feral moan ripped from me when he slapped my cunt.
“Look at you all slick with come before we’ve even had our hands all over you,” Sin breathed as he nipped my earlobe and held up his hand to my face. “Taste it. Lick the arousal you’ve willingly given to us.”
All my rational thoughts screamed at me not to, but my lips wrapped around his two fingers. My tongue swirled around his fingertips with Sin making a sexy sound from behind me. The bittersweetness of my juices came to life on my tastebuds, and the flavor made me moan. My eyes were closed as I slid my lips to the end of his fingers and a loud popping sound filled the electrified air.
“Good girl.”