Chapter Thirty Three Saints and Sinners
Chapter Thirty Three
Saints and Sinners
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wo dancers glide toward our booth, every step dripping confidence.
One’s in a neon-green bodysuit that glows under the blacklight, her long legs shining with body oil.
The other wears a glittery silver thong and a rhinestone-covered bra that catches every pulse of light, throwing stars across her skin.
They don’t ask for permission—they just slide into our booth like they’ve been invited. “Damn, y’all look too good to be sitting here alone,” the one in green purrs, her voice smooth as honey. “You want a dance, baby?”
Before I can even form a word, her leg swings over me settling into my lap, her body heat punching through the lace of my corset.
Her perfume hits instantly—sweet and sugary—dancing around me until it’s all I can breathe.
Her lips graze my ear, while her hips roll slowly against me—just enough to make my focus slip away from everything else.
Across from me, the silver one claims Arina with the same fearless ease, sliding onto her lap and looping an arm around her shoulders like she’s been waiting to touch her.
“How about you, sexy?” she teases, fingers slipping into Arina’s long hair. “Care for some company?”
Arina grins, eyes half-lidded, already leaning into it. “You read my mind.”
The green one laughs softly against my ear, her breath warm as her body sways. “Oh, she’s got good taste,” she whispers, voice a low hum. “But I think you might be the one to steal the show tonight mama.”
. I grin, shooting Arina a look as the bass hums beneath us, the booth crowded with heat and intention.
The three men across the floor have not stopped staring.
But with two dancers pressed against us—whispering filthy compliments that would make anyone believe I go both ways—their dark knowing gazes don’t weigh on me as much.
If anything, they feel like a reward.
Like we just took their power and shoved it down out throats.
“To new beginnings,” Arina says, raising her glass, her voice rising just enough to cut through the beat. A smile plastered on her face.
“To being unforgettable,” the girl in silver adds, grinning as she tightens her arm around Arina’s shoulder, their laughter blending with the pulse of the music.
The dancer in neon green lifts her drink toward me, eyes sparkling under the pink and violet lights. “And to looking damn good doing it.”
“Hell yeah!” I shout, my glass clinking against theirs before I take a long, burning sip.
We burst into laughter—loud and unbothered. The dancers never bother with names, and we don’t ask. We came to feel alive, and they’re giving us exactly that.
But as I set down the empty glass, something shifts—the air thickens, a heat presses against my side like a hand that hasn’t touched me yet. A shadow slices through the glow of the stage lights, tall and consuming, drawing closer with purpose.
I look up, and the air snags in my throat.
One of the three men stands over me, towering in a way that makes the whole place feel small.
His presence magnetic is impossible to ignore—pulling me in like gravity has a personal vendetta.
His broad shoulders strain against a half-open black button-up, the fabric clinging to a chest I have no business drooling over.
A gold chain rests against warm, light-brown skin, catching the light every time he breathes.
His jaw is carved sharp, dusted with stubble just begging to be touched, but it’s his eyes that pin me—hazel and hungry, roaming over me like he’s peeling me open inch by inch without ever laying a hand on me.
They almost remind me of caramel delights—toffee-toned, dark brown tracing the edges.
Even in the dim glow, they stand out.
The second guy waits at the end of the table, arms crossed, posture easy but radiating the kind of control that makes it hard to breathe.
His white shirt clings to his chest, outlining every hard line beneath it.
Tattoos coil down his forearm like smoke with intent, veins shifting under his skin with every curl of his fingers.
And the grin he gives me tells me he’s not just in my head—he’s already decided I’m his to look at.
Then there’s the third. He stands near Arina, staring at her like she’s a sacred goddess he’s already claimed in his head but hasn’t touched yet.
His tailored navy jacket shapes his body perfectly, hands shoved into his pockets like they’re restraining him.
His gaze slides down to the lift her dress, tongue grazing his lip before he pulls it back, desire tightening his whole face.
Arina only laughs, her attention going to the dancer in her lap like she’s waiting for him to make a move.
The girl in the neon-green lingerie tightens her grip on my thighs, her skin hot against mine. “Don’t worry about them, baby,” she whispers, voice low and husky. “Star’s got you tonight—unless they plan on sharing.”
Her nails trace the lace of my corset, brushing over the rim of my overly exposed breasts, my breathing going shallow.
Finally, her name—Star.
Across from us, the dancer in silver slides higher into Arina’s lap, her arm draping lazily across her neck, fingers stroking her cheek. “Yeah, gorgeous,” she murmurs, eyes flicking toward the men. “Light’s got you shining brighter than anyone in this room. But we don’t mind sharing either.”
Arina’s smirk softens, her hand squeezing Light’s thigh just enough to make her giggle. “I like the way you think,” she says, voice playful but edged with something sharp.
I can’t help but laugh. Starlight is comical yet cleaver.
The three men watch with hungry eyes, torn between dragging the dancers off us or letting the show play out just to see how far it goes.
The one standing closest finally bends down, his voice cutting straight through the music. “Mind if we join you, ladies—all of us?”
His beautiful hazel eyes lock onto mine, the question hanging between the table. I glance at Arina and she lifts one brow, lips curling into a small, knowing smile as she nods once.
I exhale, tilting my chin in invitation. “Go ahead.”
The tattooed man at the end grins, pushing off the booth, sliding in beside me, his arm stretching along the back of the velvet seat like he’s already claimed the spot—and maybe me with it.
“Name’s Cairo,” he says, voice rich, sparking something low and undeniable. His gaze, green and unreadable flickers to Star still perched in my lap, like he doesn’t approve for a second.
The third man—Arina’s admirer—moves next. He circles the booth and sinks down beside her, close enough that their thighs brush. His voice comes out deep and raspy, the kind that vibrates low in the chest.
“Call me King.” He says, extending his hand, lips brushing over hers. “And that dress? Yeah… I already know I’d take my time with you.”
Arina blushes, her pale cheeks turning pink. She takes another sip from her drink, lashes lifting just enough to meet his stare, purposely making him wait. She retracts her hand slowly, obviously aroused by the touch of his lips.
The first one—the hazel-eyed man—slides into the other side of the booth beside me, his leg brushing mine as he settles in.
One arm stretches across the backrest behind my shoulders, claiming space without a single word.
His gaze sweeps the table—me, Arina, both dancers—taking everything in before drifting back to me like he never left.
“Name’s Saint,” he says finally, voice confident with a hint of something darker beneath it. “And it looks like tonight just got a whole lot more interesting.”
We’re not just being watched anymore; we’re the center of it all.
Star reaches across the table for the bottle, pouring Saint’s glass first, then Cairo’s, before sliding the last one to King. “Can’t have ya’ll just staring all night,” she teases, winking as she sets the bottle down.
Before anyone can answer, she grabs Light’s hand and rises, a slow, filthy smile curling at her mouth. “C’mon, baby. Let’s give them a little show.”
They toss their hair back and start to move, hips rolling in a deep, hungry rhythm beneath the neon glow.
Their bodies press into each other—hands gliding over each curve, dragging through warmth that makes breathing turn needy.
They tease the space between our tables, pulling us in by invisible threads.
The air thickens—turning hot as every pair of eyes locks onto them.
Almost every pair.
Cairo and Saint eyes stay locked on me—both their arms around the back of me.
Cairo relaxed to the left of me like royalty, emerald eyes gone dark and mischievous.
Saint’s stare is, heavier, tracing every subtle twitch of my body.
He sees the excitement I’m trying to hide, and the corner of his mouth twitches like he already knows how to feed it.
Across from me, Arina laughs, but King’s gaze stays locked on her, unmoving. His eyes trail down her body, stopping at the hem of her corset dress, and his tongue presses against his teeth—like he’s picturing exactly what’s under it and how fast she’ll actually let him peel it off.
Arina feels it too. She tilts her head back just enough to meet his stare, her smirk taunting him to keep imagining.
Starlight spin together, their laughter ringing above the bass as they pull the booth into their rhythm. But the real heat isn’t in front of me—it’s beside me, unraveling me without a single touch. Even with the girls dancing, the men’s attention never wavers.
Cairo leans forward, forearms planted on the table, his deep voice cutting through the my nerves.
“You know,” he says, a quick look at Arina before his eyes hold mine, “we’re going to a party after this. You’re coming—right?”
He phrases it like a question, but it lands like a decision that’s already been made. He lets his hungry gaze drag over my breasts, his mouth curving in a dark little smirk.
“Believe me, it’s not the kind of party you’d want to miss out on. It’ll be one to remember.” His eyes lift to mine, taunting. “Unless you think you can’t handle it.”
Saint smirks, swirling his drink before tipping it toward me.
“You’ve never seen a party like this one pretty, I can ensure you that. And something tells me you’ll fit right in.”
I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that he thinks I’ll fit in. But with the aura these men have, I’m eager to find out.
King leans in, shoulder brushing hers as he whispers something in her ear. I can’t hear him, but judging by the way his eyes dip to her breasts—I know exactly what kind of promises he’s feeding her. While Cairo and Saint’s eyes pin me, waiting for my response.
Star catches my eye mid-dance, winking before twirling Light into a spin. “Sounds like they’re trying to steal you two away,” she pleads. “What happened to sharing?”
Arina and I meet eyes across the table, grins matching, like a secret we both finally agreed on.
Safe is boring—I’ve lived safe for too long.
Tonight I want reckless.
Sure, it’s three of them and only two of us, and yeah, it could be dangerous… or it could be fun. And plus, I’m with Arina. I trust almost anything if she’s doing it.
If she ever went missing, her mom would have the whole town flipped upside down in forty-eight hours.
“Fuck it—we’ll go,” I say, shrugging like it’s nothing, even though my pulse is absolutely snitching on me. My smile curves sly. “But y’all better try not to kidnap us or anything.”
Arina laughs, lifting her chin like she’s signing a contract. “Exactly what she said. I know jujutsu—don’t make me have to show some of my moves.”
She does not know jujutsu.
But hopefully it makes them aware enough to not try anything stupid.
Starlight beam’s at us, pouting dramatically until we hand them the bills fanned between our fingers.
But before I can slide mine across the table, the men move first—each pulling out thick stacks of cash like it’s nothing.
One by one, they drop them onto the table, the pile growing higher and higher until it a glittering mountain of temptation.
Star gasps, palm pressed to her chest, fanning her flushed face before sending me a kiss through the neon haze. Light leans into Arina’s space, whispering something in her ear that paints her already pale rosy cheeks even pinker.
King rises instantly, his hand finding Arina’s, guiding her out of the booth with a quiet authority she doesn’t question. Cairo and Saint flank me, each taking a hand as they lead me out, their massive palms almost swallowing my entire hand.
A nervous giggle slips out of me, but it feels good—alive.
I don’t know how I ended up with both of them, but their grip is impressively overwhelming.
Their towering frames curve in close until I feel caged—not trapped, but protected.
Both have to be well over six foot, and the thought alone sends a pulse searing through me.
Tonight might be more than I bargained for.
I’ve been with two guys in one day before—just never side by side.
Still… these men aren’t like anyone I’ve ever had.
They’re built different. The way power rolls off them like a feral current pulsing under their skin.
They look like they could wreck me without breaking a sweat—and God help me, I’m not sure if that should terrify me…
or if it’s the very thing turning me on like a fucking heater.
With every step toward the door, the nerves drain out of me, replaced by a reckless rush I haven’t tasted in forever.
The night air chills the heat on my skin as we make our way across the lot toward a blacked-out Ford F-150—sleek and spotless, built to be noticed without asking for too much attention. Saint opens the passenger door and lifts me up, while Cairo slides into the backseat directly behind me.
The rich leather interior wraps around me, the faint scent of smoke and cologne lingering in the air—masculine, grounding, and yet so intoxicating.
Saint settles in behind the wheel, one hand steady on it, while Cairo’s massive fingers rest on my shoulders, kneading in slow, circles that send heat spiraling straight between my legs.
I grab my phone, adrenaline humming through me as I text Arina. You good, girl? Last I saw, she and King were heading toward her car like they had their own plans.
“Take your time,” he murmurs. His caramel-candy eyes melt into something warm and dreamy, enough to make my breath stutter like he’s reading things in my head he shouldn’t even know yet.
My screen lights up. Ready when you are. We’re right behind you.
I let out a slow breath. “Okay. We can go.”
Saint’s grin deepens, his fingers resting lazily against the wheel as he pulls off.
A shiver runs through me—because whatever happens next, I know I won’t be walking away the same.