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Don’t be late, little obsession.
Goddamn. I needed to jerk off.
Fifty
Their Obsession
Liv
Igot 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 weremyprey—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 toperson. 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.
