Page 59 of Beautiful Sinners

As soon as Keane pulls the heavy solid wood entrance door open, we walk into chaos. The bar is crammed with loud noise, louder shouts and cheers, and more people than should be legally allowed by the city’s fire marshal.

A bass-heavy remix of Rihanna’s “S&M” blares in surround sound from all directions, but it’s what’s happening at the bar that has me, Tristan, and Con stopping dead in our tracks.

The recessed lights above the bar act as spotlights, instantaneously drawing my gaze to Syn’s seductively writhing body. She’s dancing with three other women on top of the bar, but my eyes are only for the hot redhead dressed in a sexy, form-fitting outfit that showcases every sinful curve of her luscious body, long legs, and toned arms.

Syn usually hides her scars with long sleeves, but the outfit she has on now is far from the rooster tees and shorts she parades around the house in. And fuck me if my dick doesn’t go rock hard at the sight. Those sleek black pants she’s wearing appear poured on, and her legs look a mile long with the high-heeled ankle boots adorning her feet. All that gorgeous flame-red hair is loose and flowing over her bare shoulders. Her moves are carefree, her face flushed, her smile wide and dreamy. There’s zero sweet or innocent in the way Syn dances. The rotation of her hips, her hands in her hair, head back and eyes closed, are all pure seduction and sex. Something the men lasciviously ogling her are very aware of.

She looks so beautiful, and so fuckingmine.

“Is that?” Tristan starts to say.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck me.”

Yeah.

Con doesn’t wait around. He parks his ass right in front of where she’s dancing, but I can’t seem to move. That jealous, possessive beast inside of me wakes up and bares its teeth. I want to kill every single man here for looking at her with lust in his eyes. For wanting what doesn’t belong to him.

“Should we get her down?” Tristan asks, but he’s just as affected by her as I am.

Syn is our Siren, and we would gladly die just for the chance to touch something so breathtaking and magnificent.

“Let her have her fun,” Rafe says.

I honestly forgot that he and Keane were there.

Something in the back corner of the bar snags their attention—or should I say two someones. Andie and Dierdre are watching Syn, amusement on their faces.

I haven’t been able to process the fact that Dierdre had Syn all these years. Both of them were only a few states away, so close and right under our noses.

“You want to go deal with that?” I ask Tristan.

“Not particularly,” he replies.

The sooner he has whatever talk he needs to have with his sister, the sooner we can leave Texas. Each second we’re away gives Aleksander more opportunity to solidify his control within the Society and spin what he and Aleksei did. The truth wouldn’t matter because we wouldn’t be there to tell anyone what really happened.

“We’re taking Andie home. Stay as long as you like. Z will drive you back to Falcon Tower,” Keane says, indicating who Z is.

“Take my sister with you.”

“You sure?”

Seemingly satisfied with Tristan’s nod, Keane and Rafe disappear into the crowd.

“You can’t avoid her forever, T. Say what you need to say so we can get gone.”

My feet finally decide to unroot from the floor. It takes a few shoves and one not-so-accidental elbow to someone’s face before I’m able to push a path through the three rows of men blocking me from getting a front-row seat to my girl.

Syn’s pale bluebonnet eyes widen, and she falters a step when spots Tristan and me just as we slot in next to Con. I rove my gaze up her long-legged length in clear appreciation and crook my finger for her to come closer. My blood pumps wild, funneling directly to my aching cock when she drops down in front of us. The image she makes on her knees—an enticing position of supplication—fires to life every salacious synapse in my debased brain until all I can think of is how many ways I can ruin her. Syn was virginal and pure as white fucking snow, but her sexual curiosity is the exact opposite.

She leans in, her voice low and soft as she sings the lyrics to the song. Something about how good it feels being bad and pain is pleasure, but it’s when she gets to the part about whips and chains that my cock jerks excitedly.

Con’s the only one who has gotten to fuck her. I know we need to deal with a lot of shit right now, but I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to hold back and not take her like a savage animal. Syn has had me twisted up since the moment we met, before I even realized who she really was. I should be ashamed of the thoughts in my head. She was my childhood best friend. My sunshine. But there is nothing friendly about the things I want to do to her.

“You drunk, firefly?” I ask when I detect traces of vanilla and caramel on her breath and see her glassy eyes and dilated pupils.

“Maybe a teeny tiny little bit,” she says with a mischievous curl of her decadent lips. “Andie dared me.”

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