Page 22 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

Evelyn

Silas stands in the booth just inside the main door, throwing a nod our way. Astra walks through first, and I pause to speak to Silas.

“Is there any way I can get a wristband to enter the rooms?” I ask discreetly.

He flashes a smug smile my way as he reaches into the drawer beside him. He swiftly slides it under the window.

“Enjoy,” he mouths with a smile.

I tuck the wristband into my clutch, scurrying in behind Astra. She didn’t even notice I was delayed, what a relief.

We make our way to the bar, and she orders each of us a glass of champagne.

“Skipping your usual, I see,” I mock her as she passes me my bubbly drink.

“Yeah, yeah. I decided to take it slow for a while and lay off the vodka,” she jokes back.

The club is full tonight, everyone in their masks, and the song “The Summoning” by Sleep Token is playing throughout. The club always has a different vibe depending on the night. Tonight seems to be more of an “alternative” night.

Th e men here tonight are different than the last two times I’ve been here.

Some of them have visible tattoos on their neck and hands.

Others have shaggier hair. It’s different than the professional, suited-up look that we usually see here.

You like these men better. They offer you the danger you seek.

The women are different as well; they have dainty tattoos and something more daring about them.

Or maybe I am just noticing this now for the first time.

I never paid attention to things like that before.

I always tried to focus on the mature, classy man.

Now I have fucking tunnel vision for the men that could eat me alive if given the chance.

“You seem different,” Astra says, looking at me with a half-smile.

“I am different.”

“I kind of like this new you. You know, that man in the corner is eyeing you,” she says, taking a sip of her champagne.

I look to the corner discreetly to scan the man who is looking my way.

“You know what looking will cost ya..” I say, smirking.

“What?” Astra questions me, acting confused by my response.

“Looking will get your eyes carved out,” I joke.

She laughs, but what she doesn’t know is that I’m not joking. He will find out, and he will kill him— if he’s still stalking me, that is. He is. Make him jealous. Show him you don’t care.

“I need to use the restroom.”

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.” Astra’s eyes meet mine, imploring me to be safe.

“Of course, I’ll just be a few.” Liar. You know what you’re doing.

“I’ll be right outside, come outside as soon as you’re done,” she smiles at me as she walks out the glass doors onto the patio.

I walk briskly to the restroom and pull out my wristband. I slip it onto my wrist and check my hair and make-up in the mirror.

“I can do this,” I whisper to myself. No, you can’t. It will ruin you. I’m already ruined.

I head out the door and straight for the stairs.

The bouncer opens the rope to allow me to pass into the private section of the club.

I make my way up the staircase. It feels even longer than it did before.

Each step I take feels like my heart is being dragged through molasses —loud, trembling, and unsure whether it’s from fear or the thrill of finally being seen.

Everyone up here has company, so no one is even paying attention to me. You want them to see you.

I start towards the hallway. Inspecting everything, I didn’t have the nerve to do it on the first night I was here. The doors read, The Voyeur room, The Red Throne, The Abyss, The Inferno, The Gilded Cage, The Velvet Noose, Pain and Pleasure.

I notice a single room tucked away past the Pain and Pleasure suite. I didn’t see it the last time I was here, but I didn’t pay attention to anything the last time I was here. I walk up to the last door. The plaque reads: The Sin Suite.

The Sin Suite? I don’t know what the other rooms mean, but this one seems enticing. Go Inside.

“Care to enter?” A deep voice booms behind me. I startle, turning to face a tall man with dark features. His voice has a sultry tone. He gives me a smirk. His mask only covers the top half of his face, making him less intimidating than some of the others.

“Oh, I was just looking,” I say quickly.

“Have you ever been in any of these rooms?” he asks with a curious expression.

“N-no, I haven’t.”

Liar. Why are you lying to him?

“Shall I explain?” he says with a dazzling smile. He has a lot of charm and seems like a gentleman, but the tattoos on his hands tell me he’s no saint.

“Yes, please,” I say softly.

I follow behind him to the first door. Be careful. You don’t know him.

“This is the Voyeur room, let’s just say this room has a dual purpose. It’s for those who like to watch… or be watched.”

He winks at me, and my cheeks blush. I keep my eyes on him as we walk to the next door.

“This is The Red Throne. This is where worship, power, and submission.” I see the corner of his mouth turn into a grin. He must enjoy this one.

“This suite is The Abyss. This is where your senses are taken from you. Whether it be your vision, hearing, or your oxygen.”

He walks to the next door.

“This is the Inferno, a suite with heated games,” he winks at me again, “it has wax, and fire play— things can get pretty dangerous if you’re not careful.

” His tone shifts, and the air chills around me at his warning.

You should be scared right now. His tone quickly changes back into his flirtatious one.

“This is the Gilded Cage, for people who love captivity in either silk or steel.”

He walks to the next door, and I follow his lead.

“The Velvet Noose, where you can find ropes, restraints, and explore the beauty of surrendering.”

The way he describes each room is like he is trying to sell you one. He walks to the next door, and I have a lump in my throat. Run. He is dangerous.

“This is Pain and Pleasure. This suite is where agony and ecstasy blur into one. This is where you can find Sadists and Masochists,” he says with a chuckle.

“This is a special suite. The Sin Suite. It’s tempting, right? Entering into a suite, and you don’t know what’s beyond that door.”

He turns to look at me, and his expression has changed.

“This suite is a space where every forbidden desire comes to life.”

I look down at the floor between us. I want to know what’s behind that door. I feel like I’ve seen it all already, nothing could faze me. You don’t know that.

“Which room is your favorite?” I ask abruptly. I know I caught him off guard.

He has a devilish grin.

“If you insist, my favorite rooms are The Voyeur room and The Inferno.”

I nod to his answer.

“Do you like to watch or… be watched?” I ask.

“I prefer to watch. It’s mesmerizing to watch people elude such confidence in their bodies and sexuality.”

“Care to enter?” I tease him with a wink. What are you doing? This was supposed to be for you. Not anyone else.

“It would be my pleasure,” he smiles gently at me, reaching out his hand to take mine. I place my hand in his and follow him as he escorts us into the Voyeur room. Remember why you’re here. Dante chose someone else.

I rid myself of the thought of Dante as we enter the space. The idea of him makes me want to vomit right now. No, it doesn’t. There is no one on the platform. Just a few people sitting in the surrounding seats. No one is in the front row.

“Where would you like to sit?” he asks me politely.

I lean in to him and whisper seductively, “On the platform.”

I feel his arm tighten. He leans down into my ear and whispers, “The platform is yours if you claim it.”

I take in a shaky breath. You can do this. It’s the only way. I make my way to the center platform slowly. The song “Paradise Circus” by Massive Attack begins filling the room. The music is louder than the first night I was here.

I climb up onto the platform slowly and glance around the space.

I was right, you can’t see anyone from here.

The lights are bright enough to remove the audience, and they heat the area perfectly.

It feels like I’m alone, but knowing that strangers are watching me gives me the rush I will forever chase.

I set my glass down on the small table on the platform, ready to begin. They want a show, I’ll give them one.

I slowly remove my white dress, letting it hit the floor, revealing that there was nothing underneath.

I sit down gently onto the chaise lounge, it smells freshly cleaned, and a crisp rose scent fills the air.

I lie back, fanning my hair over the edge, resting onto my elbows.

He’s watching. Make him regret using you.

I slowly open my legs, giving whoever is sitting in front of me a money shot. I slide my hand down between my legs, feeling myself. I am already wet. The adrenaline has me ready to show everyone how corrupt I can be. You’re not corrupt. You’re confused.

I move my fingers softly in circles, rubbing my clit.

Forgetting all of the thoughts that threaten my sanity.

I dip a finger in, moaning softly over the music.

I slide out my finger, bringing it to my mouth and sucking my arousal off, slowly.

I hear a groan from the audience. Someone wants you. Even if he doesn’t.

I pinch my nipple, arching my back. I slide my hand back down and continue what I started. I have entered my own world. It’s just me enjoying myself, being free. You are free.