The Sinner's Heart (SIN CITY Series: Book #1)

Siren

ALEXANDRINA'S POV

As I slipped into the revealing outfit, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins.

I wore a bold red jumpsuit that hugged my curves in all the right places. My long, brunette hair was tied up in a sleek ponytail, and my piercing green eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief behind a pair of statement black masquerade masks.

A delicate gold barbell glinted on my left eyebrow, and my full lips painted a deep crimson. It made me feel sexy and exuded all shades of lust.

I felt confident and in control as I moved through the club, my black-heeled ankle boots clicking on the floor with every step. I was the queen of that domain, and I knew it.

Who was I again?

Oh no, this wasn't Drina speaking. I am now Siren. Drina couldn't do shit, and I couldn't care less.

"Wow, Siren, you look stunning!" one of the workers whispered, her eyes widening with admiration.

I smiled, feeling Drina's self drifting away. "Thanks, girl. Time to put on a show."

"That outfit is fire, Drina!" Another one said, ogling at my outfit.

I hissed lightly, cutting her off. "It's Siren, baby. Get that."

My voice now honeyed so much so that even the sound of my voice could cause goosebumps on anyone's skin. I smirked.

I loved that. I existed for this.

As I entered the private lounge, enveloped by plush velvet walls and dim red lighting. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and seduction.

A sleek black bar stretched before me, lined with bottles of premium liquor. A circular couch beckoned, piled high with pillows and inviting intimacy.

The sound system pulsed with a hypnotic beat, drawing me deeper. I could feel the room's energy, designed for secrets and indulgence, where the city's elite came to play.

I was surrounded by luxury and temptation, my senses heightened with every step.

Three men looked up, their eyes locking onto me like magnets. I purred, enjoying the attention.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" one of them said, his voice low and husky.

Granted, he was cute but not as sexy as the man in the middle. He triggered everything unholy in me.

I took over, my voice sultry and teasing. "Just a little something to spice up your night, gentlemen."

I began to move, my body swaying to the music. I was in control now, and I knew exactly what I was doing.

"Come closer, boys," I purred, my eyes locked on each of them in turn. "Let's get this party started."

The men leaned in, their faces inches from mine. My smile grew wider, my eyes flashing with excitement.

And then, I began to dance.

My hips swirled, my arms undulated, and my fingers trailed down my body, leaving shivers in their wake. The men were transfixed, their eyes glued to my every move.

"Whoa, you're incredible," one of them breathed.

My laughter was husky, teasing. "Just getting started, darling."

I spun around, my back to them, and slowly began to peel off my gloves, finger by finger. The men groaned, their eyes fixed on her skin.

"Want more?" I purred, glancing over my shoulder.

They nodded, their faces tense with anticipation.

And I delivered.

My dance was a slow burn, building tension with every step, every gesture. I teased them mercilessly, always being just out of reach.

But they didn't mind. They were under my spell, helpless to resist my charms.

As the music reached its climax, I struck a final pose, my body arched, my arms extended. The men erupted into applause, cheering and whistling.

I was pleased with myself. I had teased them to the brink of madness, leaving them pleading for more.

My eyes wandered, drinking in the sight of the men who'd just witnessed my tease. That's when I saw him - the man who'd caught my attention from the moment I began dancing.

He sat in the middle of the group, his presence commanding attention without seeming to try. His outfit was simple yet striking - a black leather jacket slung over a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal tanned forearms which had tattoos like a sleeve. Dark jeans hugged his thighs, and black boots completed the ensemble.

But it was his face that truly captivated me. A strong jawline, piercing gray eyes, and a mop of messy brown hair that added a hint of ruggedness to his chiseled features.

There was something about him that felt familiar, like a whispered secret in the dead of night.

No, seriously. It felt like I'd met him before. His entire look gave me the chills.

As I collected the scattered cash, my gaze kept drifting back to him. He didn't seem to be looking at me, yet I sensed his awareness. It was as if he knew I was watching, and he was waiting for me to make my move.

I finished gathering the money and turned to leave, my heels clicking on the floor. That's when I heard his voice, low and smooth as honey, but with a tinge of huskiness.

"Siren," he called out to me. "Wait."

You may be wondering how I knew he was the one. Well, he was the only one who didn't cheer for me when I strip teased. All he did was stare at me intently.

I'd heard the voices of the others except his and when he called me, I knew he was the one.

My heart skipped a beat as I turned to face him. "What can I do for you, sweetheart?" I purred, my voice husky from the performance.

He stood, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my skin prickle. "I want a one-on-one session," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "Just you and me. And I want the happy ending."

My pulse quickened as I raised an eyebrow. "You know that's not cheap," I said, my voice laced with a hint of teasing.

I brought my hand out and used my finger to trace his jawline slowly, but he gripped my wrist, holding it in place, then it all rushed back to me like little flashes.

He was the man at the coffee shop we had an encounter with earlier that day.

He smiled, a slow, devastating smile that made my heart stutter. "I'm willing to pay top dollar," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I considered his offer. There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me want to say yes.

Slap me silly if there was any hint of doubt in me. He looked like danger and it attracted me.

"Okay, sweetheart," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "Let's do it."

I watched him as he whispered some words to his friends, before they trouped out of the lounge, leaving just both of us.

As I tried to catch my breath while at it, my mystery man had positioned himself back on the couch.

His commanding voice compelled my body.

"Now strip."