Page 3 of The Vixen's Vice

“Caleb?” I ask. Usually, he doesn’t let me know the names of the men I’ll be fucking—says the mystery is half the reason it’s so hot. “You never mention their names beforehand.”

“Yeah, but Caleb’s different,” he says, waving me off as he adds a scoop of vanilla protein powder to the blender. “I’m thinking he might be a… more permanent man in your rotation.”

I raise my brows. “Really? And when did I agree to this?”

My question is cut off halfway by the whirring of the blender, and I scowl, waiting as patiently as I can for it to finish.

“I’m sorry. What did you say, Lottie?” he asks, blue eyes wide and innocent as he pours a cup of the noxious green mixture.

“Nothing,” I murmur, turning and heading to the bathroom to get ready for the night. There's a cold numbness in my chest, but I choose not to think about it. After all, thisiswhat I agreed to. This is what I welcomed with open arms.So why am I so unhappy about it?

“It was nothing at all.”

Pain radiates from the balls of my feet as I teeter into the Neon Flamingo, holding onto Landon for support as I try to gain my bearings in my six-inch death heels. One stumble, one wrong move, and my skirt the length of dental floss will ride up, exposing everything to the room.

We maneuver through the throng of sweaty, moving bodies toward the back of the room, and I nearly groan when I see there are no seats available around the table Landon rented. However, that problem is solved when Landon sets me in front of a man with chestnut colored hair, who promptly drags me into his lap.

The wind leaves my lungs with the force he pulls me down, causing the rest of the hungry-eyed men around the table to laugh amicably. I turn my head to look at my captor, my eyes drawn toward a nose too large for his face before settling on eyes the color of dying grass.

So this must be Caleb.

He’s not a terribly attractive man—but he’s not ugly either, and he seems to be sporting quite a nice body beneath his thingray tee shirt. And the thing growing between his legs is an indication we’re going to have alovelytime.

“You’re Carlotta?” he asks, hazel eyes twinkling with mirth. “Landon’s told me all about you.”

“Only the most debauched things, I hope?” I ask, fluttering my lashes sweetly.

He tosses his head back in a throaty laugh, and my core flutters at the sound.He’s got a fantastic voice, I’ll give him that.

“So Carlotta…” he muses, reaching forward and tucking a strand of ruby red hair behind my ear. “Want to head to the back with me?”

Unwittingly, my eyes trail toward the crowd, my heart hammering as I catch a glance of Landon, his lips pressed hungrily against a beautiful modelesque girl with platinum hair.Just his type… I guess he’ll be busy doing his own thing tonight—as usual.

A bitterness settles in the pit of my stomach as I force my eyes away, regretting my decision as my gaze catches on a red mask bobbing in the crowd. I blink, and it’s gone—the familiar red mask replaced by a girl with unicorn glitter on her eyes. I shake my head, trying and failing to ignore the uneasiness swirling in the back of my mind.

“Let’s go,” I murmur, grabbing Caleb's hand and hauling him toward the blood red door at the back of the club. The security guard gives me a slight nod before letting us inside, and I waste no time leading him into a room at the far back of the hallway. The only furniture occupying the space is a bed and a small nightstand, but that’s all we will need for what we’re doing.

“You’re sexy as fuck, you know that?” he husks, his lids lowering as I push him backward onto the crimson bedspread. “So fucking hot.”

“So are you.” My lips tip in a sardonic smile as I climb onto the bed, straddling his thighs as I deftly remove his belt. Hispants and boxers are next, and when I finally grip his thick cock in my palm, it’s accompanied with a throaty groan that has tingles running the length of my spine.

This. This power I have over them is what I live for.

“Good boy,” I murmur, stroking his length agonizingly slow. Caleb hisses when my hand meets the base of his pelvis, hazel eyes filled with a desperate plea.

“Oh, God,” he groans, throwing his head back. “Oh, God, I’ve gotta take a leak like a motherfucker.”

I sit back with a scowl, taking my hand with me. “Go pee then. Bathroom’s down the hall.”

“Sweet,” he moans, not bothering to put his pants back on as he runs to the door, cupping his junk with one hand. “Be right back, sexy.”

The door closes, and I lay back on the bed with a sigh, staring mindlessly at the ceiling.Okay, this sucks. Being alone with my mind is the worst.

Several minutes go by before I start to get ticked off. Another five, and I begin to worry.Did he get lost? Did he fall in?

I shake my head at the last thought, standing from the bed and shuffling out the room, down the hall to the bathroom to check on him.

I knock a few times on the men’s door, and when no answer comes, I shove inside, frowning when I note all but one of the stalls is open.

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