Page 49 of Tempt Me (Dark Odyssey 4)

We walk further into the room, then I see why the floor is made of glass.

It’s so we can see what’s happening beneath us.

Numbness fills me as the blood drains from my body, then I’m parched when it rushes back in a wild streak of fire as I watch the bodies moving around below me in sinful ecstasy.

There must be about fifty people down there. Men and women, all naked, having an orgy. Where they are looks like it was designed for it too. It’s a room with a padded floor that looks like one big bed designed for fucking.

I try not to look, but I can’t tear my eyes away. When I do, my attention is drawn to the corners of the room where there are people lying on tables with fruit and cream covering their bodies from head to toe.

They’re lying there like human desserts while others gather around to lick, eat, or suck the fruit off their bodies.

My mouth drops open, and I’m not sure how it doesn’t hit the floor. It’s sexual overload, and I don’t know what sort of dimension I’ve entered.

Nothing has quite felt real since Monday.

It’s just Friday, and I’ve had all sorts of things happen to me.

I don’t even realize I’m squeezing down hard on Vincent’s hand until he lifts it and gives it a wave.

It’s then I’m able to look up at him and see the wild curiosity he’s staring back at me with.

If this was designed to shock me, it worked, and like most encounters with this man, I’m left wondering,What next?

“You look scared. My darker tastes aren’t too much for you, are they?” His burning eyes hold me still.

I glance back down at the bodies again moving beneath us then look back to him wondering if he’s ever done that.

“Is this what you do?”

“Not this. I just like watching. The glass is like one big mask that I hide behind as I watch. The way they fuck is so outrageously wild that you lose touch with reality. It’s an escape. You look at them, and they don’t care about anything besides the pleasure. It’s like they’ve gone insane on it.”

As he speaks, my jaw loosens. I look down again. Just below me is a woman on her hands and knees with one guy pounding into her mouth as she sucks his cock and another guy pounding into her from behind. Vincent’s right… they look completely lost in what they’re doing to each other. It’s only when they switch around that my stare brakes and I return my focus to him. I’m already hot from all I’ve seen, but he makes it worse with the molten heat in his eyes.

“What do you think?”

I pull in a breath. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t you?”

I’m lying, and he can tell. I’m so aroused I don’t think I can move, and I’m thinking about sex… with him.

He releases my hand and touches my face. I look away and wince at his touch because his fingers on my skin feel like fire.

“Watching others lose themselves in pleasure like that is like an aphrodisiac. It makes you naturally give in to what you want most,” he taunts, guiding my face back to meet his gaze.

“Is that why you brought me in here?”

He smiles and slides his grip down my throat. It’s almost tight but just loose enough that it doesn’t appear threatening.

“Yes… I thought it would be easier for you to give in to your desire for me.” Without any warning, he lifts up my negligee and slides two fingers past the lace of my thong and right into my pussy. Instead of the usual tease, he strokes my core, but it’s just as tortuous. “I see it’s worked. You’re soaked.”

I hate feeling so exposed. I hate having my feelings and emotions so transparent to him. I can’t keep anything inside or away to myself. He knew I was wet before he touched me.

“Still saying you don’t want this?” he taunts.

“I don’t…” I’ll keep saying it, even as I moan from how damn good his fingers feel inside me.

He narrows his eyes at me, pumps harder, and leans in closer.

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