Page 22 of Dark Seduction

As I sit at the bar, nursing my drink and trying to quell the storm of anger inside me, a man approaches with a confident smile. "Can I buy you a drink?" he offers, his voice smooth and inviting.

I hesitate for a moment, considering his offer. Perhaps a distraction is what I need right now. "Sure, why not?" I reply, my tone more curt than I intend.

He orders a drink for me and introduces himself as Jake. He's tall and well-dressed, with a charm that's hard to resist. But my anger still simmers beneath the surface, and I struggle to engage in conversation.

Jake tries to flirt with me, asking about my interests and sharing stories from his own life, but my responses are short and lacking in enthusiasm. I try to engage him. Typically when I’m here, I have no problem meeting new people, but today I can tell that I'm being terrible company, and it's evident in the way his smile slowly fades.

After a few minutes of my monosyllabic answers and distant demeanor, Jake finally sighs and shakes his head. "I can see you've got a lot on your mind," he says with a hint of disappointment. "I'll leave you to it."

I watch as he walks away, my anger slowly giving way to a sense of regret. I came here to escape my troubles, but it seems I've brought them with me. As Jake disappears into the crowd, I realize that I need to find a way to let go of the frustration that's been consuming me, or it will continue to drive a wedge between me and any chance of enjoying the night.

My gaze drifts across the dimly lit room, scanning the crowd for a distraction from my lingering frustration. Two men catch my eye, their gazes intense, but I quickly dismiss the idea of another throuple situation. That's not what I need right now.

Turning my attention elsewhere, I spot a handsome older man with distinguished silver hair sitting alone at a table. He exudes an air of calm and sophistication that intrigues me. This might be the change of pace I'm looking for.

Catching the bartender's attention, I wave him over. "I'll have one of whatever he's having," I say, nodding in the direction of the silver-haired man.

As the bartender prepares the drink, I feel a sense of anticipation. Approaching a stranger, especially one of his age, is a departure from my usual choices, but maybe that's exactly what I need tonight – a different perspective, a new distraction.

Ensuring my black lace mask is in place, I approach the silver-haired man's table with a newfound sense of determination. "Mind if I join you?" I ask, my voice a sultry purr as I give him a playful smile.

He looks up, his eyes meeting mine, and I can see a hint of surprise in his expression. "Not at all," he replies, his voice smooth and cultured.

With a graceful glide, I take the seat opposite him, my eyes never leaving his. Leaning in slightly, I allow my flirtatious side to take over. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room," I say, my words laced with intrigue. "You have an air of mystery about you."

His lips curl into a faint smile, and I can tell he's enjoying the attention. "You're quite the charmer," he replies, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

I hand him the drink that the bartender prepared, our fingers brushing briefly. "Consider it a small token of my appreciation for your company," I say, my tone inviting as I raise my own glass to take a sip.

Leaning in closer, I fix my gaze on the silver-haired man, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "So, have you been here before?" I ask, my voice low and inviting.

He takes a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving mine. "I come here when I'm in town," he replies, his tone casual.

My lips curl into a seductive smile as I inch even closer, my voice a sultry whisper. "You know, they have some rather... intriguing playrooms in the back," I tease, my fingers tracing a suggestive pattern on the table.

His eyebrows raise in curiosity, a spark of interest in his eyes. "I haven't had the pleasure," he admits, his voice laced with intrigue.

I lean in closer, my breath brushing against his ear as I suggest, "Well, how about we change that? Care to explore them with me?"

His gaze meets mine, a mixture of surprise and anticipation. It's a proposition that hangs in the air, thick with the promise of an adventurous night ahead.

A knowing smile plays on his lips as he nods, accepting my invitation. "I can’t think of anything I’d like more," he replies, rising from his chair.

With a graceful sway of my hips, I take his hand and lead him through the dimly lit corridor, ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t be here. This is the first time I’ve ever felt this at the Villa, and I know it’s because of V and Burnt, and that only makes me want to do it more. I need to get over those two Neanderthals and remember who I am.

Together, we pass room after room, all of them occupied by couples and small groups engrossed in passionate sex, some more kinky than the other. The atmosphere is charged with desire and anticipation, and I can feel the man's curiosity growing with each step.

Finally, we arrive at the door of a room I think of as my own private haven. Inside, a plush red carpet stretches out before us, leading to a magnificent throne placed at the center of the room. Dimly lit by soft, sensual lighting, the room exudes an aura of decadence and temptation as the music thuds and thrums in our veins.

I turn to the man and give him the sexiest grin I can muster. “You ready to play?”

His grin grows from curious to wicked as takes a step toward me.

“Sit,” I order, pointing to the chair.

The man frowns, clearly not expecting me to take the lead. Poor guy. He doesn’t know who he’s fucking with.

Reaching down, I cup his cock under his pants and give it a squeeze. “I said sit.”

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