Page 4 of Dark Seduction

“Come one. There’s some private rooms towards the back. More our speed, I think.”

We weave through more sweaty bodies before coming to a halt where two guards stand with a velvet red rope spanning the space between them. The big guy stares at us, his face void of all expression. V slips his hand into his back pocket and pulls out a black card, handing it to him. The guy nods, unclipping the rope between them and allowing us to pass.

“Remind me to thank Liam’s buddy the next time he’s in town,” I murmur under my breath. V’s need to blow of a little steam is warranted, but it had been a hot fucking minute since I’d gotten my dick wet. The club whores didn’t want a prospect like me, and with the shit I had to do for the club, it left little down time. I need this just as much as V did. Jerking off is getting a little old.

A row of rooms line the hallway behind the rope. Every single door is wide open, revealing couples and groups of people fucking loudly inside. The sound of slapping bodies and moans filling the hallway as we pass. V moves on ahead of me, but one open door in particular catches my eye. I skid to a stop, grabbing V by the shoulder to halt his forward pursuit.

“The fuck?” he groans, but his protests stop when he notices what caught my eye.

Inside this room, a woman sits in a high-backed leather chair. Her face is hidden by a black leather mask, her long, dark hair cascading down her narrow shoulders and falling just short of her bountiful tits.

She sits in that chair like a fucking queen on a throne. Her naked body is on display for any who pass. I lick my lips as I take her in. Tattoos cover nearly every inch of her skin, swirls of colors and designs flowing seamlessly together. A dragon on her abdomen circles her round hips and onto her thighs.

She’s a fucking goddess ready for someone to worship her, and I’d bow down just to get a taste of her.

“Hello there,” she says, her sultry voice beckoning to me like a siren’s song.

“Hello, beautiful,” V replies, stepping into the doorway. “All alone?”

“Seems that way,” she sighs. “Never seen you two around before.” Ah. She’s a regular, it appears. With the kind of confidence oozes from her, it’s not surprising. “First time?”

V leans up against the doorframe, crossing his tattooed arms against his chest. “Might be.”

“What about your friend?” she asks. Her eyes are barely visible under her black mask, but I can feel them on me, the heat of her gaze going straight to my fucking cock.

“First timer.”

“Well, then, why don’t you two join me? I’ll give you a proper welcome to the Vanilla Villa.” She uncrosses her legs, baring her bald pussy. “No one has piqued my interest tonight, but I think the two of you will serve me well.”

V looks at me, his eyes narrowed with uncertainty. We’ve never shared a woman at the same time. Sure, most of the unattached guys had shared the available girls at the club, but this is different. I’m a territorial bastard. Sharing has never my greatest virtue.

“Didn’t come all this way to not enjoy ourselves,” V says, raising a brow.

“Fuck it,” I growl. “Let’s do this.”

I shove past him, my shoulder brushing V’s as I move. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her red painted lips twist into a smile, and I feel that smile in my gut. Fucking hell.

As I approach her chair, her hand comes up. “Take your shirts off,” she says, sitting up a little taller. “And both of you get on your knees.”

Never in my life have I had a woman instruct me when it comes to sex, but there’s something about the lilt of her voice and the commanding confidence in the way she takes us in that has me scrambling to obey.

As my shirt hits the floor, I drop to my knees before her, and V does the same, his half naked body next to mine, his eyes also trained only on the vixen in the chair.

Her eyes flicker with desire from behind her mask as she takes us in. “Have either of you ever shared a woman?”

I swallow, my gaze frozen on her as I shake my head. V shakes his head as well.

“I wonder,” she says, putting one knee over the arm of her chair. “Do you touch each other?”

“Fuck no,” V growls as I shake my head, entranced by the glimpse of her pussy before me.

The woman grins. “Ok, then. No touching anyone but me.”

She moves, placing her other leg over the opposite arm of the chair, her legs now spread before us like an offering. “You,” she says, her finger pointing at V. “Do you like my pussy?”

V growls. “Fuck, yes.”

She nods, her hand coming down until her finger is circling her pretty pink clit.

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