Page 7 of Haunted Love

His fingers brush over my inner wrist, lingering on the white wristband. “Hi, baby doll. Are you having a good time?”

I discreetly pull my arm away, putting a little space between us. If we were in a normal club, Becs would already have this guy in a chokehold, but considering where we are and that the point is to approach new people, I turn to face him, my gaze sailing over his face. He’s handsome. Tall. Maybe six foot three. And judging by his expensive suit, he must be somewhat successful.

“I am. And yourself?”

His sultry gaze trails over my face. “I hope to be.”

There’s a sexy ruggedness to him. He looks as though he’s had a long day in the office and is ready to spend his night indulging in a beautiful woman, sinking into her over and over and getting lost in the pure satisfaction her body can offer. But despite the way he’s looking at me through a hooded gaze with a promise of one hell of a good night, I know in my gut that this isn’t the man who’ll be scratching that particular itch.

I offer polite conversation, and when the bartender returns with his drink, he excuses himself, clearly able to see that I won’t be falling for his charm tonight. And honestly, I respect a man who just gets it and has the self-respect to walk away before things turn sour.

Becs and I sit for a few minutes, taking everything in as we sip our drinks. She points out the BDSM couple across the room, while I point out the scene playing out through the open door of one of the private rooms. We finish our drinks, and by the time I’m halfway through the second, I’m finally beginning to loosen up. We chat with a few people. One couple invites us to join them in a private room while another puts on a show, loving the attention. And I realize, even if I don’t do anything, if I leave tonight with my virginity still intact, tonight is still shaping up to be a great experience.

We must have been here for an hour when Becs takes my hand and pulls me toward the entrance to the VIP area. “Come on, I’m dying to check this out,” she tells me, and I have to agree, I am too. A few of the people we’ve met have offered stories about their crazy nights down in the VIP lounge, and it’s left me more than intrigued.

We move across the club, weaving through the couples and parties who have become even bolder as the night wears on. As we reach the top of the stairs and show our gold, shimmering moth stamps to the security guard, we’re waved through, and I know without a doubt that whatever I’m about to walk into is going to blow my world into a million tiny pieces.

Vixen has been unreal, like a crazy, wild adventure, but as we descend the stairs into the VIP lounge, a feeling of euphoria takes over and suddenly everything is so damn real. The music upstairs was sultry and hypnotic, but down here, it’s electrifying and makes my blood buzz with a hungry energy.

The lighting is different, deeper somehow, and unlike upstairs, people aren’t just chilling at the bar. There aren’t as many people, but the sexual energy in the room far outweighs that of the main floor, plus the nudity down here is eye-opening. There are more private rooms scattered here, many of their doors already closed. The lounges and booths are filled with people, women draped over the couches as men ravage their bodies.

I see a man with his face plunged between a woman’s legs while another man thrusts into his ass. While his body drags slowly in and out, each thrust is powerful, and I find myself wondering if I’m suddenly into watching men like this. The woman is in ecstasy as another man kneels by her head and she takes his thick cock in her mouth. And while this isn’t anything we didn’t see upstairs, there’s a rawness to it, a hunger that simply didn’t exist before.

“Okay, this is definitely where I want to be,” Becs says, looking around.

“Then go and join them,” a voice says from behind us.

We turn to find a man in a suit who’s clearly just come down the stairs behind us. He’s bold and immediately gets Becs’ attention, and I can’t blame her. He’s hot as hell, and the way his eyes shimmer with desire as he takes her in has a ferocious need flashing in her eyes. He steps into her back, his arm immediately curling around her waist and slipping between her legs.

Whatever he does to her has her grinding against his hand, and when she gasps and groans, it’s clear he’s pushing his fingers inside her. He drops his lips to the base of her throat. “Such a tight little cunt,” he purrs. “Let me show you off to my friends.”

Becs rolls her tongue over her bottom lip before quickly sparing me a glance.

“Don’t let me stop you,” I tell her, seeing the question in her eyes.

She grins back at me before looking up at this bold stranger who’s clearly making her knees weak with his skilled fingers. “Okay.”

He nods and leads her over to the group she was watching before, leaning in and whispering something in her ear. She quickly responds, and with that, they change direction, moving to a different section of the room that’s a little more private. The man nods to a few of the guys at the bar, and they get up and slink toward her. I can only assume these are the friends he wanted to show her off to.

Curiosity gets the best of me, and as I make my way to the bar, I watch Becs for a minute, making sure she’s alright.

The bold man steps into her back again, just as he was by the stairs and his hands roam over her body. He’s gentle with her, not forceful in the least, but still taking control. He slips his hand back between her thighs as his lips drop to the base of her neck, kissing her there. He murmurs things in her ear, hopefully asking what her limits are, and when one of his other friends steps into her front and gently takes the hem of her black dress, it’s clear that Becs is about to get everything she came here for.

They kiss her, touch her, and make her body weak, and as they strip her down and begin sending her into a world of blissful pleasure, a blast of jealousy rumbles through my veins. I wish I had the courage to put myself out there and take what I really want like that.

Becs doesn’t even know these guys and is trusting her body to them, and judging by the look on her face, she’s never felt so alive in her life.

I need that. I’m ready to shed this good girl image and step into the dark side. I want to feel alive. I want the rush that comes along with being with someone. I want to know what it’s like to ride a man and come with his cock buried deep inside me.

I’m sick of waiting for a man that’s never going to love me. It’s time that I take the leap and allow myself the freedom to discover the limits of my body.

As the men shower Becs in sensual touches and her knees fall open, I have to look away. I know she wanted an audience tonight, but there are just some things I can’t watch her do, despite how comfortable she is with her body.

I sip on another cosmopolitan, a deep throb pounding between my thighs as I look around the lounge in a new light. I’m not just looking to take in the sights anymore. I’m searching for the man who’ll take my virginity and finally open me up to a world I’ve always wanted to explore.

I catch the eyes of a few men, each of them delicious in their own right, but nothing about them has me wanting to hold their attention. A bearded man moves in behind me, and when his hand lingers on my waist, I don’t make a move to push him away.

His hand roams over my hip and down between my thighs, and as his lips dance across my neck, I close my eyes, giving in to the pleasure. I grind against him, and before I know it, I’m on my feet. Just as I’m ready to ask for more, a flash of something across the VIP lounge catches my eye—A tall man, shirtless and walking away.

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