I stood in the dimly lit changing room, the cool metal of the locker pressing against my back as I tried to steady my breathing. The scent of stale sweat and faint perfume lingered in the air, grounding me in the present. My heart still raced from the encounter in the lounge, and a nagging feeling settled deep in my gut.That had been too close.Way too close.And something told me it wasn’t over.Not even close.I peeled the damp blouse from my skin, the fabric clinging stubbornly before finally letting go. The chill of the room prickled my exposed flesh, but I welcomed the sensation—it kept me alert. As I rummaged through my locker for a spare shirt, the door creaked open behind me."Selene," Victor's voice was low, cautious.I turned, clutching the fresh blouse to my chest. "Victor, you scared me.""Sorry," he said, stepping inside and letting the door close softly behind him. His eyes darted around the room before settling on me. "We need to talk."I nodded, sensing the urgency in
Victor caught my eye again. A flicker of a plan forming behind his brow.And then I felt it—Dante’s gaze settling back on me.I could feel it burning a hole into my cheek even before I turned.“Selene—”Shit.I cut him off with a gasp, deliberately tilting the tray in my hand.Liquid poured out.All over my chest.Down the center of my blouse.Over the curve of my breasts.The alcohol soaked through the thin fabric instantly, clinging to my skin, making the material almost transparent.I froze. Gasped.And then put on a little show.“Oh no,” I squeaked, high-pitched again. “Clumsy me.”Heads turned.Dante’s brows arched.Victor looked startled for half a second before catching on.I blinked innocently at Dante. “Sir… I’ll need to go change.”His eyes lingered.Too long.His gaze dipped down to where the soaked fabric clung to my nipples. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip before he caught himself and leaned back.He waved a hand. “Sure, sure. Do what you need.”I turned quickly,
The door knob rattled again, more insistently this time. The muffled sounds of the orgy faded into the background as a tense silence enveloped the room. All eyes were drawn to the entrance, anticipation and apprehension thick in the air.I stood frozen, the tray of drinks trembling slightly in my hands. My heart pounded against my ribcage, each beat echoing the dread pooling in my stomach. I knew that handle. I'd seen that sharp flick of movement before. And I already felt it in my gut.It was him.Victor.The door creaked open, revealing a tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the dim hallway light. Victor stepped into the room with the confidence of a man who owned every space he entered. His piercing blue eyes scanned the scene, narrowing slightly as they settled on me."Well," he drawled, his voice smooth yet laced with menace. "Is this how you spend your evenings, Selene?"A cold shiver ran down my spine. The room's occupants shifted uncomfortably, sensing the shift in atmosp
[Warning~Explicit content] ––––––––––– Victor stepped in with the sharpness of a man whose patience was a fraying thread. His jaw was tight, his shoulders squared like he’d been preparing for this. The light from the hallway cut behind him, casting a tall shadow that stretched across the polished floor. My lungs emptied. A subtle, silent exhale. Victor. Thank God. His eyes scanned the room, fast and clean. Calculating. And then, like a switch, his expression shifted—plastered on a lazy, disarming grin as he walked in with the pretense of someone who just happened to stroll into a casual Friday night. But I knew better. He’d been watching the cameras. Probably from the back office. Probably from the moment I stepped into the lounge. And he must’ve seen something he didn’t like. Across the room, one of Dante’s friends was still slapping his hips against the redhead’s bare ass, while another had his tongue halfway down a bartender’s throat. Gina refused to move beside me, her eye
I forced a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes and tilted my head slightly, the way a harmless girl might do when caught off guard. My palms were sweating under the tray, and my heart hammered hard enough to bruise. I swallowed, letting my lips part slightly in a rehearsed smile. It felt like sugar melting on poison. My throat tightened, but I forced my voice up, lighter, higher, sweeter. “Oh… me?” I giggled—a sound I barely recognized as my own. “I think you must confuse me with someone else, sir. You’ve probably met dozens of beautiful women. I’m just… someone new.” Dante leaned back, head tilting slightly, the gold and crimson lights flickering across his sharp jawline. His eyes narrowed, lips curved in amusement. “Is that right?” he mused. “You don’t look like someone I’d forget.” I dropped my gaze. “That’s flattering, but I’m sure your list of unforgettable women is longer than this bar’s liquor shelf.” Dante tilted his head, amused, green eyes narrowing just slightly. “Th
The next hour spiraled into chaos.Something unprecedented.Soon, clothes began hitting the floor.Lingerie slipped down thighs. Shirts unbuttoned. Bras unclasped. The redhead let out a breathy moan as the blond suckled at her nipple in full view. Another friend had the braided girl moaning softly as his fingers worked between her legs. The guy who’d been kissed now had his mouth wrapped around his partner’s cock, bobbing enthusiastically while the others laughed and watched.The room stank of sex. Sweat. Cheap perfume. Expensive shame.Carla licked her lips as she watched, eyes glazed with a mixture of jealousy and arousal. I could feel it off her like heatwaves—she wanted to join them. She wanted to be the center of that depravity.She turned to Dante, biting her lip.But Dante’s eyes weren’t on her.They were on me.Every few minutes, he’d glance my way. Not subtle. Not embarrassed. Just…watching.Like he knew there was a puzzle here.And he liked puzzles.I felt exposed. Like he w