Romans & histoires A Touch Of Darkness Spice Level

I replied softly. Spike grinned, his fangs peeking out slightly as he leaned in closer to me. "Good girl," he murmured before popping one of the pills into his mouth and slipping the other into mine. Taking a sip of my drink, the pill slid down my throat. Almost immediately, I felt a rush of euphoria wash over me. The music seemed to pulse through my veins, and the lights on the dance floor danced before my eyes. Spike took my hand once more and led me onto the dance floor, where we moved together in perfect sync. Our bodies rubbed against each other, my body feeling every touch like never before as the drug started to overtake me.

Then he pulled out, breathing hard. “Not done with you yet.” He helped her off the table on shaky legs and walked her to the long bar, bending her over it, chest pressed to the surface, ass up. “Arch your back. Yeah, just like that.” He drizzled chocolate right down the line of her spine. It ran between her cheeks. Damien spread her open and licked it all up, tongue teasing her asshole before moving lower to her dripping pussy. “Damien… oh my god…” “You taste like dessert and sex,” he growled. “Fucking addictive.”

With my head back against the wall, I closed my eyes and let the vibrator do its job and get me off. This session was part of my Diamond level where clients subscribed to a higher tier on the platform and had access to other things my lower levels couldn't see. Diamond level got to see full-on pussy shots whereas the lower tiers only got tits and ass and some panty-shots where you could see the outline of my slit. Then there was my most expensive tier, Onyx. Although this tier was my most expensive, I only had one client subscribed to it, but that's all I needed. He paid ridiculously well, and that's where the real money came from.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

I wanted to fight it, but my own burning desire kept me pinned to the spot. Then, he paused and looked up at me. My breath completely left my lungs at the sight of him. I let out a soft whimper. Midnight-dark hair slightly tousled, framing his angular face perfectly. His pale skin shone brightly under the lights. His lips were stained a deep, vivid crimson. A wet, dark red sheen coated the sharp edges of his teeth. It was undeniable. It wasn't a costume, and it wasn't a game. It should have been the exact second the spell broke. It should have been the moment I screamed, fought, and clawed my way to the exit.

The fruit that hung from the lower branches pulsed with its inner fire, that specific light that generated rather than reflected, responding to the charged atmosphere between them with a brightness that had been building since they sat down. He reached out and let his fingers find the curve of her spine. Not the Dreamveil contact, not the energy merging, not even the hand-holding of the borderlands. His fingers against her actual spine, through the thin silk that was all paradise required for covering, feeling the warmth of her skin through it and the specific architecture of her, vertebra by vertebra under his fingertips. He felt her whole body respond.

He closed his eyes and sighed before giving in and kissing her again. With every laugh and kiss, they felt longing mixed with nervousness and comedy. They were like two teenagers hiding from their parents—but more intense, because they knew it was forbidden and they couldn’t stay long. So Dark immediately released his Golden Sperm. "Oooohhh! Shiiiittt! Honey! I’m done!" Dark gasped as he leaned against the cold wall, holding his chest as if he were out of breath. A smile he couldn’t erase was on his face even though he was covered in sweat.

The moment the pill melted on my tongue, I knew something was off. Instead of the usual bitter taste, there was a sharp, metallic flavor, like chewing on a mouthful of coins and dirt. I gulped it down and glanced at Francis Davis, the Don of the Davis mafia family. He was standing by the window, his back to me, looking all stiff and serious. "This pill's not right," I said. He spun around, and streaks of sunlight from the blinds sliced across his face, making him look like he was part of a black-and-white movie. "What's wrong with it?" he asked.

His form is larger today, darker if that’s at all possible, and the vibrancy of his vision makes me want to dive into it. “Show me where you are,” the light from his eyes coats my skin, warm and comforting like the spiciness that follows him around. Tension coils at the base of my neck just before the rough lick of his voice works its way up my spine. “I’m in the dark,” I whisper cheekily, but there's a distractive urgency that makes it hard to continue looking at him. Tiny flutters in my stomach make my chest heavier with every breath until a small crack in the darkness lets the light sneak through.

I brought it to my lips, inhaling the pleasing aroma of cocoa and then sipped. "Shit." I wince, pulling away and brought a finger to touch my tender lip. I grumble another profanity under my breath as I place the mug back down. " Uhh. " I groan, falling on my back in irritation. The cocoa was still burning hot and the scent was only mocking me as of now. I needed a distraction. My fingers skim over my bedding aimlessly, searching for the remote that would get me off my slump. When I finally clutched the device I switched on the T.V. The last show I had been watching resumes.