Chapter 1: The Tease
The neon lights of Club Vixen pulsed like a heartbeat, casting a sultry glow over the sea of bodies writhing to the bass-heavy beat. I strutted through the crowd, my stilettos clicking with purpose, my curves barely contained by the shimmering red lingerie that hugged my skin like a lover’s caress. I’m Sasha, the queen of this den of desire, and tonight, I was on the prowl.
My eyes locked onto him the moment he walked in—Damon, the man with a smirk that could melt steel and a reputation for knowing exactly how to use what God gave him. I’d danced for him before, felt the heat of his gaze, the way his hands twitched to touch me. But tonight, he wasn’t alone. Clinging to his arm was a petite brunette, her lips pursed in a pout that screamed insecurity. His girlfriend, no doubt. Poor thing didn’t know what she was walking into.
I sauntered over, hips swaying like a pendulum, my smile sharp as a blade. ‘Well, well, Damon,’ I purred, leaning in close enough for him to catch the scent of my jasmine perfume. ‘Back for another taste of trouble?’
He grinned, his dark eyes raking over me like I was a feast he couldn’t wait to devour. ‘Sasha, you know I can’t resist. How ‘bout a dance?’
His girlfriend’s grip on his arm tightened, her glare icy enough to freeze hell. ‘Damon, seriously?’ she snapped, her voice a mix of disbelief and betrayal.
I tilted my head, my smirk widening. ‘Oh, honey, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of him. Won’t I, big boy?’ I winked at him, ignoring her entirely as I took his hand and led him toward the private rooms in the back. Her protests faded into the thrum of the music, but I could feel her eyes burning holes into my back.
In the dimly lit room, I pushed him onto the plush velvet chair, my body already moving to the rhythm of the sultry track playing overhead. I straddled his lap, grinding slow and deliberate, feeling him grow hard beneath me. ‘Damn, Damon,’ I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. ‘You’re already aching for me, aren’t you? Bet you’re dying to touch this tight little body.’
He groaned, his hands flexing at his sides, fighting the club’s strict no-touch rule. ‘Sasha, you’re gonna kill me,’ he rasped, his voice thick with lust.
I chuckled, low and wicked. ‘Oh, baby, I haven’t even started.’ I glanced over my shoulder at the doorway where his girlfriend stood, arms crossed, her face a storm of fury. Perfect. I leaned back, arching my body so my ass pressed harder against his straining cock, and shot her a taunting look. ‘You enjoying the show, sweetheart? Or you wanna join in?’
Her jaw dropped, but before she could spit out a retort, I turned my attention back to Damon. My fingers teased the waistband of his jeans, dipping just low enough to make him hiss. ‘What do you say, stud? Wanna feel how wet I am for you?’ I murmured, my voice dripping with sin.
His eyes darkened, a growl rumbling in his chest. ‘Fuck, Sasha, you’re playing dirty.’
‘Always,’ I shot back, popping the button on his jeans with a flick of my wrist. His girlfriend gasped, but I didn’t stop. I was just getting started, and by the time I was done, she’d see exactly who owned this game.
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