The Vaults Temptation (an ADULT 18+ READ)

Chapter 8

Holly Grace

The man's eyes trace over me like I'm something to be devoured, his lips parting slightly before he speaks. "Hi, puppy," he says with a devilish grin that spreads across his face, almost feline-like. His voice is smooth, dripping with a kind of arrogance that immediately sets me on edge. "Could I have three bottles of your finest champagne for booth two?" He adjusts his cuff, which I'm guessing costs more than my entire car. I force a smile, nodding as I move to grab the bottles, my heart beating a little faster than I'd like to admit.

Before I can even uncork the first bottle, two other men and three women stumble into the underground club suite, taking over booth two. The giggling from the women fills the space, almost drowning out the soft music playing in the background. I catch a glimpse of one of the men pressing his lips against the neck of a blonde woman, his hand shamelessly groping her breast. I quickly look away, my face heating up as I try to focus on anything else. I busy myself with polishing glasses, my hands moving faster than necessary as I try to block out the scene unfolding behind me.

The sound of something being poured catches my attention, and I glance over just in time to see the woman with short, dark hair dumping a small vial of white powder onto the table. She leans down, sniffs it in one quick motion, and lets out a tiny moan, like it was the best thing she's ever tasted. "Calmer my ass," I mutter under my breath, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. I keep my head down, but my eyes can't help but dart back to the table. The first man, the one who called me "puppy," slides his hand up the dark-haired woman's dress, her legs spreading as he caresses her. Her bare pussy is in full view, and I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek, trying to focus on literally anything else.

Without thinking, I pour myself a small shot of vodka, downing it quickly as the heat from the alcohol spreads through me. I shouldn't be watching this, but I can't seem to tear my eyes away. His fingers keep moving under her dress, his mouth on her neck, while the others laugh and drink like nothing out of the ordinary is happening. It's chaos, a slow-burning disaster that's impossible to ignore, and all I can do is try to keep myself together while the night spirals around me.

The blonde woman hops onto the man's lap, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles as she grinds against him. His face is buried in her chest, and his hands are firmly gripping her ass, pulling her closer with each movement. It's like something out of a dark, twisted fantasy playing out right in front of me, and I feel my pulse quicken. At the same time, the brunette woman throws her head back, letting out a soft moan as the man's fingers continue to work under her dress, rubbing against her clit in a way that makes my stomach twist. I can't believe this is happening. It's like a train wreck—horrifying, but I can't tear my eyes away.

Just when I think it couldn't get more surreal, the man caressing the brunette looks up, his gaze locking with mine. His fingers don't stop moving, and neither does the dark smile that spreads across his face as he watches me watching them. My breath catches in my throat, a mix of shock and something else tightening in my chest. He knows I'm looking, and he's enjoying every second of it. That wicked grin makes my skin crawl and heat up all at once, and I quickly look away, but the image is already burned into my mind.