The Vaults Temptation (an ADULT 18+ READ)

Chapter 16

Holly Grace

As we walk down the spiral staircase, I feel the weight of Dimitri's presence beside me. The air between us is thick with unspoken tension, and each step I take feels heavier than the last. The sounds of the club fade away as we descend, leaving only the echo of our footsteps. I've been down to the lower vault before, but never with him. Not like this. When we reach the bottom, a guard stands by the door. Without a word, Dimitri motions for him to let us through, and the door swings open without hesitation.

The moment we step through, the atmosphere shifts. The hallway is dark, illuminated only by dim, red lighting that gives everything a seductive glow. There are twelve doors lining the hallway, six on either side, and from each one, I can hear faint music, moans, and laughter. It's like the walls are alive with erotic energy, and it's hard to focus on anything other than the sounds. My heart races as we walk, but I keep my eyes forward, trying to act unaffected.
Dimitri turns left at the end of the hallway, and when I follow him, my breath catches. The room we enter is massive. It's dark and smells like cigars and cologne, and something else I can't place. There's a stage with five girls dancing, completely naked, their bodies moving slowly and sensually under the dim lights. Red, plush booths line the walls, and in one, a man is lounging back with his pants undone, openly jerking off as he watches the girls. In a few booths away from him, a man wearing a navy suit is sipping brown liquor while a blonde woman sucks his dick, he throws his head back and moans before putting his hand on her head and gently bobbing her head. The whole place is draped in an erotic atmosphere, the soft music playing in the background almost hypnotic.

I can't help but stare. My eyes move across the room, taking in the sight of naked girls walking around with trays of drinks, their bodies moving with the same kind of seductive confidence as the dancers. One of them stops at a booth, leaning over to hand a drink to a customer. But instead of giving it to him, she takes a sip herself, and then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she leans in and spits the liquor into his mouth. He grins, pulling her onto his lap, and I feel my jaw drop as I watch the whole interaction unfold.
I can feel the heat of Dimitri's gaze on me, watching my every reaction. I swallow hard, trying to regain control of my expression, but it's impossible not to feel completely out of my depth. I've heard about what happens in the ground vault, but seeing it—feeling it—is an entirely different experience. My pulse quickens, my skin tingling with awareness as I feel his eyes lingering on me.

"Welcome to the ground vault," Dimitri says, his voice low and smooth, almost mocking. I can hear the satisfaction in his tone, like he knows exactly what's going through my mind right now. I glance at him, and for a moment, our eyes lock. There's something dark and knowing in his gaze, something that makes the air between us feel even more charged. He steps closer, his arm brushing mine ever so slightly, and the heat that rolls off him makes it impossible to ignore the tension between us. I tear my eyes away from him and look back at the room, but all I can feel is the pull of his presence beside me. The erotic energy of the vault seems to sink into my skin, but it's nothing compared to the awareness of Dimitri standing so close. This place is intense, overwhelming, but the way he looks at me, the way the air feels thick between us, is something else entirely.