The Vaults Temptation (an ADULT 18+ READ)

Chapter 20

Dimitri

I lean back in my chair, the soft hum of the club's music a distant echo now. Most of the crowd has cleared out, save for a few stragglers—drunks being ushered out by Ben, girls still moving to the beat, unaware the night is over. My eyes flick up to the camera feed above my desk. I watch Alicia, ever the professional, offering water to the remaining dancers, telling them the club would be back tomorrow night. But then, something else catches my attention on the second screen—down in the lower vault, a couple. The woman's dress is flipped up as the man bends her over one of the booths, fucking her like is his last chance. My brows knit together in irritation, my hand automatically reaching for my phone.
I dial Alicia. She picks up on the second ring, her figure pausing in front of the bar. "Where's Holly?" I ask, my voice low but sharp, cutting through the quiet of the late hour. Alicia shrugs, tossing her rag onto the counter. "Dunno, boss. Haven't seen her all night."

That one sentence sends an unfamiliar chill through my veins. Holly's not here? Not where she's supposed to be? I end the call abruptly, my heart pounding in a way I'm not used to. I stand and make my way downstairs, scanning the first floor of the club. Where the fuck is she? I push past the remaining guests, heading straight to the lower vault. Bursting through the door, I see the couple still tangled in each other, oblivious to the world around them. "Yo, club's closed. Get the fuck out," I bark. The man groans, pulling out of the woman, but neither of them argue as they adjust their clothes and hurry out. I barely notice them. My mind is elsewhere—on Holly. I pull up her number, my thumb hovering over the screen as I dial. It rings and rings. No answer.

Pushing past a guard, I quicken my pace, my chest tightening with every second. I storm into the lounging area of the ground vault, scanning the room like a predator searching for its prey. Four people remain, but none of them are her. Then my eyes land on the stage, and I freeze.

Holly.

She's up there with Genevieve, her strawberry curls cascading down her back. But it's what she's wearing—or rather, not wearing—that stops my breath. Holly is completely naked, swaying her hips in rhythm to the fading music, her bare skin glowing under the dim lights. A primal rush of anger and lust floods my system, so intense it makes my vision blur. I take a slow, deliberate step forward, my voice echoing through the vault. "Everybody get the fuck out of my club."

The room shifts in a panic. Holly's head snaps towards me, her eyes wide. Genevieve scrambles off the stage, grabbing her things, while the last few guests make their way out, too. But Holly? Holly tries to walk past me like she's going to disappear into the night.

"Not you."

My voice stops her cold. She turns, her expression unreadable, but I can see the hint of defiance in her eyes. As the door clicks shut behind the last person, leaving just the two of us, I let my gaze drift over her body—those perfect curves, the way her chest rises and falls with each nervous breath. Her bare pussy on full display, unapologetic. Jesus. I try to control the urge threatening to take over, the rage mixing with desire in a deadly cocktail. "Holly," I begin, voice strained, "I said you weren't working down here." She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as if that could hide what I've already seen. "And I thought you said the girls who work here do it because they want to," she shoots back, her tone sharp.

My eyes darken as they flick from her lips to her eyes. "Did anybody touch you?" I ask, the jealousy I feel coming out colder than I intended.
"No," she snaps, then adds, "But so what if they did? That's my fucking business! I work for you, and if I can get a good fuck out of it, why wouldn't I?" Her words hit me like a slap, but it's not pain I feel—it's that familiar pull, the dangerous desire to take control. I move toward her, my voice dropping to an eerie, low tone. "Get on your knees." She furrows her brows, confusion flickering across her face. "What are you talking about?" she asks, but there's hesitation in her voice.

I don't give her time to argue. In one swift motion, I grab her by the throat and push her down, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. I look down at her, my grip tight but not enough to hurt—yet. "What did I say would happen if you didn't watch your mouth?" I growl, watching the mix of lust and fear flash in her eyes. "If you wanted a good fuck, all you had to do was knock on my office door." Her breath catches, a soft whimper escaping her lips, and I know I've got her right where I want her. "You like it rough, don't you?" I taunt, my voice dripping with dark amusement. "That sweet act you came in here with? Total bullshit, wasn't it?" Holly looks up at me, her eyes burning with desire, her defiance melting away under the weight of my words.
"Open your fucking mouth," I order, my voice thick with lust. I stand, leaving her on her knees as I undo my belt, her eyes never leaving mine. The room falls silent, but the tension between us speaks volumes.

I undo my belt, the soft leather sliding through my hands before I wrap it tightly around Holly's wrists, binding them behind her back. She stays on her knees, staring up at me with that fucking look in her eyes—horny and ready. I crouch down, meeting her gaze as I grip her chin. "If I ever catch you down here again, you might make me burn my own fucking club down." My voice is a growl, but it only makes her shiver, her lips parting slightly. I trace my finger over her bottom lip, watching the way she shifts on her knees, desperate for more. I slide my hand between her legs, my fingers moving slowly up her pussy, running over her clit with just enough pressure to make her gasp. She trembles beneath my touch, and I can feel how wet she is. I pull my finger away and bring it to my mouth, sucking on it as I hold her gaze. "So fucking wet, sweetheart," I murmur, my tone dripping with lust.

Standing up, I yank my pants down just enough for my dick to spring free. Without any warning, I grab her by the hair, pulling her head back before shoving my cock into her mouth. Holly lets out a muffled moan, something between satisfaction and submission, and I feel the vibration of her sounds ripple through me. I grip her hair tighter and begin fucking her throat, hard and fast, not giving her a chance to think—just to take it.
My head falls back as I lose myself in the sensation of her mouth around my cock, her warm tongue working me over. "Jesus, Holly," I groan, glancing down at her—those big, gorgeous eyes locked on mine, her lips stretched around me, spit pooling at the corners of her mouth. My control snaps, and I start ramming her throat harder, her eyes tearing up as she struggles to keep up. Spit drips down her chin, and I yank her head back to give her a second to breathe, her gasps filling the air as she moans around her need. "You just want to be fucked, don't you, sweetheart?" I growl, wiping a tear from her cheek. "You want your pussy filled and your throat choked, huh?"

Before I can say more, she leans back in and takes me into her mouth again, her eyes closing as she sucks me deeper. She's fucking loving it. I can feel it in the way she moves, in the way she moans around my cock. I smile to myself, watching her, and murmur, "Gooood girl, just like thaaat..."