I arch an eyebrow. “You’ve been counting? I’m flattered.”
His response is another kiss, harder this time, teeth catching my lower lip in a way that makes heat pool low in my stomach. One of his hands releases my wrist to grab my jaw, tilting my head for better access as his tongue slides against mine.
When he finally breaks the kiss, we’re both breathing hard. My free hand finds its way to his chest, feeling the thunderous beat of his heart beneath my palm.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I challenge softly, holding his gaze.
Victor’s eyes darken, conflicted desire written across his features. His thumb brushes roughly across my lower lip, and I can feel him hardening against my hip.
“I can’t,” he admits, the words seemingly torn from somewhere deep inside him.
“Come with me,” I say, my voice low enough that only Victor can hear it. His eyes dart around the alley, checking for witnesses to our embrace. “I have a place nearby.”
Relief washes over his features, though the tension doesn’t leave his body. “Lead the way.”
Lucky for us both, my private members bar is only a block away—an exclusive space I established for Eclipse VIPs whoneed discretion rather than spectacle. We walk side by side, close enough that our shoulders occasionally brush, each contact sending a zap through my veins.
Victor maintains a deliberate distance between us, his jaw clenched and eyes forward. He’s still fighting it, still pretending this is something that’s happening to him rather than something he’s choosing. I let him have the illusion. For now.
“It’s closed until tonight,” I explain as I unlock the unmarked door. “No cameras, no staff. Complete privacy.”
The space is intimate—dark wood, leather seating, subtle lighting that casts everything in golden shadows. I’ve barely locked the door behind us when Victor’s control shatters.
His hands are everywhere at once, shoving me against the wall, mouth crashing into mine with desperate force. The kiss is all teeth and tongue, desperation made physical. My body responds instantly, arching into him as his hands grip my hips hard enough to leave marks.
Victor breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged against my ear. “I want your ass so fucking bad,” he growls, the words vibrating through his chest and into mine.
I smile against his neck, savoring the victory in his surrender. “Then take it.”
“I have something to show you,” I say, leading him deeper into the exclusive space. My fingers curl around his wrist, feeling his pulse hammering beneath my thumb.
At the back of the bar, behind an unmarked door that blends seamlessly with the paneled walls, lies my private sanctuary. I key in the code—only three people know it exists, and only I have access—and push the door open.
Victor’s sharp intake of breath is reward enough as the lights automatically rise to a dim glow. The room isn’t large, but it’s meticulously equipped. Padded leather benches. Restraintshanging from discreet hooks. A cabinet of toys and tools. And mirrored walls.
“What the fuck is this place?” Victor’s voice has dropped an octave, heavy with something between lust and apprehension.
I turn to face him, fingers already working at the buttons of my shirt. “Something tells me you know exactly what this is.”
His eyes track every inch of skin I reveal. I take my time, enjoying how his breathing quickens as I shrug the shirt from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. My hands move to my belt, the leather sliding free with a soft hiss.
“You planned this too,” he accuses, but there’s no real anger in his tone—just heat.
I step out of my jeans and underwear in one fluid motion. “I like to be prepared for every possibility.”
Naked now, I cross to the main bench—black leather over a sturdy frame, padded in all the right places. Without hesitation, I position myself on it, my knees spread wide on the lower platform, chest resting against the angled top. The leather is cool against my skin.
Looking over my shoulder, I catch Victor’s gaze. “Well?” I ask, arching my back slightly.
The transformation is immediate. Something primal takes over his features—pupils dilating, nostrils flaring, jaw clenched tight. His chest expands with each breath, filling the doorway like a predator blocking its prey’s escape. His cock strains visibly against his slacks, the outline unmistakable.
He looks... beastly. There’s no other word for it. The carefully maintained façade of civilization has slipped, revealing something raw and hungry underneath.
“Fuck,” he breathes, the single syllable rough with need.
Victor doesn’t waste a second. He’s across the room in three powerful strides, yanking open the nearest drawer like he somehow knows exactly where everything is kept. Hishand emerges clutching a bottle of premium silicone lube—the expensive kind I keep stocked for occasions exactly like this.
“Can’t fuck around,” he growls, already tearing at his belt and zipper with his free hand. His slacks hit the floor with a heavy thud, followed immediately by his underwear. His cock springs free, impossibly hard and bobbing. “Need to be inside you right fucking now.”