FORBIDDEN VELVET VOWS

One touch too much

lyra's point of view

“Damian… that guy is insane,” I whispered under my breath, biting hard against my lower lip as I shut the door of the staff restroom.. Even though the thought of him alone could stop the dangerous heat spreading through my body. My chest rose unevenly. I needed to leave.

Needed to get back to work before I started hearing his voice in my head again. Before I remembered the way his hand had rested on my thigh. The way his eyes darkened whenever he looked at me too long.

“s**t,” I hissed suddenly.

Warm slickness slid uncomfortably between my thighs again. My eyes widened in disbelief before I instantly grabbed the towel hanging beside the sink and pressed it between my legs, drying myself with hurried, embarrassed movements.

“This won’t do,” I muttered breathlessly.

I glanced toward the mirror. My cheeks were flushed crimson. My lipstick slightly ruined. My hair a complete mess. God. I looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly kissed. The thought alone sent another dangerous pulse through me.

“Nope. Absolutely not.”

I spun instantly and stepped into the shower, twisting the knob harder than necessary until freezing water burst from above. A sharp gasp escaped me. Cold water streamed down my skin, soaking my hair instantly as I tilted my head back beneath the spray. I scrubbed desperately at my neck, my arms, my chest — like I could somehow wash Damian’s presence off me. But somehow that only made things worse. Every inch of my body still remembered him.

The bathroom door creaked open slightly.

“s**t! Maria, can you knock?!” I yelled, quickly covering myself while blindly scrubbing water from my face.

But it was Maria — looking absolutely wrecked. She stumbled inside, green-faced and unsteady.

“Oh my God…” I stared at her in alarm.

She tried to speak but her expression twisted violently. I reacted instantly, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her forward just as she bent over the sink.

“THERE— THERE—”

Violent retching exploded from her throat. I grimaced, keeping her hair back while standing as far away as possible.

“Maria! What did you even drink?! Acid?!”

More miserable gagging echoed through the bathroom. The smell hit me hard. “OH HELL NO!” I turned my head away, nearly gagging myself. “You are literally fighting demons right now!”

When the worst finally passed, she slid down to the restroom floor, exhausted. “Lyra…” she said tiredly, “you really should take us into consideration with Damian. You’re stingy with the guy.”

I threw my hands in the air. “Oh God. Not this again.”

She popped a chewing gum into her mouth weakly. “You keep rejecting him. Maybe you should finally give in and, you know…” She wiggled her brows.

“Forget it!” I yelled.

After more back-and-forth teasing, I yanked her up and shoved her out. “Knock next time, b***h!”

“Fine,” she muttered, finally leaving.

I quickly washed my hands again, fixed my makeup, and gave myself one last look in the mirror — calm, seductive, in control.

“The big guys are here, Lyra! Be out in five minutes!” Madam Rosette’s voice barked from outside.

I stepped out of the bathroom, still feeling the ghost of Damian’s touch on my skin. Madam Rosette was waiting with a sharp smile. She grabbed my arm and led me through the pulsing crowd toward the exclusive VIP suites at the back of Velvet Eclipse.

The hallway was dimly lit with deep blue lights. She stopped in front of Suite 7 — the most luxurious one, with a large bed already turned down and soft lighting glowing inside.

“Treat him well,” Madam Rosette whispered close to my ear, her breath warm. “He pays a lot. Very generous with tips if you make him happy.” She winked and gave my ass a light pat before pushing the door open.

“Leave me alone with the hot b***h,” a deep male voice murmured from inside as soon as I entered.

Madam Rosette smiled knowingly and closed the door behind her, leaving me alone with him.

A smirk crossed my cheeks as I stepped further into the room. The client sat on the plush couch in the dim blue light, legs spread, eyes devouring me. A king-sized bed waited behind him, sheets already pulled back invitingly. In his hand, he held a delicate piece of lingerie — the kind we girls wore specifically for private sessions: sheer black lace that barely covered anything, with strategic cutouts designed for easy access.

“Ooh, you came prepared, man,” I whispered seductively as I gently took the lingerie from his fingers, letting my nails graze his skin.

I could clearly see his c**k threatening to bulge through his expensive trousers, already straining hard against the fabric.

“Come to me already, baby,” he moaned, voice thick with lust. “I’m dying to have you.”

I bit my lip slowly, furrowing my brows in that teasing, seductive way I knew drove men crazy. A playful smirk danced on my lips as I watched him tremble with deep, barely-contained lust. His chest rose and fell rapidly, eyes locked on my body like he was seconds away from losing control.

I held the lingerie up between us, letting the soft lace brush against my breasts.

“Then let’s see how long you can last, handsome…”

I whispered seductively, letting my fingers trail lightly over the sheer fabric. “This is one of my favorites… so easy to rip off.”

He leaned back on the couch, eyes hungry as they devoured my body. His c**k was already visibly straining against his trousers.

“Come here, baby,” he groaned, voice thick with need. “I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

I smiled teasingly and stepped between his spread legs, but didn’t touch him yet. Instead, I slowly slipped the lingerie strap over one shoulder, then the other, letting the lace tease my breasts. I turned around, giving him a perfect view of my ass as I bent slightly.

“Patience…” I purred, glancing over my shoulder. “Good things come to those who wait.”

He swallowed hard, biting his lip. “Lyra… please. Just kiss me already.”

I laughed softly, a low, throaty sound, and turned back to him. I gently pulled at the buttons of his shirt, opening them one by one. My hands stroked slowly over his chest and down his belly, feeling the heat of his skin.

“You’re sweating already,” I teased, tracing a fingernail lightly down his abs. He trembled slightly under my touch.

“Lyra…” he moaned my name, his voice desperate. “f**k, you’re killing me.”

I kept teasing him, stroking his arms, his chest, brushing my breasts lightly against him while refusing to give him the kiss he begged for. Every time he tried to pull me closer, I pulled back with a playful smirk, enjoying the power.

“Please, Lyra… just kiss me. I need your mouth so badly.”

I was just about to lean in when—

BANG!