FORBIDDEN VELVET VOWS

.“Lyra! Come serve the gentlemen a drink!” Madam Rosette’s sharp voice sliced through the haze of music, laughter, and cigarette smoke flooding Velvet Eclipse. I turned immediately, my stomach tightening the moment I saw him. Damian Blackwood. I had been intentionally avoiding him for the past two weeks, but tonight there was no escape. I grabbed the silver tray and walked over, hips swaying on autopilot. By the time I reached his booth, my pulse was already unsteady. “Damian,” I greeted softly, placing the drink in front of him. He looked up at me, those intense dark eyes studying my face for a long moment before he spoke. “You’ve been avoiding me, Lyra. Two whole weeks. Why?” Of course I had been avoiding him… who wouldn’t? I thought bitterly. I literally found out his brother was the guy I had the best f**k of my life with… The memory of Adrian hit me hard — his carefree smile, the way he f****d me like the world was ending, the wild nights we spent together before he disappeared abroad. And now here was his younger brother, Damian stuck up on me this past few months. I forced a casual smile and leaned one hip against the booth. “I’ve just been busy lately. Too many customers to attend to. You know how it is here.” Damian stared at me for a while, silent and unblinking. Then he leaned forward slightly. “I know you’re lying, Lyra,” he said quietly, his voice low and certain. “Tell me… did I do something wrong?” The sincerity in his tone made something twist in my chest. I gently reached out and touched his beard, my fingers brushing the rough stubble along his jaw. “You did nothing,” I whispered. “But I have to work, Damian. I have customers to serve… seriously.” I tried to pull away, but before I could step back, his hand shot out and caught my wrist. He pulled me toward him with just enough force that I lost my balance and rolled into his lap, my body pressing against his hard chest. The heat between us sparked instantly — hot, electric, and undeniable. My breasts crushed against him. His strong arm wrapped around my waist, holding me there. I could feel the hard ridge of his c**k pressing against my thigh through his trousers. My short skirt had ridden up, and the warmth of his body against my barely-covered p***y made me bite my lip hard. “Damian…” I breathed, my voice shaky. He didn’t let go. His other hand came up to cup the side of my face, thumb stroking my cheek as his dark eyes burned into mine. “You wore black tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. I crossed my arms lightly and leaned back against the booth, trying to appear unaffected. “You say that like it surprises you.” “It doesn’t,” he admitted, eyes darkening. “You just look unfairly beautiful in it. Every time you walk toward me like this… it gets harder to stay seated.” The compliment, paired with the quiet hunger in his tone, sent a warm flutter low in my belly. I slipped into the seat opposite him, trying to ignore the growing heat curling between my thighs. “You really should stop coming here,” I said after a moment, my voice softer than I intended. “This place isn’t meant for someone like you.” A faint smile appeared on his lips as he leaned back. “And what kind of man am I exactly?” “The kind that still believes people should be saved.” That made him laugh softly. The rich sound sent a shiver down my spine. “You know what I think?” he asked quietly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m almost afraid to hear it.” “I think you keep trying to convince yourself you belong here more than anyone else does… but I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching.” My throat tightened. “You don’t know anything about me.” “Then let me,” he replied, voice dropping lower. “Let me know you, Lyra. All of you.” I looked away, but the movement only brought me closer to him. His hand brushed lightly against my bare thigh beneath the table — just a gentle touch, warm fingers resting against my skin. Not pushing. Just… there. My breathing almost stopped. Heat rushed through my body instantly. I could feel myself getting wet again, my p***y aching with a slow, deep yearning I couldn’t ignore. His touch was so light, yet it made me imagine those same fingers sliding higher, slipping under my skirt, teasing me until I trembled. Damian noticed my reaction immediately. “There it is again,” he murmured, his thumb stroking the smallest circle on my thigh. “That little tremble you try so hard to hide. Your body wants me even when your words push me away.” I bit my lip, fighting the urge to press my thighs together. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” He leaned slightly closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Because every night I come here, I sit in this same booth wondering what it would feel like to have you underneath me. To hear you moan my name instead of pushing me away.” “You should leave before you become addicted to this place,” I whispered, my voice slightly breathless. His gaze held mine steadily, dark and intense. “Too late,” he replied softly. “I stopped coming here for the club a long time ago. I come here for you, Lyra and you know that.” He leaned in closer, his eyes slowly sweeping over my deep cleavage, lingering on my hard n*****s straining against the thin fabric. For a moment, he bit his lower lip hard, as if physically holding himself back from saying or doing everything he truly wanted. “Why fight it so hard huh..tell me honestly, Lyra — don’t you feel something when I look at you like this? Like you’re the only woman in the entire world?” His words wrapped around me like warm silk. I bit my lip, feeling a heavy ache bloom in my chest. “Damian… you don’t understand. I love the freedom here. I love being desired by different men every night. I don’t want to be tied down, no matter how tempting you are.” He bit his lip again, harder this time, his jaw tightening as if my rejection physically pained him. “But what if I can give you more than all of them combined?” he whispered, his big hand sliding gently around my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel the heat of his body. “What if I can make you feel seen… wanted… truly wanted? I dream about you, Lyra. Not just your body. I dream about waking up next to you. About being the man who finally makes you feel safe enough to let go.” I trembled against him, my heart beating wildly. Fresh warmth spread through me, making my thighs press together. “You make it sound so easy… but I’m scared of losing myself. “Please, Lyra,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, voice thick with restrained desire. “Just one chance. Let me show you what it feels like to be truly wanted by someone who can’t stop thinking about you.” I gasped softly as his fingers rested warmly on my thigh, not pushing further, just staying there — a silent promise. My bare breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. I yearned so badly to lean into him, to let his arms wrap around me completely, to lose myself in the way he looked at me like I mattered. “Damian…” I moaned his name quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. My mind was flooded with soft, dangerous images — his hands on my waist and everything I wanted him to do to me. But I couldn’t give in. I bit my lip hard as I finally shoved him aside. “Damian… no.” “Why not?” he moaned against my ear, that deep voice making my knees weaken instantly. “I know you want this as much as I do, Lyra. I can see the hunger in your eyes every time you look at me.” “I said no,” I finally managed, pushing him harder even as my soaked p***y throbbed in protest. He gasped softly, eyes dark with frustration and lust, but he retreated. For a long moment he just stared at me, chest heaving. “Fine, Lyra… I would respect your decision for now,” he said quietly, his voice laced with restrained hunger and disappointment. He gave me one last lingering look before turning and walking out. The moment Damian disappeared into the crowd, I bolted toward the staff bathroom. My short skirt kept riding up with every hurried step, the cool air teasing my still-dripping p***y. I bumped hard into Maria just outside the door. “Tch, tch, tch,” she mocked with a knowing smirk. “Rejected that hot rich guy again? Girl, your thighs are literally glistening. You’re soaked for him, aren’t you?” I let out a heavy sigh and leaned against the wall, trying to calm my racing heart. “Besides,” I said, lowering my voice, “I told you I had history with his brother. I really cannot afford to complicate my life. I just want s*x and good living. Simple. No attachments. No rich boy drama.” Maria raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Mmm, keep telling yourself that.” Before I could reply, Madam Rosette’s voice rang out from down the hall. "hope you hotties are prepared for the night?" we scoffed ignoring her. “Fine, fine Maria finally added. If you say so for now… prepare yourself, Lyra. Mr. Michael is here and he doesn’t go easy.” I smirked and rolled my eyes dramatically. “Of course he doesn’t.” I stroked toward the restroom, pushing the door open and locking it behind me. The moment I was alone, I leaned against the sink and stared at my reflection — flushed cheeks, hard n*****s pressing against my top, and that unmistakable look of arousal in my eyes. “Damian Blackwood…” I whispered to myself, biting my lip hard. “Why do you have to make everything so complicated?”