Meanwhile, in one of the VIP rooms, Eve sat waiting for the man who was to be sent to her. She looked around, wondering why the room felt so cozy yet was filled with dark decor. What caught her attention most were the lewd paintings adorning the walls.
Turning her head in the opposite direction, she spotted a belt and other sex tools hanging neatly on display. Her eyes widened in alarm, and she quickly looked away, whispering to herself that she couldn’t go through with it.
How was she supposed to have her first time in such a disturbing room?
Just as she stood up to leave, the door creaked open, and a man dressed in a black robe stepped inside. Eve froze, her gaze falling to his exposed chest. At the sight of his toned abs, her legs weakened, and she swallowed hard, caught somewhere between anticipation and fear.
"I am sorry to keep you waiting," the man said smoothly. "Shall we?" He closed the distance between them.
Gulping, she began, "I... I am new to this, I..." But before she could finish, he placed a finger over her lips, silencing her.
"I know. They told me you are a virgin. I know just the right position for you," he murmured, his voice deep and seductive. Before she could react, one hand wrapped around her waist while the other cupped her face, pulling her body roughly against his. She gasped, shocked.
"Wait, I... think, I..." she stammered, overwhelmed by the storm of emotions brewing inside her. She couldn’t quite describe what she felt; it was a whirlwind of fear, anticipation, and doubt. Something felt wrong.
Yet a part of her still wanted to know what it was like, to no longer be innocent.
"Just relax," he whispered. "Let me take you to cloud nine." His lips lowered to her neck, and she shivered as they made contact. Her eyes widened. It felt... okay.
But wait, what was he doing?
"No, don’t take off my clothes," she said, an alarm rising in her voice as she felt his fingers at her buttons.
"We can’t do this with clothes on, can we?" He replied, mistaking her fear for shyness. He continued fumbling with her buttons, ignoring her growing discomfort.
That’s when regret began to creep in, her instincts flaring.
"No! Wait, not ." She pushed his hand away, but he wouldn’t stop. He continued kissing her neck while tugging insistently at her shirt.
"I said stop!" She cried, struggling harder.
Like lightning, the door burst open. Before Eve could even process what was happening, the intruder snatched up a bottle and smashed it across the man’s head.
"Ahh!" The man screamed, collapsing to the floor in agony.
Eve screamed too, watching in horror as blood spilled down his face while he clutched his head.
"Take him out," Syres commanded, breathing heavily, fists clenched at his sides. Jude stepped forward, picked up the man, and dragged him out of the room.
"You can’t just go around smashing bottles over people’s heads!" Eve shouted at Syres, staring at him like he has lost his mind.
"I can, and I just did," Syres replied coolly, not the least bit fazed by what he had done.
"Why do you keep interfering? Why can’t you just leave me alone?" Eve demanded, her voice edged with anger.
"Because of this," he said, dragging her toward him in one swift motion. One arm wrapped around her waist while the other rose to her neck, gentle but commanding, as he picked up a shard of glass in one corner of her neck.
Eve’s heart skipped a beat. Her breath hitched as her eyes locked with his. Something flickered there, heat, restraint, something dangerous and unspoken. She felt the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath his chest. Had he been running? Because of her?
"If you really want to have sex," he said, his voice low and deliberate, "I can arrange men for you. But not in a place . This place isn’t for you."
His words snapped her out of her trance. "A place ?" She shot back, brows furrowed. "I am twenty-four, Syres. I am old enough to get married. Why can’t I come to a club?"
He smirked, eyes trailing over her face like he could see through her bravado. "Do you even know how to use those?" He asked, nodding toward the corner of the room where the sex toys still sat.
She turned to glance at them, her face instantly flushing. "They are sex toys," she replied defensively. "What else is there to know?"
He nudged her waist with the side of his hand, drawing her attention back to him. "You are not even experienced. So why come here?"
"Why does it matter?" She snapped. "Don’t people get experience in clubs? Why is it a problem just because it’s me? You are here too, for the same reason."
"At least I know what I am doing. Do you?" He asked, voice suddenly calm, but sharp. "You couldn’t even stop him from touching you. Do you realize what could have happened? You could have been raped, Eve."
That stung. Her jaw clenched, her anger flaring.
"It’s none of your business," she snapped. "You already cracked his skull open, where am I supposed to get my experience now?"
She pushed at his chest, but he didn’t budge. Instead, his eyes darkened.
"If you truly want your first experience..." he murmured, voice thick and deliberate, "then I would like the honor of stealing it."
Her breath caught in her throat. She looked up, startled, just as Syres closed the distance between them and seized her lips in a deep, consuming kiss.
His free hand slid behind her head, anchoring her in place. He kissed her like a man starved, hungry, unapologetic. As he walked her back, she stumbled with him, both of them sinking onto the couch.
Eve could barely think but her body responded before her mind could. Her lips parted, allowing him access. Every nerve lit up under his touch, and her world blurred until there was only him...only this. The kiss deepened, rough and intimate, like he was claiming something he had no intention of giving back.
The same man who once couldn’t stand her was now kissing the life out of her. But... to what end?
Syres tilted his head to the side and kissed her deeper, his hands holding her tightly, like if he let go, she might vanish.
"Mmm," Eve moaned softly, gasping as she felt a damp heat bloom between her thighs, her entire body trembling under the weight of sensation.
Then he withdrew just enough to murmur against her lips, "I want to be the only thing you think about... even when you are in bed with your husband."