Page 32 of Dark Souls

The Pleasure Den

T he Pleasure Den events were always popular. Most members attended because, let’s be honest, a chance to act out their darkest, most taboo fantasies in a controlled environment was too tempting to pass up.

I took a quick sweep around the venue, checking everything was as it should be before the doors opened. This was one of our higher end establishments. It was a modern, super flashy mansion, all glass windows and sleek architecture that belonged to one of our VIP members. He’d agreed to let us use his place for The Pleasure Den last year, and it was such a hit that it became a permanent location for this event.

But The Devil had requested this one to top them all, so he spared no expense on the equipment, bar staff, dancers, and drugs. Two entertaining rooms on the ground floor were equipped with bars, plush sofas, and floor beds. An array of narcotics would be available from the waitress at an extortionate price. Drinks would be free though, so at least they couldn’t complain about that. Podiums stood in the centre of all the ground floor rooms for the exotic dancers.

I made my way up to the first floor. There were five bedrooms in total, as well as a cinema room. The cinema room would play very graphic porn, while each bedroom had a specific theme. Bondage. Blood play. Torture. Orgies. And a role-play room.

As I continued up the stairs to the second floor, I felt the air shift with magic and my throat closed up. I hated magic with a passion. So much damage could be done by it. But magic sold. Especially when it came to pleasure. I had enlisted one of our witch members, who I could just about tolerate, to cast an enchantment spell on the entire floor. The moment a supernatural stepped onto the landing, they would lose all their inhibitions and become completely immersed in their deepest fantasies. The theme: Dark Desires. I stopped at the top step and the witch, who was using her talent to create it all, Sarah, noticed me and smiled before finishing her final touches to the decor and making her way over.

“Is it done yet?” I asked sharply. I could never be polite to a witch. My past just wouldn’t allow it. I knew it was unfair to put all witches in the same camp as the ones that ruined my life, but it was hard to forgive and forget.

“Yeah. Want to test it out?” she asked, her blue eyes sparkling with the remnants of her magic.

“No. I don’t dabble in magic.”

“That’s a shame.” She leaned against the wall, undoing her hair from the clip at the back and letting her brown curls fall around her shoulders. “You are missing out.”

“I prefer the real thing to illusions.” I didn’t wait for her reply and turned around, marching back down the stairs. Ilaria would have to be kept away from that floor, especially. Fuck, this was the worst idea I’d ever had. Why did I ever agree to let her come to this? How was I going to keep my head and pretend that she meant nothing to me at an event where everyone was here for one reason only? Pleasure. Maybe I was a sadist after all, because clearly, I loved torturing myself. The most annoying part about this event was that I couldn’t hide away in a backroom unless I was needed. I had to be out there, on the floor, keeping everyone in check, because things could escalate far too quickly at an event like this.

I took my position in an armchair on a raised platform at the back of the largest entertaining room on the ground floor and positioned the laptop on the table next to me with the live camera feeds of all the rooms. This way, I would have eyes on everyone at all times.

A vampire barmaid came and placed my vodka on the table and zoomed away, leaving me in peace as I sunk back into the chair and shifted in my leather trousers to get comfy. It only felt right that I look the part tonight. Black leather trousers, a studded belt, my silver chains and rings were all I was wearing. This was one of the few Underground events where the dress code was relaxed. I nodded to the bouncers by the door to gesture that they could open the front doors and stand guard outside.

An hour had passed since the doors had opened, and I was becoming increasingly restless. Ilaria still hadn’t arrived, which I should have been happy about. Maybe she’d changed her mind. Maybe Ezra and Arius had refused after all. This night would be a lot easier if she never came, yet a small part of me was longing to see her walk through those doors. Just to be in the same room as her.

I’d texted her earlier, demanding that she didn’t have a single drink and had to stay on the ground floor where I could keep my eyes on her. But it was a selfish request too. I’d lose my fucking mind if she went into any of the rooms upstairs or on that enchanted floor. No fucking way would I let that happen. I knew the kind of creeps that would be here tonight and no one was touching what was mine.

My eyes were glued on the device in my hand that alerted me to every member that checked in at the front door and when the name Raven Darmont appeared, I struggled to keep my breathing under control. I lifted my gaze just as I felt her presence enter the room and my jaw fell slack at the sight of her. Fury and desire rampaged through me, creating a war within that had me wanting to speed over there, fling her over my shoulder and take her upstairs myself or throw her out of this party because that outfit was going to be the end of me.

Wearing the tightest and shortest PVC dress in existence with a leather corset around her waist and hips that accentuated her curves and suspenders covering those long legs, she strutted in her six-inch high heels with metal spikes. She was wearing a sleek black wig with bangs that stopped at the curve of her ass and a studded black leather choker.

Fuck. Me.

I was pretty sure I’d let her do whatever the fuck she wanted to me dressed like that.

Dragging my eyes away from her and seeing the attention she was already getting from several males in the room, I realised I wasn’t the only one thinking that way. My jaw clenched so tight that my molars cracked under the pressure. My nails extended as I gripped the arms of the chair and forced myself to remain where I was. I couldn’t show her any special attention if I wanted to keep her safe tonight. She had to blend in and just be another member. But fuck, why did she have to torture me like this? Did she have any idea what she was doing to me?

Her red eyes met mine across the room. She smiled subtly, her fangs on display, and I hissed through my own. Fucking hell, she was in her full vampire form. Yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

With an air of confidence and effortless sex appeal, she made her way towards the bar and gained even more attention as males and even women noticed her. She leaned onto the bar and allowed her feisty gaze to sweep the room and I lifted my hand to hide my mouth. My fangs were aching. I wanted to punish her so badly for daring to wear that and making this night a living hell for me. But I was pretty sure that was exactly her intention.

When a man approached her, placing his hand on the small of her back, I snapped the fucking device in my hand. She turned out of his touch subtly, which made him drop his hand as she spoke to him. But my vision was already darkening with that red haze of fury. I knew she had to speak to people tonight. I knew she had to read minds. But the reality of seeing her giving another man all her attention had me wanting to commit mass murder. I needed to feed. My thirst was about to send me spiralling, and I was struggling to keep control with her here. I moved my gaze around the room and contemplated my choices. All the dancers were human and had signed contracts agreeing to be fed from in the same way as at our nightclub. The woman currently on the podium hadn’t taken her eyes off me all night, so that wasn’t an option. I was a taken man, after all.

I noticed a male dancer making his way through the room and whistled at him through my teeth. He turned to look at me, instantly fearing for his life, when I beckoned him over with a wave of my hand. I spread my legs apart and pointed to the floor.

“Sit.”

He did what I demanded with a brief hesitation. His head snapped to the side as I grabbed a handful of his black hair and yanked aggressively, causing him to gasp. I leaned forward just as Ilaria looked my way, and our eyes locked. I bared my fangs before plunging them into his pulsing artery and started to drink. Ilaria’s dark lips parted and her red eyes blazed with arousal as she watched me gulp the man’s blood before I ripped myself away from him. He slumped, leaning one arm over my thigh in a state of unconscious bliss as I sat back and relaxed, feeling slightly more in control already.

“Stay there,” I commanded him as Ilaria licked her lips from the other side of the room before her eyes moved back to the man she was talking to. “I’m going to need you again.” I slapped the side of his face twice to wake him up. “Tonight is going to be a long fucking night for the both of us.”

Oh my… Why was he so damn sexy? Watching Luka drink from that man had my pulse racing and body heating with so much intensity. I lifted my hand to my forehead and felt beads of sweat underneath the bangs of my wig. Fuck, I was overheating. The asshole was so sinfully hot he was physically making me melt.

“So you’re a dominatrix for humans, huh? You must be in your element here, then?” the fae in front of me continued to waffle on as my eyes darted back over to Luka slouching in his leather chair, looking like the King of Sin. Blood dripped down his chin and bare chest, highlighting the definition of his pecs and abs beneath all that black ink as his eyes burned into me. All the while, that human sat between his legs.

“Uh, yeah. Just another day in the office,” I replied sarcastically, forcing myself to keep my attention on the real reason I was here. To gain information. Unfortunately, this fae seemed determined to keep the conversation about me. He laughed, his orange eyes shimmering.

“Well, I can’t say that I have ever tried it. I’m not really the submissive type but I am willing to give anything a go.”

“Sorry, I only work with humans or other vampires.”

“Bit discriminative.” He frowned, annoyed I’d given him the brush off.

“I have particular tastes.” I smiled, showing my fangs.

“Fae bleed too, you know.”

“You taste like magic. Sour. It’s off-putting.”

“Say it how it is, why don’t you?” he scoffed, leaning against the bar.

“How long have you been a member of The Underground ?” I asked, staring into his eyes.

‘12 years.’ He thought . “Abrupt change of topic. Look, if you’re not interested in fucking me, I’m not wasting my time.”

“Not interested.”

He groaned, grabbing his drink from the bar and walking away. Well, that was a waste of time.

“Oh my goddess, Tamara!”

I spun around and my red eyes widened when Sammi raced up to me, flinging her arms around my neck and hugging me inappropriately. Ah shit. How was I going to explain this?

“Not Tamara,” I answered as she released me abruptly and stared at my face with confusion. “My name is Raven. I’m… Tamara’s twin sister.”

“Oh! Sorry. I met your sister last week, and you look just like her. Except for the eyes and bangs. Sorry for diving at you. How is she? I was a little worried when she never came back after going to see The Dealer.” She peered over her shoulder at Luka across the room.

“She’s fine. The Dealer gave her a verbal warning about causing a scene, but it was clear what happened wasn’t her fault. She’s laying low for a while, though.”

She nodded. “She never told me she had a twin.”

“What a bitch.” I shook my head. Sammi laughed.

“Well, you look awesome. Are you here alone?”

“Yeah. Tamara and I were supposed to come together, but you know.”

“Want to hang out with me and Daddy?”

“Daddy?” I questioned, and then I noticed the man she was pointing to across the room. He was clearly a much older wolf with peppered hair and beard but he was still very attractive wearing a designer suit and smoking a cigar. So that was her sugar daddy. Didn’t she say he was extremely wealthy and one of the VIPs at this club? Maybe he’d know a lot more than the average member.

“Yeah. Come on. I’ll introduce you.” She grabbed my wrist and tugged me after her as we weaved between the bodies until we made it to the white leather corner sofa on the other side of the room.

“Daddy?” Sammi plonked herself on the wolf’s lap with a beaming smile. “This is my friend, Raven.”

His dark eyes drank me in as he took a slow puff of his cigar and smiled, showing perfect white teeth. “Hello, Raven.”

“Hi… urgh… sorry, but I won’t be calling you Daddy.”

He chuckled. “That’s a shame.” He leaned forwards, holding onto Sammi with one arm and extending the other towards me. “You can call me Hugo then.”

“Nice to meet you, Hugo,” I said, shaking his hand and staring into those powerful eyes. This man smelt of wealth, along with overpowering cologne.

“Likewise. Come and take a seat with us.”

I sat down, my eyes finding their way back to Luka across the room, when I felt his penetrating stare on me. The way he watched my every move was so unnerving but also exhilarating. He watched me like I was the only person in the room.

“So, I’ve never seen you at an event before. You must be new.”

I moved my gaze back to Hugo and smiled, ignoring Sammi as she sniffed the white powder off the mirrored plate he offered her.

“I am. This is my first event.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Really? Interesting.”

“How long have you been a member?” I asked, holding eye contact.

He blew out a breath while his mind worked through the years. “Nearing a hundred years now.”

I tried to not give away my excitement. This was the man who had information I needed to piece the puzzle together. I could feel it in my bones.

“Wow, that’s a long time. So you must be a special member or something, then?” I toyed with a strand of my black hair, playing the dumb bitch to make him think I wasn’t a threat.

“Something like that.” He chuckled but looked away so I couldn’t read his mind. Damn. He turned to talk to the man next to him and I chewed at my lip. I needed to keep his attention.

“So, Hugo.” I crossed my legs, letting one of my heels brush against his calf, which caused his head to snap back to me. “You must know the people who run this whole thing pretty well, being such a long-standing member? The Dealer, for example.”

Hugo’s dark eyes cast over to Luka briefly before he shook his head. “No one knows the people who run this club well, sweetheart. We pay our monthly bill and enjoy what they offer. That’s the way it works. That man over there is so far removed from society that no one dares approach him. See?”

I peered over to where Luka was glaring at us from his isolated throne and realised that not a single soul was anywhere near him apart from the human between his legs. Everyone was keeping their distance.

“Why? Is he really so scary?” I asked, tilting my head with innocence, which seemed to have Hugo shifting his attention to my cleavage. Sammi narrowed her eyes.

Sorry girl, but if I have to flirt with your man to help mine, I will.

“Scary? He’s unhinged. You do know how he came to run this show?” Hugo lowered his voice as I shook my head. “He murdered the founder of this club and his whole family, eliminating the Knowlton bloodline entirely. Teamed up with The Devil and took their entire empire for themselves. Ballsy move.”

I glanced over at my mate, unable to believe he was capable of such a thing but then, who knows? Maybe he was. “And who is The Devil?”

Hugo shrugged his broad shoulders. “Beats me. Never met him. He’s a silent partner, I guess.” He was telling the truth.

“And the Devil’s Pet? I heard he’s someone I should stay away from.” I batted my lashes at Hugo and pretended to look worried.

“Yeah. Rumour has it he is some kind of monster. A rare breed that The Devil has control over. A killing machine. Between him and The Dealer, The Devil has no need to get his hands dirty.”

“How does The Devil control The Pet? By a spell of some kind?” I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in closer. There was excitement in my voice because I was finally getting somewhere.

Hugo licked his lips as his eyes roamed my body again. The sinful thoughts about how he was going to get me tied up in one of the bondage rooms upstairs later, whipping me until I called him Daddy, had me fighting the urge to gag.

“Fuck knows. Like I said, if you want to keep breathing, pay your fee and stay out of their business.”

“Who were the founders of this club? Vampires?”

“No. The Knowltons were witches. One of the oldest covens of witches in Europe at the time. Powerful.” He ran his rough fingers down my arm and I fought the urge to hit him away. “You seem like a curious little thing. Word of warning to you though, doll, you’re far too pretty to die, so stay in your lane, stop asking questions and just have fun. Perhaps with me later? Yeah?”

“A word?” Sammi jumped up off his lap and grabbed my arm, hauling me away from him. She rounded on me, shoving my shoulder, then her wolf’s presence flickered in her eyes. “What the fuck was that? You making moves on my man?”

I scoffed. “I don’t want your man. In fact, I don’t even know why you want him. He’s a complete slimeball, Sammi. You can do better.”

“I don’t need your judgment, thank you very much. You know what? You’re on your own tonight. I much preferred your sister.” She stormed away.

“I’ll let her know she has a fan,” I called out with a shake of my head.

I felt a little bad for the girl but that had been so worth it. I’d found out that Heath was being controlled by The Devil somehow. Luka apparently teamed up with him to kill the entire Knowlton coven who had founded this club. Why? I rubbed my forehead once more as my head throbbed. A killer headache was on its way and I groaned, making my way back to the bar as that seemed to be the best place to meet people. I’d been feeling off all day, come to think of it, but things were really ramping up. I fanned my face, feeling unbearably hot again as the throbbing in my temple continued.

“Hey gorgeous.” A vampire brushed up against me and sent my skin ablaze where he’d touched me. I stepped back unsteadily in my killer heels. An ache started throbbing between my legs and I let out a groan as I leaned on the bar. What the fuck was happening? “You want to go upstairs?” He grabbed my hand and attempted to lead me towards the stairs, but I yanked myself out of his grip. Suddenly, red hair, fiery eyes and tattooed skin blocked my path.

“Keep fucking walking,” he hissed at the man, who raised his hands innocently and started up the stairs alone. Luka glared down at me, grabbing my arm and tugging me through the crowd towards the chair he had been watching from all night. He sat down and I peered over my shoulder at the room, realising we had a small crowd watching us with interest.

“Sit,” he growled with so much raw aggression, I turned back to him with shock.

“What?”

“Sit down on my lap. Right fucking now before I lose my head,” he hissed in a low tone that I could barely hear under the erotic music blaring around the mansion.

“But you said—”

“Just do it.” His crimson eyes challenged me to defy him and even though I wanted to argue that this went against everything he said we could do in public, the need to be close to him, to touch him was so strong that I stepped up to the raised platform his chair was on. I turned and perched on his lap carefully, watching as curious expressions morphed on people’s faces. Luka’s hands gripped my hips and slid my back further to cover his crotch. His hard erection beneath me caused a soft moan to leave my lips as my hands tightened on the chair arms. My clit was tingling and I had to fight the urge not to shift myself and grind against him like a dog in heat. I was so fucking horny it was insane. And this was not helping.

“You are fucking killing me, Spitfire. I can’t take watching these men drooling over you anymore. I just needed you near me. Until I calm the fuck down,” he husked behind me. His hands were squeezing my hips with so much strength I’d probably bruise. One of my hands attempted to touch his thigh as I fought back a moan. “Don’t touch me. I need them all to think you are just some random member I’ve chosen as my victim for the night. And I never let them touch me. Don’t look comfortable in my presence either. Keep your back stiff and your eyes forward.”

Jealousy and rage erupted. “Do you do this often? With female members?”

“Not often. And definitely not anymore,” he answered. “Don’t be jealous, love. I’ll never touch another woman again.”

I swallowed my desire as I kept my eyes glued on the crowds of people around the room. Most of them had gone back to their own conversations and were paying us no attention now.

“Have you heard anything of interest?” he whispered. He moved my fake black hair over one shoulder slowly, his knuckles ghosting over the base of my neck and I shuddered, my eyes closing briefly from the sensation. Nails caressed down my spine to the dip in my ass and back up, making my body temperature spike once again.

“Did you kill the founders of this club? The Knowlton family?” I turned to look over my shoulder at him as he ran his fingers up and down my spine, watching the movement with fascination. His dark gaze met mine.

“Every one of them.”

“But why? Had they done something horrific to you?”

“Getting closer, love,” he husked, his voice a deep gravel as a palm stroked around my waist. “Eyes forward.” He demanded as I moved my head back. My tits rose and fell as my breathing became less controlled when he kept up his sensual caresses, circling my exposed skin with his fingertips. I never thought this man was capable of so much tenderness, but each touch was sending erotic signals between my legs. The need was growing to a painful ache and I squirmed in his lap. “The scent you are giving off right now is driving me crazy. I bet you’re so fucking wet, aren’t you? You’ve tortured me enough tonight. Let me touch you.”

I moaned, my hips rocking slightly, searching for any friction, but it wasn’t enough. I felt dazed. The lust was clouding my judgment, and I was pretty sure I’d fuck him in front of all these people if I didn’t get a release soon. What the hell was wrong with me? Was there something in the air? Why did I feel so out of control?

“Shut the fuck up, Red, and just do something about it.”

“Turn around,” he growled in my ear and I did so without thinking. Straddling his hips, I placed my hand on the back of the chair as his hand disappeared under my dress and I felt his fingers brush against my hard clit over my underwear. I jolted, feeling so on edge already as his other hand gripped my hip mercilessly. “Don’t move. Are you going to be a good girl and keep quiet?”

Oh, holy fuck.

I nodded, biting my lower lip to avoid the whimper that threatened to leave me when his fingers worked their way past my thong and into my pussy. His thumb pressed against my clit as his fingers settled into a discreet, rhythmic motion. My nostrils sucked in as much air as possible to try to keep my moans at bay, but the scent of his dark allure only drove me wilder. His body turned rigid beneath me and his fingers paused as he stared at something over my shoulder, his expression turning vicious.

“What is it?”

“Whatever you do, don’t turn around,” he growled, low and angry. He circled my clit, which had all thoughts jumble in my mind as I became a prisoner to my pleasure.

“Dealer,” a deep voice interrupted from behind me and I froze, my eyes widening in panic. I attempted to shift off Luka’s lap, but his fierce grip on my hip kept me in position as his fingers subtly continued to pump inside me and his thumb flicked my clit. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as I closed my eyes.

“Weasel,” Luka addressed the man with so much ice in his tone, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure he was causing me. Heat rolled over me in waves as my hands tightened their hold on the chair. Ohgodohgodohgod . The orgasm was imminent, and I buried my head into his shoulder as it drew closer.

“And who do we have here? Another one of your whores?” the man asked, clearly referring to me.

I hissed against Luka’s skin. Anger, jealousy but also intense pleasure were raging inside me all at once. Luka pinched my clit hard and sent me over the edge as I inhaled his sinful scent. I tried my best to hide the orgasm that was rocking through me at the most inappropriate moment. Oh lord, I was going to hell. Or maybe I was in heaven. I couldn’t even care which.

“Just another woman who would prefer my company to yours,” Luka answered with a smirk and my eyes snapped open, glaring at the side of his face. “Stick around if you like, and I’ll give you a lesson on how to pleasure a woman. I’ve heard you need it.”

“Pretty sure you should be doing that on your own time, not when you are supposed to be watching the cameras. A fight has just kicked off in the other room, Dealer. Now I understand why you were distracted. The Devil won’t be pleased to hear that.”

Luka lifted me off him so quickly, I yelped as he threw me down on the chair he’d just vacated. He grabbed the laptop off the table and swore loudly. He turned to fix me with an icy glare. “Stay fucking here.”

Then he was gone in a blur.

The man’s blue eyes stared intensely at my body as he licked his lips. He wore a black suit with a silver chain around his neck. He had a weird mohawk style haircut, but it wasn’t spiked up. Every finger adorned heavily, intricate rings and an expensive Rolex sat on his wrist. He gave off a bad fucking vibe.

“You’re welcome,” he offered, stepping up onto the platform and holding out his hand to me. I stood up quickly, ignoring it and narrowed my eyes on him.

“What?”

“I saved you from a dire fate, sweetheart. Haven’t you heard? Any woman that gets the attention of The Dealer ends up in a body bag the very next day.”

I swallowed, lifting my chin to show this man did not intimidate me. “Then I guess I owe you a thanks. Have a good night.”

I attempted to move past him, but his hand gripped my upper arm, halting me. He closed his eyes and breathed in so deeply that I felt bile rise in my throat.

“Get your hands off me or I’ll remove them myself.”

He opened his eyes and they turned to a deep shade of red as his vampire form took charge. The vile thoughts of what he wanted to do to me raced through his mind. “Fuck, you smell so good. The Dealer got you all worked up, huh? What do you say about getting a room together?”

Outrage and disgust had me ripping my arm out of his grip and punching him in the dick. He bent over, groaning.

“That’s what I say to that,” I hissed before zooming away up the stairs and out of his sight. I raced up to the top floor, using my vampire speed to lose him and darted into one bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me. The pounding need between my legs returned so strongly I crippled over, pressing my thighs together in an attempt to dispel the sensation. I needed friction. Gods, what was wrong with me? I just had an orgasm but the need for another one was even worse now.

“There’s my girl.”

My head snapped up to see a large, dark figure in the shadows. I squinted my eyes, panting through the burning need to touch myself and tried to focus on the voice. The person moved forwards into the candlelight and my eyes widened.

“Heathen?” I gasped, taking in his muscular body, curved horns and black wings at his back. His black eyes sparkled like gemstones and I fell forward into his arms, clawing at his body.

“I got you, Snow,” he husked, lifting me in his arms and placing me on the bed. “What do you need?”

“You! I need you. Oh god, it hurts. What’s happening?” I cried as the throbbing between my legs intensified to an unbearable pain.

I felt his claws roam my body, caressing my skin as I writhed on the bed, unable to get any satisfaction from it. I needed more.

“She wants us both.” Another voice came from the doorway. My head snapped at the shadow of a man until red hair came into view. “Isn’t that right, love? You want us both to fuck you?”

“Oh god, yes!” I screamed as Luka stepped forwards, kneeling on the bed and wrapping his hand around my throat, pinning me down.

“Use that tongue to get her ready for us, Heathen,” he demanded as those red eyes held me captive in the dark. “Because you know our girl likes it rough.”