To Tempt

TO TEMPT Sirens Pleasure Club PREQUEL NICOLE BANKS CONTENTS To Tempt Author’s note: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Allure Want more? TO TEMPT By Nicole Banks Copyright © 2023 by Nicole Banks/ Verbal Seduction, LLC All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, events, and products are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Printed in the United States of America. Editing by Rosemi Mederos Cover Design by: Emma Rider at Moonstruck Cover Design & Photography AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is completely fictional. Everyone in the fictional story is a consenting adult. It contains adult themes. While not everyone has the same tastes, please go into this with an open mind and remember it’s fiction. Please take note there is an incident or two of emotional/mental manipulation that might be triggering for some. CHAPTER ONE The lights flashed, cascading the otherwise dark club in stolen moments of brightness, throwing certain customers into the momentary spotlight. The bass vibrated around the throngs of people moving their body in tune with whatever the DJ was playing. Drinks flowed, people sang off-key, and there was even a couple on the dance floor fucking—thinking the cloak of darkness shielded them from prying eyes. It didn’t. Marco didn’t fault the couple. He knew what it was like to taste passion to the point of consumption. He knew what it was to be driven mad by the mere existence of the person he was into, to the point he didn’t give a shit if everyone watched the way the object of his affection had come undone by his cock, his fingers, and his tongue. He knew how hot it was to be surrounded by strangers watching him fuck and in turn how hot it was to watch someone else find their pleasure. Even in the darkness of the night club, Marco used those moments of flashing lights to watch the couple on the dance floor, unabashedly and unashamed. He had a front row seat to the ecstasy splaying across the woman’s face as her partner fucked her from behind. Marco’s own cock twitched behind his slacks when he watched a hand creep up the front of the woman’s dress, slowly tugging it down. It wasn’t enough to expose her nipples, but just enough to see the creamy tops of her full breasts. Marco took a swig of his whiskey, as images he wanted to ignore flashed in his mind. He scanned the crowd more out of habit than a need to find what plagued him. He was getting antsy sitting in the VIP section. He didn’t want to be here, but if he stayed home, his mind would be on a certain business venture he’d been waiting to close and on a woman he couldn’t seem to forget. Your mind still seems to be on her no matter where you go. Being in this club with the flashing lights brought to mind the memories his whiskey couldn’t chase away. He remembered how he fucked his estrellita behind the DJ booth. The vibrations from the speakers sent her to a quick climax before he had a chance to slide his cock inside of her. He could still smell her flowery scent tickling his nose—a garden full of temptation he could never keep his hands off of. They’d been two wild young adults fucking like rabbits, but it had always been more to Marco. I want to give you everything, estrellita. You deserve the world—you deserve a chance to show your art to the world. Let me make that happen for you. His gaze found the couple again, and he felt his anger spike as his past blended into his present. He shouldn’t have come out tonight. This club—this city—held too many memories of a woman who turned him inside out only to leave him like yesterday’s news for a man who still had his teeth in her. “Do you think they know they’re being watched?” Asli asked, amusement was clear in his voice. “That’s part of the thrill, Asli. Or has your time away made you forget all the things we used to get into?” Marco felt the smirk on his face before he could mask it, and new memories took hold of him. Asli and Marco had been friends for a long time—blood couldn’t make them closer than what they were. They’d been thick as thieves as kids, sharing everything between them, and that hadn’t changed as they got older and their tastes for things started to change. They used to live together, had become business partners, and often shared women. Marco had spent enough nights with Asli in a club just like this one, fucking women in the club bathrooms and on the dance floor when neither of them could wait to make her cum. They’d take her back to their condo and pull as many orgasms out of her as her body would allow. It was a good time until Marco had fallen for someone in Asli’s absence and gotten his heart shredded for his efforts. “I’m not the one who’s forgotten.” Asli’s quiet laughter made Marco grit his teeth. “In fact, I’m not the one who changed either. You hardened your heart, and your cock pays the price. That could be us on the dance floor, sandwiched between a beautiful woman desperate for release. We would swallow her pleas with a kiss or one of our cocks, torment her with clever fingers and maybe take her back to the penthouse.” Asli painted an intriguing picture, and Marco could hear the question in his voice. Asli wanted to play, and the