Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 56: Lust in a Monologue—Black Rose

Chapter 56: Lust in a Monologue—Black Rose

But I caught her hips, stopping her mid-movement. "That’s gonna hurt your pussy," I warned, my voice lower now, more serious.

She blinked, like she hadn’t even considered it. Yeah, she was that far gone.

Her hands were already on the hem of her top, and before I could even think about it, she was pulling it over her head. Skin on skin. And damn, she was grinding her bare against my cock through my pants—forget restraint, she was on a mission.

Then, without missing a beat, she undid my belt, her fingers moving fast. She lifted up, just enough for me to raise my hips, and—boom—pants down.

And through all of this? I was still driving. No swerves. No near-misses. Just smooth, effortless control. Because when you’re a master at something, you don’t fumble.

And then—just when I thought I’d seen everything—she did something I didn’t expect. Well... maybe I did. Just not like this.

Chloe’s breath hitched, her fingers curling against my shoulders as she lifted herself, her body aligning with mine in a way that sent a sharp, electric thrill through the air between us. Her eyes, dark with heat, locked onto mine, and for a moment, everything slowed—the city lights flashing through the windshield, the hum of the engine, the distant blur of traffic.

Then, with a deliberate roll of her hips, she sank down.

A sharp inhale—hers. A slow, wicked smirk—mine.

"Yeah," I murmured against her ear, feeling the way she tensed, then melted against me. "That’s it, babe."

Her nails dug into my back, her forehead resting against mine, and for a brief second, I almost forgot I was driving. Almost. But I wasn’t just any driver—I was a master of the impossible.

The car roared forward as I stepped on the gas, swallowing her breathless gasp into a low chuckle.

*****

Black Rose wasn’t just a club—it was the club. The kind of place so exclusive that even billionaires got side-eyed at the door. Sitting right across from Red Rock Casino, Resort & Spa in Summerlin, it made the luxury casino look like some mid-tier tourist trap. It was something else entirely. Three stories tall, yet somehow more imposing than the towering casino behind it, its architecture was a perfect blend of modern minimalism and obscene wealth. Black marble, tinted glass, and veins of gold laced through its facade in ways that weren’t tacky—just... dangerous.

Like this building wasn’t just expensive; it was untouchable. The kind of place you didn’t ask too many questions about. It wasn’t just expensive; it was untouchable—because why be rich if you can’t be obnoxiously rich?

The kind of place you didn’t ask too many questions about.

There was no flashing neon sign, no grand entrance screaming Look at me, I’m expensive! Just a single logo above the entrance: a black rose, petals dripping with blood. Subtle? Hell no. But it got the message across. If you had to ask what it meant, you weren’t getting in.

A matte-black Rolls-Royce Phantom Ghost rolled up, smooth as hell, engine humming like it knew it belonged here. The driver? Unbothered. Probably born rich, or worse—self-made with the kind of money that made old-money types nervous. He didn’t even glance at security, just eased toward what looked like a normal-ass parking lot entrance.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he pulled out the card. Platinum. No numbers, no name, just that same black rose, bleeding like it had beef with the world.

Beep. Scanner read it instantly.

And just like that, shit got interesting. The "parking lot" entrance? Fake as fuck.

Instead of pulling into the lot like some regular rich asshole heading to dinner, the ground itself moved, shifting, like some straight-up spy movie shit. A second driveway opened beneath the first, silent as a ghost. Without hesitation, the Rolls dipped downward, sliding into the underground depths of Black Rose.

The second it passed, the entrance sealed back up, like it was never even there.

No common folk knew about this place. Not even most officials. This wasn’t just luxury. This was off the grid.

*****

Vegas at night was a goddamn fever dream—lights flashing, horns blaring, tourists walking around like they owned the strip when they probably maxed out their credit cards just to be there. And in the middle of all that chaos? A Lamborghini.

Not just any Lambo. This one was causing a whole-ass fuss on the road. The engine purred like it knew it was sexy, lights from the city bouncing off its impossibly sleek body, making it glow under the neon skyline. Every stoplight, heads turned. Some dude in a souped-up Mustang thought about revving his engine in challenge—only to immediately reconsider.

Smart choice, buddy.

Then, just when people were getting really nosy, the Lambo veered off the main road and into the entrance of Black Rose. The kind of place where normal rules didn’t apply.

It pulled up to the same unassuming gateway the Rolls had passed through earlier.

But this time, the moment felt different. The window rolled down, slow and deliberate, revealing a single, delicate hand—soft skin, perfectly manicured nails catching just enough light to flex on the world. That hand held the card.

Platinum. Black rose dripping blood. But unlike the last one, this card had two golden stars etched into the corner.

Oh. Oh.

See, that right there? That wasn’t just rich. That was something else entirely. If the last guy had money, this person had power.

The scanner beeped, and the ground shifted. Another hidden driveway appeared, but this one wasn’t just some underground passage. No, this led to a whole different world.

The Lambo eased forward, disappearing into the depths of Black Rose. As it emerged on the other side, the parking lot came into view—and fuck, calling it a parking lot felt insulting. This was a goddamn museum of excess.

Only multimillion-dollar cars parked here. Ferraris, Bugattis, Koenigseggs. Hypercars so rare they had waitlists longer than some political careers. There were no valet boys, no security guards lurking around. If your car was here, it meant you belonged here.

The Lambo slid into an open space like it had been here a thousand times before. Engine off. Silence.

And just like that, the city outside might as well have been a whole different universe.

The night had finally began!

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