LILA’S POV

Two nights later, Jax took me back to Velvet Chains after hours.

The club was completely empty this time — no music, no guests, just the low hum of the ventilation system and the heavy silence of anticipation. He led me straight to the same private suite we’d been in before, but tonight the energy felt different.

Heavier.

Darker.

More inevitable.

The moment the door locked behind us, Jax turned to me with that calm, commanding presence that made my knees weak.

“Tonight is different, Lila,” he said, voice low and steady. “This is your first real scene. Not just teasing. Not just fingers. I’m going to push...