The book club—1

I didn’t even like books.

Maybe that should’ve been my first clue.

But after getting dumped by my ex—over text, mind you—I needed something, anything, to take my mind off it. That’s how I found myself in this dimly lit club, clutching a glossy pamphlet I barely skimmed before showing up.

The Book Club: Where Your Desires Come Alive.

Corny as hell, but desperate times, right? The girl at the front desk asked if I wanted the VIP experience. I nodded without a second thought, eager to drown out the sting of rejection with something new. Maybe there’d be wine and sappy romance novels. Maybe I’d leave laughing at how ridiculous it all was.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

A deep bass thrummed through the walls as I stepped inside the VIP room, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The scent of leather and something musky hung in the air, making my pulse quicken. I blinked, adjusting to the low, amber lighting—and that’s when I saw it.

Not rows of people sipping wine and discussing plot twists.

No.

Bodies. Moving. Writhing. Fucking.

A man with dark eyes and broad shoulders stood at the front of the room, holding a book in one hand, his voice smooth and commanding as he read aloud from an erotic novel. His words painted vivid, filthy images, and everyone in the room seemed caught in his spell.

And they weren’t just listening.

Hands tangled in hair. Mouths on skin. The air was thick with moans and whispered commands.

I froze, my breath hitching as I tried to process what the hell I’d just walked into.

“What’s your name?” a deep voice murmured beside me.

I turned, finding myself face to face with a man who could’ve stepped off the cover of one of those steamy novels. Dark hair. Sharp jaw. Eyes that pinned me in place. He was close—too close—but I didn’t move.

“Lily,” I whispered, my throat dry.

“Lily,” he repeated, his voice wrapping around me like silk. “You’re new.”

I nodded, unable to find words as his gaze roamed over me, lingering on the curve of my hips.

“You should stay,” he said. “See what the VIP experience is really about.”

Before I could answer, another man approached, taller, with blond hair and a wicked smirk. His hand brushed my arm, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core.

“She looks like she needs a proper introduction,” the blond said, his voice low and teasing.

The dark-haired man chuckled. “You’re right. She does.”

I should’ve left. I should’ve turned around, walked out the door, and never looked back. But their eyes held me captive. My heart thundered in my chest as the blond leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.

“Do you like being watched, Lily?”

My knees went weak.

“I—I don’t know,” I stammered.

“We’ll find out,” he whispered.

His breath was hot against my ear, and before I could respond, his fingers traced a line down my arm, slow and deliberate, like he was already claiming me. I shivered under his touch, my pulse racing. Every nerve in my body felt alive, heightened by the heavy sexual tension in the air, the murmurs and moans of pleasure surrounding us like a dark, sinful symphony.

The dark-haired man stepped closer, his chest brushing mine, and I was suddenly sandwiched between them. Their heat pressed into me from both sides, their scent intoxicating.

"She's trembling," the blond murmured, his hand skimming over my hip. "Think she's ready?"

“I think she's begging for it,” the dark-haired man replied, his voice rough with intent.

A sharp jolt of arousal went through me at their words. I felt their hands—everywhere. Sliding over my hips, gripping my waist, tugging at the hem of my dress.

My breath hitched as the blond's fingers brushed the inside of my thigh, his touch featherlight but commanding.

"You're soaked," he murmured, his fingers teasing the edge of my panties. "Already. Do you know how hot that is?"

I didn't answer, couldn't. My head fell back against his shoulder as the dark-haired man grabbed my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his.

"You walked into our club," he said, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "You want this. Say it."

"I..." My voice was barely a whisper. "…want it."

His gaze darkened. "Good girl."

The blond slid my panties down in one swift motion, his fingers grazing over my slick heat, making me gasp.

"So fucking wet," he growled, slipping a finger inside me, slow and deep.

I whimpered, my body arching into his touch, while the dark-haired man's hands roamed up my torso, tugging the thin straps of my dress down until it pooled at my waist, leaving me exposed.

"She's perfect." the dark-haired man said, his voice thick with approval. He bent down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand kneaded my other breast.

The blond pushed me further apart with his knee, adding another finger, stretching me, his thumb circling my clit in a way that made my legs shake.

"She's taking it so well," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. "But I think she can handle more."

They moved in sync, like they'd done this before, like they knew exactly how to break me down and put me back together.

I was drowning in sensation—heat, hands, mouths-all of it consuming me. The dark-haired man's cock strained against his pants, pressing against my stomach as he bit down on my nipple, making me cry out.

"Tell me what you want, Lily," he commanded, his voice rough.

'I want...” My voice broke, lost between moans.

"Say it," the blond urged, thrusting his fingers harder.

"I want both of you," I gasped, my body trembling with need.

The dark-haired man smirked, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. "You'll have us. Every. Fucking. Inch."

The dark-haired man smirked, his fingers gripping my chin tighter as he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. "You're going to let us ruin you—fuck you, right here, in front of everyone?"

I should've felt embarrassed, exposed—but all I felt was need. A raw, desperate ache that I couldn't ignore.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice trembling but damn sure. The blond pulled his fingers from inside me, leaving me empty and gasping. His hands gripped my hips, spinning me around so I was facing him now. He didn't hesitate, his lips crashing against mine, rough and possessive, while the dark-haired man pressed against my back, his cock hard.

"Bend her over," he growled to the blond, his tone sharp. "I want to see that pretty ass."

Without waiting, they moved me—pushed me toward a low table in the center of the room, the heat of their hands keeping me steady. My dress slipped down to the floor, leaving me naked, bare in the glow of the room's dim lights.

I caught the glances from others in the VIP lounge.

Eyes on me. Watching. Waiting.

Their anticipation thickened the air, and instead of fear, a thrill shot through me.The blond man bent me over the table, his hands spreading my legs wide. He knelt behind me, his breath ghosting over my soaked pussy before his tongue flicked out, dragging a long, slow lick over my folds.

I gasped, my fingers gripping the edge of the table as he buried his face between my thighs, licking, sucking, his tongue relentless.

"Look at how she's dripping," the dark-haired man said, stepping beside me, stroking his cock. "She's ready for both of us."

The blond pulled back, his lips wet and glistening. "She can handle it." His fingers trailed over my ass, spreading me open for their viewing pleasure. "You'll take me here," he whispered, sliding his fingers down to my asshole, teasing it.

"And also here." A shudder ripped through me at his words.

"You want it." the dark-haired man said, stroking a thumb over my cheek, his voice a dark promise. "Tell us you want it."

"I want it," I breathed, trembling beneath them. "Both of you."

The blond's fingers dug into my hips, holding me still as he reached into his back pocket. I barely registered the sound of the foil packet tearing until he leaned forward, his breath hot against my ear.

"Don't worry, baby," he murmured, his voice dripping with lust. "We'll take care of you."