LOGINLeon’s POVI sat in our usual dark corner of Club Orion, the leather seat sticky and warm against the back of my thighs from spilled drinks and sweat. The heavy bass from the music thumped deep through the couch and straight into my bones, making it vibrate with every beat. Thick clouds of cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, burning my nostrils and mixing with the sharp sting of expensive whiskey, sweat, and the sweet, sticky perfume of hungry strippers.My fingers tapped the cold, sweating glass in front of me. Ice cubes clinked softly every time I moved it. The whiskey inside tasted sharp and smoky on my tongue.I glanced at my watch again. The glowing green numbers stared back at me head–on. She should have been here by now. I scanned the crowded room slowly, eyes cutting through the flashing red lights and twisting bodies on the dance floor. My jaw tightened until the muscles ached real bad.This bitch should be here by now.“Are you expecting someone?” Victor asked, smiling wi
Julian’s POVI took a deep, slow breath. My chest rising, lungs filling with the thick air in my room. My heart now beating real fast. The decision settled heavy and final in my gut like hot iron. I was doing this.I spun around fast, wrapping my fingers tight around her wrist. Her skin felt so warm and slightly damp under my palm. She looked up at me with those wide and glassy eyes. I stared straight right down into them. She didn’t fight or pull away. She only took small, shaky steps backward as I stepped forward, until her back hit the wall with a soft thud."Nowhere to run." My mind growled.I grabbed her waist hard, sinking my fingers deep into the flesh above her hips. I arched her body upward, forcing her onto her toes. Her full breasts crushed flat and heavy against my chest, hard nipples scraping through the thin fabric. I slammed my mouth in hers, kissing her brutal and wet. No softness. Just raw hunger as I shoved my tongue past her lips, tasting the sweet, slick heat insid
Julian’s POVThe party in my house was starting to go low. Most guests had already left, stumbling and laughing, their eyes glassy from whatever Victor might had slipped into the drinks. The air still smelled thick with spilled champagne, sweat, and the sweet chemical burn of drugs. Empty glasses and wet stains covered the tables. I shook the last guest’s hand at the door, his palm slick and cold.Just as the door clicked shut, a soft hand slid over my back from behind. I knew that touch too damn well. Bella. My favorite bitch. The one I fucked whenever I needed quick relief.Her fingers moved fast, slipping under my shirt, then straight down into my pants and boxers. She wrapped her warm hand tight around my cock and squeezed. Heat rushed straight to my groin. My dick twitched hard in her grip.“Why don’t you spend the night with me,” she whispered, her voice low and sticky sweet, begging. Her breath brushed hot against my ear. “I’m going to make it worth your while.”She stroked me
Ava’s POVI stood in front of the tall mirror in my small room, turning slowly from side to side, observing different angles. The black strapless dress hugged my body tight. It held my boobs, pushing them up high and full with no straps to hold them. The smooth fabric of the dress felt cool and silky against my skin. A long high slit ran up my left thigh, almost to my hip, showing my bare leg with every small move.My nipples pressed hard against the thin material of the dress, two tight dots that rubbed with every breath. I ran my hands down my waist, feeling the dress stick to the sweat already forming on my lower back.I still couldn’t bring myself to believe that I was really going to their party in that huge penthouse. Bella had said I should come. “So I am going to meet Bella,” I told myself loud, fixing the shiny earrings that dangled on my neck. But deep down I knew the actual stupid reason. I wanted to see Julian. Ever since he gave me that ride a week ago, his face, his voi
Leon’s POVI sat in the VIP section of Club Orion, the heavy bass from the music thumping through the leather couch and straight into my bones. The air smelled really thick as usual with spilled whiskey, cigarette smoke, and the sharp sweat of rich men chasing cheap thrills. My fingers wrapped around a cold glass of whiskey. The ice clinked softly as I swirled it, the amber liquid burning slow and hot down in my throat with every sip. It left a warm trail that spread through my chest like a kind of liquid fire.Victor sat across me, my nemesis brother, the crazy bastard who would sell out his own blood without blinking even once. His eyes looked wild under the dim red lights, pupils blown wide. Smoke curled lazy from the cigarette hanging between his lips, the gray haze stinging my nose and making my eyes water a little.We still had old scores to settle with Julian, and time was running out before he got voted on public into the Elite. My blood felt hot with excitement and hate mixe
Ava’s POV“What the heck,” I muttered under my breath, the words hot and sharp on my tongue. My chest heaved fast, lungs burning from the cold night air that scraped down my throat like broken glass.I walked real fast, my heels slamming hard on the floor. Each step sent sharp jolts up my shaky legs. The furry jacket rubbed rough against my bare skin, the fur now damp from my sweat and sticking to the curve of my breasts. My nipples stayed hard and tight, scraping on my bra with every sharp breath.Relief flooded me. I had slipped away from those two bastards back at the club. One tried to force his mouth on me, the other jumped in like some hero. Both of them made my stomach twist. For the first time I had danced by myself, chasing that wild alive feeling under the red lights. Now here I was, running like prey.I looked ahead. The taxi spot glowed faint orange in the distance. But right in front of it, a bunch of hoodlums lounged against the wall, laughing loud, smoke curling from th
James’s POVClub Orion hit me like a fist the second I walked in. Bass pounded deep in my ribcage—low, relentless thumps that synced with my pulse whether I liked it or not. Red and purple lights slashed across the dance floor in sharp, dizzy streaks. Smoke hung thick in the air—pilled vodka, exp
Ava’s POVHis heat crashed over me from behind—thick, and suffocating, like standing too close to an open flame. His breath grazed my neck in short, uneven bursts. Hot and fast as my skin prickled. My hairs stood on end. Every nerve screamed awake.His fingers found the zipper. He dragged it down m
Bella’s POVI sat at the dressing table. The mirror was cold under my fingertips. Morning sun sliced through the curtains and burned stripes across my face. I dipped the brush into loose powder. Dust rose like smoke. I dragged it over my cheeks—slow strokes. My hand shook a little. Not from nerves.
Leon’s POV“Bella.”Her name hit my ear like a gun shot in a hall. My fake smile broke off at once. It fell off my face in pieces. I turned so fast the lights from the chandeliers smeared into white lines across my eyes. My neck muscles pulled tight. A sharp pop sounded inside my head.There she st







