Chapter 1 - Birthday Girl

Marco

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FOUR YEARS EARLIER

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Naples, Italy

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The nightclub throbbed with life as I lounged in the VIP booth, flanked by Scott and Lorenzo. The dim glow of neon lights bathed the scene in an erotic ambiance, the music a heavy pulse that echoed through the air. With a glass of bourbon in hand, I surveyed the crowd through half-lidded eyes.

"Here's to us," Scott declared, his voice barely audible over the music, but his sentiment clear.

"To brotherhood," Lorenzo added, clinking his glass against Scott's.

"Check out all these lovely ladies," Scott smirked. "So many flavors, so many options... It's like a damn buffet of bimbos."

I chuckled at Scott's crass comment, taking a sip of my drink as I surveyed the women swarming around us. Each one vying for our attention like desperate puppies begging for scraps. It was almost too easy.

Lorenzo heaved a disappointed sigh. Scott was an unapologetic asshole, plain and simple. There was no sugarcoating it, and he never bothered to hide it either.

His crude remarks were like a badge of honor for him, a testament to his complete disregard for anyone else's feelings. And yet, there was a twisted charm to his brazenness, a devil-may-care attitude that drew women in despite their better judgment.

With a flick of my wrist, I downed the bourbon in one smooth motion, relishing the burn as it slid down my throat. I signaled the server for another round, this time on the rocks.

A lovely laugh fell on my ears as a group of women walked past our table and down the stairs to get to the dance floor.

My attention was drawn to the laughter of one particular woman in the crowd. She wore a "birthday girl" headband atop her head, complementing her tight black dress. With black hair cascading down to her waist, full red lips, and curves that could stop traffic, she was a sight to behold.

There was an aura of mischief about her, a playful energy that set her apart from the others.

I watched from my table as she took to the dance floor with her friends, moving with a grace and confidence that commanded attention. Her body swayed to the rhythm of the music, each movement fluid and mesmerizing.

As she laughed and twirled amongst her friends, I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Despite the chaos of the club swirling around her, she seemed to exist in her own little world, lost in the euphoria of the moment.

Her body gyrated to the pulsating rhythm of the music, her curves swaying in perfect harmony with the beat. I imagined tracing the contours of her figure with my hands, exploring every inch of her sinful form with reckless abandon.

Her friend leaned in close, whispering something in her ear that made her glance in my direction. I couldn't care less about what Scott and Lorenzo were babbling about in the background as our eyes locked in an exchange.

With deliberate slowness, I raised my tumbler filled with amber liquid in her direction, a silent toast to her irresistible allure. She gave me a coy smile, I couldn't help but smirk.

Raising a single finger, I motioned for her to twirl, and to my surprise, she complied without hesitation. She spun around slowly, every movement dripping with seduction.

She shamelessly pushed her hips out, flaunting the curve of her ass as she was putting it on display just for me. Her friends danced around her, clueless to the private game we were playing.

I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, my eyes devouring every inch of her body as she moved with practiced allure. The music faded into background noise as she became the sole focus of my attention, her every movement a tantalizing invitation that I was more than willing to accept.

"Looks like I've got some entertainment lined up for the night," I proclaimed with a cocky grin, earning a mocking pat on the shoulder from Scott. "Wish me luck."

I strode down to the bar, taking my time as I kept my gaze locked on her. She danced with her friends, glancing at me every two seconds, and I made sure she felt my eyes on her every move.

With a sly smirk, I motioned for her to come closer.

She gave an exaggerated but sexy eye roll and walked over, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step, until she stood before me, mere inches away.

Up close, she was a vision of perfection, like a flawless doll brought to life. Her tall frame exuded confidence, and it was evident that she took meticulous care of her body, every curve toned to perfection.

A confident smirk played on her lips, matching mine. "What can I do for you?" she asked, her voice dripping with sass.

I leaned in, close enough for her to feel my breath on her ear. "How about a private dance?" I whispered.

She laughed softly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Private dance? Well, well, aren't you bold," she teased, a playful glint in her eye.

"I like bold," I replied.

"Bold can be fun," she conceded, her smile widening. "But it'll cost you," she added, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

I chuckled, "Name your price," I challenged, eager to see where this would lead.

She leaned in closer, her lips dangerously close to mine as she whispered, "How about a drink and your undivided attention for the rest of the night?"

"Deal," I agreed.

Her eyelashes fluttered teasingly. "You're trouble, aren't you?"

"Only if you're brave enough to find out."

"Oh, I'm not just brave, I'm downright reckless tonight," she said, looking back at her friend ls who gave her a thumbs up.

I raised an eyebrow, "How reckless are we talking about here?"

Her lips curled into a lascivious smile, "Let's just say," she purred, her voice dripping with unapologetic lust, "I've made a bet with my friends to see if I can't get you into my bed tonight."

I couldn't help but laugh, "Looks like you're off to a good start," I replied, "But getting me into your bed is one thing. Keeping me there is a whole other challenge."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer because of the thumping music around us, her breath warm against my ear. "I'm not afraid of a challenge."

The next moment, she grabbed my tie, her touch firm and commanding as she tugged me in her direction. I followed her lead, my gaze fixed on the sway of her hips as we moved past her friends. A playful wink from her, and her friends erupted in teasing laughter.

She led me to a VIP private room, I couldn't help but admire her audacity. We stepped into the dimly lit room, suffused with the sultry glow of red lights.

With a swift movement, she turned us around and directed me to a chair, her demeanor confidently assertive. Placing her hands on her hips, she fixed me with a daring gaze, unapologetic in her boldness.

"Now," she purred, "About that private dance... Is that what it's going to take for me to win this bet?"

I shrugged nonchalantly, slouching slightly, spreading my legs as I made myself comfortable on the chair, "Seduce me."

As the distant thump of music seeped through the door, she casually pulled out her phone. With an air of indifference, she scrolled and tapped away, while I waited.

She played some music, probably thinking it would set the mood or something. It was some soft, sultry song. She put her phone on the table beside me. I glanced at the screen and saw the name of the song, "Streets" by some chick named Doja Cat. Whatever, as long as it keeps her entertained while I enjoy the show.

She walked with confidence, each step deliberate and enticing. Her back was straight, shoulders squared, exuding an air of self-assurance. Running her hands sensually along her curves, she swept her dark, luscious hair to one side with effortless grace.

I couldn't help but let my gaze linger as she swayed, her lips teasingly parted, igniting a stirring down there that I'd rather not admit to.

She casually strutted around the chair and caressed my shoulder, all the way to the other one. I leaned back, enjoying the view of her moving like she was born for the spotlight.

She then made her way in front of me, her tits practically begging to be touched, and her ass teasingly out as she slowly sank onto my lap.

I resisted the urge to reach out and touch her, even though every fiber of my being screamed to do just that. With her sexy ass now perched on my cock, I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she looked beneath all that makeup.

She wrapped one leg around the back of the chair for support, followed by the other, her arms encircling my neck as she began to rock her hips in a tantalizing rhythm.

Fuck...

The sight of her moving like that, her body pressed against mine, sent a surge of arousal coursing through me, stiffening me to my core.

She teased me, our bodies almost melding together as she expertly moved her hips against my cock. She leaned in for a kiss. I parted my lips, but just as her lips were about to meet mine, she pulled back, leaving me hanging there. Despite the tease, I couldn't help but smile at her audacity.

She unwrapped her legs from the chair and stood between my parted legs. Placing her hands on my knees, she bent down with the grace of a sex goddess.

She lowered herself, moving her sexy body from side to side until her face was right fucking there, level with my crotch. She lingered, teasing the hell out of me, before slowly working her way back up.

Standing upright once more, she pivoted between my parted legs, her movements dripping with seduction. With a devilish grin, she sat on my lap, her ass making delicious contact with my cock, eliciting a low, primal groan from deep within me.

Hearing my groan, she cast a confident glance over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering with darkness as she fully grasped the effect she was having on me. With a subtle smile playing on her lips, she knew she had me right where she wanted, painfully hard and completely under her spell.

Deliberately rubbing herself over my cock, she turned in my hold, facing me once more. With one arm wrapped around my shoulder for support, she slowly swept her free arm downwards until it almost touched the floor, accentuating her perfect tits that jutted out enticingly.

The sight of her grinding against me like that, her body moving with such erotic grace, was enough to drive me to the brink of madness.

Her pussy gyrated against my cock as she skillfully manipulated her body. She took off the hand that was wrapped around my neck and swept it down to the floor, mirroring the movement of her other arm.

Then, with remarkable flexibility, she brought her legs up in the air, somersaulting gracefully until her feet landed on the ground. As she rose up, her face emerged from between my legs, her sultry smile locking eyes with mine.

The song ended, and silence filled the air, punctuated only by the sound of her heavy breathing. Her eyes dropped to the tent in my pants, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips.

"I think I've won the bet," she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she met my gaze with a knowing smirk.

I felt my own eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam, I seized the back of her head, my hands sliding possessively into her hair, pulling her closer until there was barely any space between us.

"Looks like you might have," my voice came out heavy with desire.

Without waiting for another second, I claimed her lips in a kiss, tasting the sweet intoxication of her tongue, she tasted like tequila and it only made me crazier.

I was a little drunk but I knew what I was doing...

I yanked her roughly by the back of her head, guiding her movement as I pulled her back into my lap. There was no gentleness in my touch, only primal hunger and raw lust driving every movement.

She stumbled through the kiss like she wasn't quite sure what to do. It was obvious she was struggling to keep up, but I wasn't about to go easy on her.

My fingers traced the zipper of her dress, ready to rip it off her body, but she halted my movement, her grip firm on my arms.

With a heavy breath, she pulled away, her flushed cheeks betraying the heat that coursed through her veins. "If you're gonna do this," she panted, her voice husky with desire, "at least take me to a damn hotel room first..."