EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
the real underbelly of this shithole club, where bets turned to blood and fights bled into fucks that left scars.
The door swung open with a creak, and he shoved me inside, the dim red bulb overhead casting bloody shadows on the concrete walls. It was a sparse space; a stained mattress in the corner, coils of rope hanging from hooks, a table littered with bottles of lube, knives, and God knows what else.
The air reeked of old cum and stale smoke. Rocco kicked the door shut behind us, the lock clicking like a death knell.
'Strip,' he ordered, releasing me only to cross his arms, his naked body looming, muscles still pumped from the adrenaline.