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she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

He was sending a message to him; Tony Viscount was onto him. "He didn't succeed in obtaining complete information about the members of the club, but he got his hands on a few. One of them is Ms. Lynn's..." Andre halted in his steps, taking his gaze away from the tattoo drawn on the body of the bound young man. His head snapped towards Luca, a song beginning to him unrhythmically in his blood. "Ms. Clara Lynn?" Luca nodded, producing a printed paper which carried information about her sexual preferences and other personal information required during registration. The others included names of top politicians who didn't even have political ties with America but only flew down occasionally for t

[ LILY'S POV ] The months of exploration with Elena had woven her presence into the rich tapestry of our private world without ever diminishing the core of our addiction. With Sophia long gone from Marcus’s daily life and work stable, we decided to take our evolution further. A private, members-only club in the city, discreet, high-end, and focused on consensual play, had been on our radar for weeks. We arranged a visit with Alex and Elena, setting clear boundaries: observation, light interaction, and Marcus remaining my absolute dominant. The anticipation built all week, turning everyday moments into foreplay.

We’d show up in heels and unapologetic hunger, pick the prettiest man—or two—who looked like he knew the difference between domination and performance, get absolutely ruined, and still be in the office the next day high on the aftermath. I walk back to the couch, set the drink down, and pull my laptop into my lap. The machine humming to life. My fingers hesitate for one second, just one heartbeat, then type the URL. An old forum. One I haven’t dared to touch in years. One that only members of the club were granted access to. It loads slow, like it knows it’s been waiting. My heart stutters. The login screen appears. I type it in. Kneltforthis.

Her needs are no longer my concern. “Later,” I say, curter than I mean to, as I turn and enter Verge. The main lobby area is right across from club owner Tobias’s office, where members agree to terms before entering. Only club members are allowed beyond these doors unless they’re with a guest. I steel myself. Beyond those doors are my friends. People who understand me. And women who want to be dominated. I need that.

But that’s where the performance ends. She’s just a means to an end. Not worth the mess between my legs. I brought the car to a stop just in front of a large, high-class building – The Vendata hotel – meant for the rich and powerful. Dominik only meets potential clients or allies inside CLUB RAZAEL – a hyper-exclusive, underground sex club hidden in plain sight in the underbelly of the luxury hotel. It was a place soaked in every dark, carnal fantasy that money could buy. The kind of place where clothes were optional and consent was assumed the second you stepped through the red-lit archways.

“Someone older. Experienced. Someone who’s going to ruin you - in the best way possible.” I blinked. “That’s not helpful.” Zara grinned like the devil. “I have an idea.” Oh no. Not again. “Zara...” “Shush. Hear me out.” She reached under her bed and pulled out her tablet. “It’s called Club Obsidian.” I stared at her like she’d just offered to sell my soul. “What the hell is that?” She tapped through the site like she’d memorized the whole thing. “It’s private. Discreet. Invitation-only. Mature, dominant men looking for submissive girls - for one night. One room. No names. No pressure. Just pure experience.”

She calmed down and said, “My name is Cyrene Lowe and I’m from the Medusa Dames. My leader sent me to find you. She would like to invite you for a meal in our club.” Zayn felt rather astonished by her response. The Medusa Dames would invite him for a meal? What were they intending? Did they want it to get him on their side or kill him? He learned about the Medusa Dames from Joe and found that it was a club of mainly women. Their members were trained in Aphroditeux Wrestling. Every member was beautiful and highly skilled at wrestling. They were capable of seducing all the men in the world, and their leader’s skills were even more outstanding!

"Baby, this is a club of surprises, and what you'll see here is just a part of what's beyond these four walls. Yes, don't look at me like that, you have to know that this club is divided into sections. We're in the neutral one, where you can have a good time, but beyond that, there's a ticket that allows you to enjoy lesbianism between women, nudity, explicit content, and orgies (it's like a sexual fashion show). They smoke and drink, enjoy themselves, and... Sorry, too much information for you." My eyes widened, and he could definitely see the sparkle in them and the drool coming out of my mouth. "Tell me, what do I have to do to get in there?" "Relax, for now, we can only stay here." I cal

Remembering his conversation with Zoe, which stopped immediately when Zoe said the name of the night club that was very familiar to Delldora's ears. He had only visited the night club once. The night club that is not very well known among humans. But very popular among "non-humans". Yes, Anathema, a place where people like Delldora gather. And Delldora had heard bad rumors that the place was often a place of human trafficking for non-humans. “Damn it! Is this the doing of that damn witch? " Delldora muttered irritably. If he had previously been groping about the possibility of a pure magician among Hana's housemates, this time his suspicions were immediately fixed on one person. Delldora sus