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His c*ck reared in anticipation and he knew that he was going to get into her bed and f*ck her till she begged for mercy, very soon. * His brother had stopped speaking and was looking at him expectantly. “I’ll check it out, visit the Kinksters one of these nights,” he growled, naming the leading Club in the area that catered to patrons who were looking for something different. A few of the clients came up to greet them and chat then they began to talk of other mundane issues, related to the gambling outlets, the employees and the surveillance systems. A couple of women drifted over, one of them in a backless dress, young and perky as she smirked at O’Grady meaningly.

Lia stared at the screen, heart pounding so hard she thought it might break through her ribs. "Blocking me won't work, sweetheart. We need to talk. Tomorrow. The Onyx Club. 8 PM. Don't make me come find you." The Onyx Club. Lia had heard whispers about that place. Underground casino and club downtown. Where rich people went to do illegal things. Drugs. Gambling. Worse. She'd never been there. I would never go there. Except now Caspian was telling her to show up. She should ignore it.

Sofia asked, linking arms with Elena. “Exhausting,” Elena groaned. “My hand feels broken.” Killian laughed. “That’s the sign of a true scholar.” “Or a true victim,” Elena muttered. James grinned. “Well, then tonight calls for celebration. Club night! Drinks, music, dancing. It’s mandatory. We need to wash the taste of existential dread out of our mouths with overpriced vodka.” “Yes! Absolutely!” Sofia agreed, bouncing on her heels. “The new place downtown, ‘Onyx.’ I heard it’s impossible to get in, but David’s cousin knows the bouncer.”

Richard and his closest friends had been planning their boys' outing for weeks, and tonight was the night they were heading to "The Opulent Haven Club," a renowned establishment known for its extravagant ambience and entertainment offerings. Nestled in a posh corner of the city, the club boasted an impressive exterior with cascading waterfalls, grand archways, and golden accents that gleamed under the city lights.

n, and I pressed my hands harder around the steering wheel. I'd been so careful about the contract. About giving her exactly what she asked for. No pressure. No demands. Just protection and stability and the physical arrangement she'd agreed to. And I'd fallen anyway. Of course you did. You were already halfway there before you even signed the papers. I found myself pulling into the parking garage of Onyx. My club. One of three I owned in the city but this was the main one. The one I'd designed myself. High-end. Exclusive. The kind of place where people came to be seen or to disappear depending on what they needed.

Grace peeked his way. “Start light something.” Orion frowned. Starlight? Starlight! “Starlight Night Club?” He asked, hands clenching around the steering wheel. And eyes narrowed with a deep frown. Grace nodded. Orion sighed, grunting in frustration. Stepping upon the accelerator, he sped up. Fuck! “Do you know where it is?” Grace asked innocently, Orion eyed her. Why wouldn’t he know the city’s most crowded and luxurious club? He used to spend all his time drinking there, before babysitting her.

She said gravely. Mateo Nixon, when people come to know about Xon clubs – they wonder if the owner of the multinational nightclubs would be a party animal. Someone who would drink, gamble, and party every night. Someone who is surrounded by women – who would sleep around with a new woman every day, Mateo was anything but that.

SILVAN The North Club is undoubtedly the most high end, exclusive club in the city. Owned by the North Dynasty, the wealthiest family in New York, the club only caters to the top one percent of the city and its environs. Within the spacious, gated villa, I count three water fountains in the shape of a mountain eagle, more than twenty rare, luxury vehicles and an uncountable number of guards. This event is attended by dozens of powerful, highly placed men from all over the globe. I’m talking about Forbes-rated business men, politicians, ambassadors, judges and the likes.

He ordered a bottle of their most expensive wine and took his seat opposite Phoenix, who though seated, was shaking her body to the booming music. From the place where they were seated, Phoenix had a vantage view of the entry point to the club bar and the boisterous crowd dancing wildly in the lower section. She watched with excitement as the man and lady tracking her stepped into the club and walked over to the bar section. After the drink was served, Phoenix requested ice and an ice pick knife. "To friendship and love," Dex raised his wine glass towards Phoenix. "To pain and death," Phoenix clinked her wine glass with his and chuckled at Dex's perplexed expression. She emptied the content

Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down. They start roasting Jai about his dry spell since breaking up with Sadie two months ago. He’s been dying of blue balls ever since. We drink a little, eat some steak the omegas sent up, and then head to the club. The Claw is a shifter-only club on the edge of Artemis territory, popular for a reason. Between the red rooms, alcoves, and balconies, it’s basically hookup central. Not that alphas and betas-in-waiting like us can partake, but watching? Entirely allowed.