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I was still naked, covered in their cum and the sweat of battle, my body trembling from the mix of adrenaline and lingering pleasure. Sarah stood in the doorway, watching with a dark smile. “You survived,” she said softly. “But the Club always finds a way to reclaim what it wants. Victor has something special planned for you. A new game.” Damien pulled me against his chest, his hand sliding down to cup my cum-leaking pussy possessively. “Then we’ll play it on our terms,” he said coldly. Elias stepped forward, holding an ornate black invitation with a wax seal. “The Club is offering a temporary truce,” he explained. “A historical immersion event. They want you to participate in a multi-night

Palermo — Club Inferno, Vucciria District The night pulsed with heat, a heady mixture of alcohol and desire that soaked the air in the dimly lit club. Amara had pulled away from Luca’s kiss, her breath shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her body still hummed with the remnants of his touch, every inch of her skin feeling like it was on fire.

I walked into ‘Aspiration’ the gaming club that I owned. I would like to call it instead of cassino the way other people pronounced the name as if it was a disease. But in the end, they all came here to enjoy their night. Hypocrisy was everywhere, and now they hid behind million-dollar suits and shoes.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

"I know. Jen's a member." Emma blushed, pulling her hand out of Ray's, saddened by what she was about to do. "It's not just a spa. It's a place where women can have their fantasies brought to life." Ray cocked his head, studying Emma closely. "What do you mean, 'fantasies'?" Her blush deepened. "I mean sexual fantasies, Ray." He stood up, jumping to his feet with such force that he nearly turned the heavy coffee table over. "I don't understand," he said, moving further out into the room. "Jen goes there five or six times a month. Are you telling me she goes there to-"

“Like BDSM?” “Sometimes. They’re not all into that, though. It’s more of a general fetish club, and it’s super exclusive. Everything’s wolf-themed, too, which sounds kind of kitschy, but the place is hella fancy, so they pull it off.” “So it’s a sex club.” Sandra laughed. “Well… yeah. When you get right down to the brass tacks, it is. But their events are really fun, and they’re open to the public.”

Try waking her up at 6 am. "No, a fight," he emphasized. "At La Preda." He was joking. Wait, was he? La Preda, the English translation stood out as "The Prey". It was one of the fight clubs owned by the Romano—the most profitable one among others. The specialty of the club were the deathmatches. Two ruthless fighters inside a cage in a room full of people would fight it out—until death.

ROMAN’S POV A few minutes ago, I was trying to escape the clingy grip of a girl I barely knew. She had latched onto me the moment I stepped through the entrance of the club, acting like we had been close for years. In reality, I had only exchanged a couple of words with her outside before walking in. Since then, she had been glued to my side, laughing too loudly, brushing against me every chance she got, and making it painfully clear what she wanted. Money and sex. That was all. Nothing more, nothing less.

He was just standing there watching. Then he looked up. Our eyes met. As soon as our eyes locked, I felt something happen. My heart slammed against my ribs, and heat spread beneath my skin. My Alpha came alive. Every instinct inside me wanted to stand beside him, pull him away from the cold, and make sure nobody could hurt him. My feet took one step toward him before I realized what I was doing. My mind had no answer. My body already did. Everyone had told me Noah Bennett was my rival. For the last three years, we have competed against each other for championships. The media treated us like enemies, and our teams were supposed to be against each other.

If Nico Bernardi were to return her, the Club would have to refund him. Then, what would become of her? “Will I be sold to another patron of the Club?” She asked. It never occurred to her that Club Roman implements a Lemon Law for all the women it auctioned where buyers can have a chance to return the goods if they don’t find it suited to their taste. Just like a defective car. She finds it difficult to breathe. What would happen to her if Nico would return her and get a refund? Will the organizers of the Club kill her, like what Kate Ash insinuated?