Chapter 70
Aria’s POV
The remnants of their touch still burned on my skin. Every nerve was alight, thrumming with an energy I didn’t know how to contain. My breathing was shallow, my pulse erratic as I stood there, trying to ground myself in the wake of what had just happened.
The club still pulsed around me, the deep bass thrumming in my bones, but it was nothing compared to the lingering sensation of their hands on me. The ghost of their fingers, the weight of their gazes–it was intoxicating and overwhelming all at once. I clenched my thighs, trying to suppress the heat pooling low in my belly, but it did little to quell the ache that had settled deep within me.
A soft chuckle broke through my haze. Enzo. His voice curled around me, smooth and teasing. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
I shivered, unwilling to answer but unable to deny the truth. My silence was enough of a confirmation.
Matteo leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re not the only one craving more, sweetheart. But it’s up to you.”
I swallowed hard. The weight of their presence surrounded me, suffocating and liberating all at once. Dante, always the most unreadable, stood a step back, his dark eyes unwavering as they watched me. There was something in his gaze-
something dangerous, thrilling. A promise of more.
My stomach twisted, anticipation laced with uncertainty. Before I could gather my thoughts, Enzo took a step closer, his grin sharp enough to cut. “How about we show you something a little more… intense?”
Matteo’s gaze darkened, his voice lowering to something almost primal. “You’ve had a taste, Aria. But there’s so much
more we could offer you.”
Dante finally moved, his fingers brushing against my wrist, featherlight yet commanding my full attention. “This isn’t about rushing you,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “This is about showing you what it means to surrender. To trust. To feel in ways you never have before.”
My heart pounded. They weren’t just asking me to step further into their world. They were asking me to relinquish control -to let go and allow them to guide me into something darker, deeper.
Enzo must have seen the war in my eyes, because his voice softened, full of promise. “You don’t have to do anything you
don’t want to, Aria. Just trust us. Trust yourself.”
Matteo smirked, his confidence unwavering. “We’ll be with you, every step of the way.”
Dante’s touch on my wrist grew firmer, grounding me. “If you’re not ready, we’ll wait. But don’t let fear stop you from experiencing something incredible.”
I drew in a shaky breath. The logical part of me whispered that this was too much, too fast. But the deeper, more primal part of me–the one that had been awakened by their hands, their words–ached to see more. To feel more.
The decision tumbled from my lips before I could second–guess it. “Show me.”
Their eyes darkened, a silent agreement passing between them. Enzo’s smirk widened, Matteo’s gaze burned with something deeper, and Dante.., Dante looked at me like he’d known I would say yes all along.
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Without another word, they led me deeper into the club, past the crowded dance floor, past the velvet booths where people lost themselves in whispered desires. The atmosphère shifted. The air grew heavier, thick with something electric. The dim lights flickered against the walls, casting shadows that seemed to breathe, to move.
Then I heard it.
Soft moans, sharp commands. The unmistakable sound of something raw and uninhibited. My pulse thundered, a mix of apprehension and anticipation twisting in my stomach as we stepped forward.
The room was bathed in a low, golden glow, flickering candlelight casting shifting shadows across the deep red walls. Plush velvet seating lined the perimeter, occupied by spectators whose gazes were locked onto the center of the space- where a couple moved in perfect synchrony, their bodies entwined in an intimate display of dominance and surrender. The air was thick with anticipation, laced with the unmistakable hum of pleasure and restraint. Every sound–every soft moan, every sharp command–seemed to weave into the very fabric of the room, drawing me deeper into the moment, making her pulse hammer in my throat.
Enzo squeezed my hand, his voice laced with amusement. “Welcome to the next level, sweetheart.”
I swallowed, my throat dry as I took in the sight before me. A private scene unfolding, bodies entwined in a sensual dance of dominance and surrender. Candles flickered, their golden glow painting the room in an intimate light. The air was thick with the scent of warm wax and something more–something I couldn’t name but felt deep inside me.
Dante leaned down, his lips close to my ear. “Breathe, Aria.”
I did. And as I exhaled, I whispered the words that would seal my fate.
“This is it. No turning back.”
Scattered throughout the room, various scenes of pleasure and control played out like an intimate symphony of movement and sound. In one corner, a woman knelt before her partner, her head bowed in quiet submission as his fingers traced down her jaw with a mix of dominance and tenderness. Across the room, another pair moved in synchrony–one bound in silk restraints, their body arching in response to whispered commands, while the other watched with dark, possessive eyes, savoring every shiver and gasp. The air pulsed with raw energy, the charged atmosphere thick with anticipation. Murmured praises, hushed moans, and the occasional sharp crack of leather against skin blended with the sultry music, creating a rhythm that pulled deeper into this forbidden world. It was unfiltered, uninhibited, yet undeniably beautiful–a world built on trust, power, and the surrender of control.
But that wasn’t what caught my attention. In a private corner, the scene kn saw made my pussy clench, heat pooling between my legs as I stepped further. I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to watch. I was toò intrigued. I forgot about the three men by my side, my body pulling me to a more sensual scene unfolding
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