UMBRIA DISTRICT, PERUGIA IN ITALY, LOCALITA ASPROLI TODI ESTATE. THE UMBRA COLLECTIVE: THE FATAL ATTRACTION SOCIETY...9:30 PM.
The meeting was thirty minutes late,typical. And judging by the mess of tangled limbs and half-dressed bodies lounging around the lavish pink manor, it was clear the so-called "collective" had indulged in a bit too much pre-meeting pleasure.
They were all gathered in the infamous sitting room of the Pink Manor; Mackessie's pink villa that's sitted at the center of the estate; a blush-hued oasis straight out of a twisted fairytale. Every inch of it was drenched in varying shades of pink, from the walls to the luxurious furnishings. The effect was dizzying. Ethereal. Almost sinister.
At the heart of the room, two mirrored staircases twisted like twin serpents in opposite directions. Their gilded rails gleamed beneath soft pink lighting, the carpeted steps looking too delicate to hold the weight of such depraved souls.
Rose-pink couches framed the crystal coffee table, which was crowned with a pink quartz vase brimming with fresh, pale roses. A lacquered grand piano in cotton-candy pink stood in regal solitude against the far wall, dusted with rose petals and framed by crystal candelabras. A matching keyboard waited beside it, the quiet hum of classical music still humming softly beneath the chaos.
It would have been charming, even breathtaking, if not for the darkness that pulsed beneath the surface.
The scent of roses mixed with sweat and sex. And at the center of it all? The princess of pink herself,Mackessie, daughter of the Eros Empire and orchestrator of chaos.
Her obsession with pink was legendary,and maddening. Especially to Greta, who sat at the edge of the room, her entire posture screaming irritation.
"Cut to the chase, Kessie," Greta snapped, her voice dry with disdain. "What's the fucking point of this meeting?"
"Getting your damn ass into a chair wouldn't kill you, rii?" Mackessie rolled her eyes and turned toward the stairs.
"Feel at home," she said flippantly. "I'll be back in a few..."
A silver table knife flew past her cheek.
"Fuck. Target missed," Greta snarled, lowering her arm with a dramatic sigh.
Unfazed, Mackessie simply winked and continued her ascent, hips swaying like a metronome set to mockery.
"Madam Greta, please… not again," Oyra whispered gently, though her tone was firm. She didn't want another scene,not before the actual meeting even started.
Shante, leaning elegantly in a corner with a glass of pink champagne in hand, rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't fall out of her skull. If she'd known how ridiculous this gathering would get, she would've stayed in her district training her promising new bloods.
Across the room, Magnus reclined on one of the plush couches, his gaze locked shamelessly on Goldie. He licked his lips slowly, deliberately, and winked.
Goldie smirked, her hips already swaying with promise. She leaned in and whispered something to her lieutenants before sauntering toward him.
Jacel followed close behind, hips swaying, her eyes gleaming with that dangerous hunger Magnus liked so much.
Five minutes later, Magnus was balls-deep inside Goldie, pounding her mercilessly on the now-creased couch while fingering Jacel with three fingers. They moaned and moved like practiced performers, completely unaware,or uncaring,of the gathering devolving around them.
Ten minutes after that, everyone had found someone to fuck or fondle. The room was a pink orgy of moans and flesh and sweat.
Ace was balls-deep in Greta.
Oyra and Yasmine were tangled on the floor, resuming something they never quite finished earlier.
Yael and Susanna were on either side of Hans, and Paris was licking Griffo's jaw like a savage.
The room was a mess. A glorious, disgusting mess.
Shante's eyes scanned it all with thinly-veiled disgust. These people were supposed to be powerful. Dangerous. The elite of The Fatal Attraction Society. And yet they fucked like bored teenagers high on glitter.
Ace, still thrusting aggressively into Greta, had his eyes locked on Shante.
His lemon-ringed irises gleamed with fury. With lust. With something ravenous.
He wanted her.
He wanted to tear her open and fuck her until the bones in her body were dust and the walls of this damn pink palace collapsed under the force of it.
But the law was clear.
If an executive or lieutenant raped another, the sentence was death. And the club responsible would be banned from the association. Exiled.
So he stayed put. Barely.
He thrust harder into Greta, letting out a growl that tore through the thick air.
Shante turned her head in his direction and smirked. Then, slowly,painfully slow,she licked her full, heart-shaped lips.
Ace groaned, slamming into Greta again.
"You like what you see?" she whispered with her eyes.
Shante's smile widened dangerously. Her white eyes flickered with a dark, knowing glow.
Then came the idea.
And like any dangerous idea,it was seductive. Reckless. Irresistible.
She stood.
Ace stopped moving.
Every inch of his focus shifted to her body as she peeled off her silky black dress, letting it fall to the glimmering marble floor.
She was left in just her black lace bra and thong,flawless, glistening, untouched. Like a secret too expensive to name.
Every man in the room froze.
Every one of them turned to look at her. Devour her.
Except Greta.
Greta's face turned crimson. Her eyes bulged. Rage shimmered in every vein.
Goldie, unfazed, rolled her eyes and rode Magnus like a goddess chasing the divine.
Shante tilted her head and ran her fingers through her silvery-ash blonde hair, spinning it with a teasing, practiced grace. Her smirk was pure poison.
"Like what you see?" she purred at Ace.
The room held its breath.
Then...
"WHAT IN THE WILDEST FUCK?!"