The Mandarin Oriental's penthouse suite was a fortress of decadence, perched forty stories above Miami's neon veins, its floor-to-ceiling windows framing a city that begged to be fucked. Zara Kane, Kael Donovan, and Tina Lopez had slipped in under fake names, their bodies still buzzing from Jack's office humiliation. Kathryn's email threat—Meet me at the estate, dawn, or Vito's men come for you—hung like a guillotine, but Zara wasn't here to cower. She was here to burn, and she'd brought her favorite arsonists.
Zara stood by the hot tub, her gold bikini a cruel joke—two triangles barely covering her E-cup tits, her nipples stabbing through, the bottoms tied so low her pussy lips peeked out, her snake tattoo glowing under the suite's LEDs. Her blonde hair cascaded in waves, her green eyes feral. Kael lounged on a velvet chaise, shirtless, his jeans unbuttoned, his cock a thick bulge, his green eyes locked on Zara, his scars from black-market brawls glinting. Tina danced by the bar, her silver micro-dress riding up, her D-cup tits bouncing, her red thong soaked, her black hair a wild halo, a bottle of Patrón in hand.
"Fuck dawn," Zara said, her voice a sultry blade, untying her bikini top, letting her tits spill free, nipples pink and hard. "Kathryn can wait. Tonight, we own this city." She dropped the bottoms, her pussy bare, glistening, her clit swollen, her asshole a tight invitation. She stepped into the hot tub, the water lapping her thighs, her juices mixing with the bubbles.
Kael's cock hardened, tenting his jeans, his hand stroking himself through the denim. "You're fucking trouble," he growled, standing, shedding his jeans, his cock springing free—long, veined, the head purple and dripping, his balls heavy. Tina laughed, pouring tequila over her tits, the liquid running down her stomach, pooling in her thong. "Trouble's my middle name," she said, joining Zara in the tub, her dress clinging, her pussy lips outlined.
Zara pulled Tina close, kissing her hard, their tongues clashing, tits pressing together, nipples rubbing. Tina's hand slid between Zara's thighs, fingers plunging into her pussy, her walls tight and pulsing, her clit throbbing under Tina's thumb. Zara moaned, her hips bucking, her juices flooding Tina's hand. Kael watched, his cock leaking, stroking himself, the sight of their wet bodies driving him wild.
"Get in here," Zara demanded, her voice raw, pulling Tina's dress off, exposing her pussy, pink and drenched, her clit begging for attention. Kael stepped into the tub, his cock brushing Zara's ass, his hands grabbing her tits, pinching her nipples. Tina dropped to her knees, the water lapping her chin, sucking Kael's cock deep, her lips stretching, gagging as his head hit her throat. Zara kissed Kael, her tongue invading his mouth, tasting the tequila and lust, her hand guiding Tina's head, forcing her deeper.
"Fuck, Tina, suck him," Zara purred, her fingers rubbing her own clit, her pussy squirting into the water. She pushed Tina back, straddling her face, lowering her pussy onto Tina's mouth. Tina licked eagerly, sucking Zara's clit, her tongue darting to her asshole, making Zara scream, her tits bouncing, her orgasm shaking the tub. Kael groaned, his cock twitching in Tina's hand, pre-cum dripping into the water.
Zara climbed off, grabbing Kael's cock, guiding it to Tina's pussy, spreading her lips. "Fuck her," she ordered, her voice a snarl, rubbing Tina's clit as Kael thrust in, his cock stretching Tina's tight pussy, her walls clenching, her moans muffled by the water. Zara kissed Tina, their tongues tangling, her fingers pinching Tina's nipples, pushing her over the edge. Tina's pussy squirted, soaking Kael's cock, her screams echoing off the glass.
Kael pulled out, his cock slick, and grabbed Zara, bending her over the tub's edge, her ass in the air, her pussy and asshole exposed. He thrust into her pussy, hard, his balls slapping her clit, his thumb pressing her asshole, sliding in, making her scream. Tina crawled beneath Zara, licking her clit, sucking Kael's balls, her tongue darting to Zara's asshole, syncing with Kael's thumb. Zara's pussy spasmed, squirting a torrent that drenched Tina's face, her orgasm relentless.
"Cum in me," Zara begged, her voice breaking, her pussy milking Kael's cock. He roared, his cock erupting, hot cum flooding her pussy, spilling out, dripping into the tub. Tina licked it up, her tongue lapping Zara's pussy, savoring their mixed cum, her own pussy throbbing. They collapsed, panting, the water a mess of cum and juices, their bodies slick with sweat.
But the high was cut short. Zara's phone buzzed, a call from Miguel, her ex and Club Vortex's owner. "Zara, you fucked up," he hissed. "Jack's with Vito. They know about the USB. Meet me at the club, now, or you're dead." Zara's eyes narrowed, her pussy still tingling, her mind sharp. "We're coming," she said, hanging up, kissing Kael, then Tina, her lips tasting of cum and defiance. "Time to fuck another loser."
They dressed—Zara in a black leather skirt and bralette, Kael in jeans and a tee, Tina in a ripped crop top and shorts—and headed out, the penthouse a wreck, security cameras disabled by Tina's hacking. Miami's streets pulsed, but danger loomed. Vito's men were closing in, and Miguel's betrayal was a new blade.