Fragile Heat, Dark Deception

Chapter 4

The night was swollen with wrath as Alessandro tore himself away from the glittering party. The chandeliers, the laughter, the polished masks of the elite, it was all suffocating. He needed to breathe, to claw free of the memories gnawing at him. Memories of Vanisha. Memories that would not die, no matter how much he tried to drown them.

The city welcomed him with shadows. Its neon glow and restless hum pulled him into familiar darkness until he found himself at one of his dens of indulgence, a strip club where pleasure and power tangled like serpents. Inside, the air was heavy with smoke and perfume.

The bass of the music throbbed through the floor, every beat a hammer against his skull, yet it dulled the voices in his head. He ordered a drink. The burn of whiskey scorched his throat, a cruel comfort. One glass vanished, then another. With each swallow, the world bled at the edges, as though alcohol could blur grief itself.

The club pulsed with movement, silken shadows dancing under fractured lights. Then, a girl moved gracefully through the crowd. Her eyes landed on Alessandro; his darkness was palpable, like a storm waiting to break.

Drawn by it, she slid beside him with a siren’s smile, her voice purring low. “Rough night?”

Alessandro’s gaze flicked to her, heavy with drink and something far more dangerous. “You have no idea.”

Leaning close, she whispered against his ear, “Then let me make it better.”

A warning curled from his lips, sharp and low. “Go. If you value your life, walk away.”

But the girl was adamant. Adamant on having this powerful man in her arms tonight, “Try me, master. I can take it.”

His jaw tightened. “Don’t regret it later. I warned you.” With that, Alessandro’s hand clamped around her arm, pulling her into the private compartment. The air inside was charged with a menace she hadn’t anticipated. What she thought would be a game became something far darker.

As dawn approached and the club began to empty, the desperate cries of the girl resonated. Her regret was the only thing that echoed. She pleaded and begged for mercy, but Alessandro, unyielding and barbaric, showed no signs of relenting. She was bruised, bleeding, and on the verge of losing consciousness. Her pain gave pleasure to the sadistic man who was pounding into her. Her cuffed hands were trembling to be free from those restraints.

"Please, please. Please stop. I can't take it." She begged, making Alessandro spit on her face, "Shut the f**k up, slut."

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Marco and Lucca's concern for their cousin Alessandro deepened as the night passed. Seeing him storming away from the party with anger burning in his eyes was something they were alarmed about. An enraged Alessandro was a force that needed to be halted by every means. His actions were unpredictable in such states of fury.

They tried to call him repeatedly on his cell phone, their worry growing with each unanswered ring. Marco's patience was wearing thin, his frustration evident in the way he cursed under his breath. "Damn it, Alessandro, pick up the damn phone."

Their concern led them to a decision: they needed to find Alessandro before he did something reckless.

As soon as the f*****g excuse of the party was over, they made their way to one of Alessandro's favored clubs. The place where he often sought solace and escape. Arriving at the club, Marco and Lucca scanned the dimly lit interior. The space was almost empty. Only the men too drunk and high on desires remained there. Approaching a nervous waiter, Marco asked, "Is Alessandro here?"

The waiter nodded hesitantly and pointed toward a nearby compartment. Its door was closed, but the sounds coming from within were unmistakable. Cries of anguish and desperation intermingled in a disturbing symphony.

Marco's jaw clenched in anger, and Lucca's brow furrowed with worry. Without hesitation, they rushed to the room and shoved the door open.

As the door swung open, the scene that greeted them was one of chaos and alarm. Alessandro, disheveled and lost in a tempest of emotions, stood there while his c**k pounded into an almost unconscious girl, restrained to the bedpost. His actions were a turbulent dance of rage and frustration. His one hand choked her while the other slapped her face repeatedly. The girl, choking on her words, begged for mercy with her cunt bleeding, her body badly bruised.

Marco and Lucca rushed forward, their voices laced with urgency, "Alessandro, enough! What are you doing?"

Alessandro's dazed eyes met theirs, his state of drunkenness evident. He seemed caught between a world of pleasure and one of outrage. His emotions were conflicting and overwhelming. They pulled him away, and the girl cried in relief. Her eyes rolled into the abyss of darkness, surrendering to the enveloping void.

As the room descended into an uneasy silence, Lucca handed the wretched garments back to his cousin and couldn't help but exclaim, "Are you f*****g serious? You were going to kill her."

While Marco moved towards the unconscious girl, checking her nerves, he sighed in relief, confirming she was alive.

"f*****g, Hell," Alessandro yelled, pulling his hair when the consequences of his actions fell upon him. The night had once again taken a dark turn in his life, and he had allowed himself to fall into the trap of his darkest desires. The demons that haunted him remained, a reminder that the path he had chosen was fraught with darkness.