Chapter Five
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The heavy bass of the music vibrated through Arian’s chest as he stepped into Eclipse, the city’s most exclusive underground club. Private booths, dim red lighting, and the kind of women who knew exactly how to please men like him.
He handed his suit jacket to the waiting hostess and made his way up the stairs to the VIP lounge without needing to be guided.
Skye Stone was already lounging in their usual corner like he owned the entire damn place.
Legs spread wide, arms stretched across the back of the black leather couch, a glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers.
His dark hair was messy in that deliberate way, and his sharp jaw carried the shadow of a smirk the moment he spotted Arian.
“There he is,” Skye called out, voice cutting through the loud music. “Arian Voss, the ice-cold bastard himself. I thought you were going to stand me up for more paperwork.”
Arian dropped into the seat beside him with a low chuckle. “Long day. Had to deal with some incompetence.”
Skye laughed and signaled the waitress. Within seconds, a fresh bottle of their favorite thirty-year-old Macallan appeared along with two crystal glasses. Skye poured generously for both of them.
“To another day of ruling this f****d-up city,” Skye toasted, clinking his glass hard against Arian’s. “Tell me you destroyed someone today. I need a good story.”
Arian took a long sip, letting the smooth burn slide down his throat. “My secretary showed up two hours late. I tore into her in front of the entire floor. Felt good.”
Skye grinned wider. “That new one? The pretty little thing you’ve been eyeing for weeks? Damn, you’re ruthless even after you f**k them.”
Arian smirked but said nothing more on the subject. He leaned back, loosening his tie as the VIP section came alive around them.
The manager had already sent over their usual entertainment — six stunning girls dressed in barely-there outfits: sparkling thongs, sheer tops that hid nothing, and sky-high heels that made their legs look endless.
Two girls immediately approached Skye. One, a fiery redhead with full lips, slid onto his lap and started grinding slowly to the beat. The other, a tall brunette, knelt between his legs and ran her hands up his thighs teasingly.
Skye groaned in approval, one hand palming the redhead’s ass while the other tangled in the brunette’s hair.
“f**k yes,” he muttered. “This is exactly what I needed after closing that deal in Tokyo.”
Arian watched with amusement as another girl — a curvy blonde with heavy makeup and hungry eyes — straddled his own lap. She rolled her hips expertly, pressing her soft t**s against his chest while her fingers played with the buttons of his shirt.
“That’s it, baby,” Arian murmured, voice low and rough. He slapped her ass hard, making her moan and grind faster. The music pulsed louder.
The lights flashed across their bodies, turning skin into glowing temptation.
Skye laughed loudly as the redhead on his lap kissed his neck. “Remember that night in Dubai?
When we had those three models in the penthouse for forty-eight straight hours? I thought my d**k was going to fall off.”
Arian barked out a laugh, sipping more whiskey.
“You cried like a b***h when they finally left. Kept saying ‘just one more round.’”
“Bullshit,” Skye shot back, grinning. “You were the one who ordered room service naked at six in the morning. We’re both degenerates.”
The girls around them kept moving, dancing sinfully. Two more joined, one spinning around the pole in the center of the VIP area while the others danced close, teasing fingers and soft bodies against both men. The air grew thick with perfume, sweat, and lust.
Arian let the blonde on his lap work her magic.
She was good — very good. Her hips moved in perfect rhythm, her ass grinding down against his growing bulge.
For a few blissful minutes, his mind wandered only slightly to Larissa — how her body had felt last night, how tight and responsive she was. But he pushed the thought away quickly. Tonight wasn’t about her. Tonight was about unwinding with his brother.
Skye suddenly pulled one of the girls down for a deep kiss, then pushed her toward Arian. “Share the wealth, man.”
Arian accepted, grabbing the new girl by the waist and pulling her close. She smelled like vanilla and sin. He let her dance on him, hands roaming freely over her curves while he took another drink. The whiskey was hitting nicely now, loosening the tension from the long day.
The conversation flowed easily between them as the night deepened. They talked business — the upcoming acquisition, the rival who was stupid enough to cross them last month, the new club
Skye was thinking of investing in. They laughed about old stories: the time they nearly got arrested in Ibiza, the yacht party in Monaco that turned into a three-day orgy, the way they had climbed to the top together, destroying anyone who stood in their way.
“You know,” Skye said, voice slightly slurred as he watched a girl drop to her knees in front of him, “we’ve been doing this s**t for years. Power. Money. p***y whenever we want it. Life’s f*****g good.”
Arian nodded, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as the blonde on his lap leaned in and sucked on his neck. “It is. No complications. No attachments. Just the way we like it.”
For a brief moment, Larissa’s face flashed in his mind again — her trembling lips when he shouted at her earlier, the way she had crashed home exhausted because of him. It sent a dark thrill through him, but he shoved it aside.
He slapped the blonde’s ass again and pulled her closer, focusing on the heat of her body and the loud music.
More bottles arrived. The girls rotated. Some danced, some stripped, some dropped to their knees to please with eager mouths and skilled hands. Skye disappeared into one of the private back rooms with two girls for nearly thirty minutes, coming back with messy hair and a satisfied smirk.
Arian stayed mostly in the main area, enjoying the attention but not going further. He drank heavily, laughed with his best friend, and let the night blur into a haze of music, expensive liquor, and beautiful, willing bodies.
“Another round!” Skye shouted, raising his glass.
The girls cheered and pressed closer, dancing wildly around them.
Arian clinked glasses with him again, a rare, genuine grin on his face. These were the nights that reminded him why he fought so hard — absolute freedom at the top. No one could touch them. No rules. No limits.
As the clock passed well after midnight, the club grew even wilder. More girls filtered into the VIP section, bodies glistening under the flashing lights. Skye was in heaven, one girl on his lap, another feeding him shots. Arian leaned back, letting a new dark-haired beauty grind slowly on him while he sipped his drink.
Skye caught his eye across the chaos and raised his glass once more.
“To us, brother. To ruling everything we touch.”
Arian raised his own glass, eyes dark with satisfaction.
“To ruling everything.”
The night stretched on — loud, filthy, and completely theirs.
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