DARK OBSESSION

CHAPTER THREE: AFTER THE CLUB

CHAPTER THREE: AFTER THE CLUB

The afterglow didn’t fade the way I expected.

It clung to my skin like sweat, like their hands, like the bruises already blooming on my hips.

I was still trembling on the velvet couch in the VIP section when Damien’s voice cut through the haze, low and final.

“We’re leaving. Now.”

No one argued. Rafe pulled his black shirt back on with one hand and scooped me up with the other like I weighed nothing. My legs dangled uselessly. My dress was ruined, ripped down the front, the zipper broken, the fabric hanging off one shoulder. Kade shrugged out of his own black button-down without a word and draped it over me. The shirt smelled like him: expensive cologne, clean sweat, and something darker that made my stomach flip.

Jax and Zane collected the scraps of my dress and the soaked black lace panties without speaking. Damien paid the private tab with a single black card, nodded once at the security standing by the back door, and led the way out into the alley.

The night air hit my overheated skin like a slap, A sleek black SUV was already waiting, engine running. Rafe slid into the back seat with me still in his arms, settling me across his lap so my bare thighs rested on his thick ones. Kade took the driver’s seat, Damien sat in the front passenger side, Jax climbed in on my right, Zane on my left. The doors shut with a solid, expensive thunk.

Silence stretched for the first few minutes. The only sounds were the low hum of the engine and my uneven breathing. Rafe’s hand rested heavy on my thigh under the borrowed shirt, his thumb stroking slow circles that made me twitch.

Finally, Rafe’s voice rumbled against my neck. “Still so soft,” he murmured. “You took us so f*****g well tonight, princess. Look at you..Marked…Used. And still dripping.”

I shivered. “Where are we going?”

“Home,” Damien answered without turning around, his voice was calm, but there was an edge underneath it. “Our place, You’re not going back to that apartment tonight. Marcus is out of town for three days. We have time.”

Kade’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror dark, intense, unreadable. “You’re ours now, Lila. The pact is dead...We’re not pretending otherwise.”

The drive lasted twenty minutes. We pulled into an underground garage beneath a high-rise I didn’t recognize. Private elevator…Top floor…The doors opened directly into a massive open-plan loft with dark wood floors, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city, leather and steel and soft lighting everywhere. It smelled expensive and lived-in at the same time.

Rafe carried me straight to a wide sectional couch in the living area. The second my bare feet touched the floor, five pairs of hands were on me again.

They stripped Kade’s shirt off me slowly this time…No rush…Just possession. Fingers brushed my n*****s, my stomach, the insides of my thighs. I stood there completely naked while they looked at me like they were deciding which part of me to claim first.

Damien stood back, arms crossed over his chest, watching as the other four laid me out on the soft leather. Kade kissed me deeply, tongue sliding against mine like he was still starving. Jax sucked dark marks onto my inner thighs, high enough that no one would ever mistake them for anything else. Zane’s fingers found my still-sensitive c**t and circled it with deliberate, almost clinical pressure. Rafe knelt between my legs and licked a long, slow stripe up my center, tasting the mess they had already made of me earlier.

“She’s still dripping,” Rafe growled against my skin, “Look at this pretty cunt…Used and still greedy for more.”

I arched off the couch when he pushed two thick fingers inside me again. “Please…”

“Please what?” Kade asked against my lips, voice rough. “Use your words, little Lila.”

“I need more. I need all of you again.”

Damien finally moved, He sat on the edge of the couch and pulled me into his lap so my back was flush against his chest, His thick c**k pressed against my bare ass through his pants, “You’ll get us,” he said against my ear. “But first we’re going to take our time. We want to see how many times we can make you come before you pass out.”

They did exactly that.

Rafe’s mouth stayed between my legs while Kade and Jax took turns feeding me their c***s. Zane held my wrists above my head so I couldn’t hide or push anyone away. Damien’s hands never left my breasts, pinching and rolling my n*****s until every nerve felt raw and electric. Every time I got close, they backed off…Every time I begged, they made me wait longer.

I came three more times before they finally undressed completely.

When they took me again one after another, then two at a time it was slower, deeper, more deliberate than the club.

They whispered filthy praise and dark promises between thrusts. Rafe f****d me from behind while I sucked Jax, Kade held my throat while Zane thrust into my mouth. Damien watched until he couldn’t anymore, then pulled me onto his c**k and filled me while the others stroked themselves and painted my skin with their release.

By the time Damien finally buried himself inside me one last time and emptied another thick load deep, I was sobbing with overstimulation, tears slipping down my temples into my hair.

They cleaned me gently afterward, warm washcloths, soft towels, and someone carried me to a massive bed that smelled like clean sheets and the five of them. Bodies surrounded me on all sides, heavy, warm, possessive… Kade’s arm around my waist…Rafe’s leg thrown over mine…Damien’s hand resting on my hip like a brand.

I fell asleep with their come still inside me and their hands still on my skin.

For the first time in years, I didn’t feel alone