The air reeked of lust and control,an atmosphere so thick with power it clung to the skin like smoke. Moans echoed across the marble-lined walls, bodies collided in a symphony of pleasure, and rules lay forgotten beneath the weight of dominance.
And then she arrived.
Greta Van der stormed in like she owned the damn place,heels clicking with a confidence that was equal parts arrogance and charm. She didn't walk. She commanded. Behind her followed the infamous trio: Oyra, Yasmine, and Paris. Her assistants. Her disciples. Her bitches, if she felt like it. Each woman moved like the ground was laid solely for them, hips swaying, heads held high, eyes dripping with entitlement.
It was their usual entrance,slow, intentional, unapologetically bold. Like they had packed every sinful soul into The Fatal Attraction Grounds just for this show.
Greta's eyes scanned the carnal scene and her lips curved in satisfaction. This? This was her heaven.
Ace was still buried inside Goldie, deep and hard, like he was sculpting sin into her. Goldie's moans bled into the thick air.
Greta didn't blink. She walked straight toward them and without pause, yanked Ace out of Goldie, her fingers wrapping around his slick, hard shaft.
He barely had time to protest before Greta's lips closed around the tip. Her teeth grazed the head,just enough to make his entire body shudder. A moan slipped from him, primal and broken.
Then she swallowed him whole.
All of him.
Ace groaned like a beast. His head fell back, his hand gripping her hair in disbelief. Greta's mouth was a merciless haven, and he was drowning in it.
Goldie clicked her tongue in frustration. She had been so close. That damned witch always knew how to ruin a moment. Huffing, she peeled away from the scene, her thighs slick and unsatisfied.
She marched toward Magnus,cold, collected Magnus Zeres,and dropped herself directly in front of him like a gift to a bored god. She spread her legs without shame, exposing a dripping, needy cunt that glistened under the low red lights.
Locking eyes with him, she dipped two fingers into her wetness, thrusting and curling them inside herself as if she were performing an act of worship.
Magnus didn't move.
But his eyes followed every slick stroke, his expression unreadable save for the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Then came the moans.
"Ohhh… ohhh… ahhh…"
Goldie's climax spilled out of her with abandon, milky and glistening. That was all it took.
Magnus leaned forward and grabbed her by the thighs, dragging her closer. His palms slid up her soft skin, and without a word, he threw her legs over his shoulders and dove in.
He sucked as if her pleasure was oxygen. His teeth grazed her folds, his tongue swept every drop, and Goldie's head thrashed, her moans echoing against the walls like sirens.
She was unraveling.
And when his fingers joined his mouth,three of them pushing deep,she nearly screamed. Her hips bucked forward in desperation.
But then, just as she was about to drown in another orgasm, he stopped.
Goldie whimpered in devastation, her body trembling. "Why the hell would you...?"
"You don't teach a man how to eat his meal," Magnus said coolly, voice thick with command. "Stop moving, or go finish yourself."
Goldie bit her lip and nodded, submissive now, conquered.
Satisfied, he returned to devour her again.
Meanwhile, Greta's girls,left untouched,had soaked through their panties from just watching.
Oyra and Yasmine finally snapped, turning to each other, lips crashing with desperate heat. Their tongues danced, hands roamed, breathless moans shared between bites.
Paris didn't bother with company.
She slid her hand beneath her skirt and began fingering herself right there, unashamed, letting her head fall back as her other hand teased her hardened nipple.
That's when the shout came.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
Mackessie Xandros stormed in, hips sashaying with unconscious grace, face twisted with displeasure. She looked at the chaos around her like a headmistress walking into a demon orgy.
"I called you here for a meeting," she snapped. "Not a goddamn orgy. Can't you animals wait ten minutes?!"
Someone giggled. Someone moaned.
"God knows I've said this a thousand times," she muttered, exasperated.
Goldie, mouth open and dripping in Magnus' grasp, managed to slur, "And God knows we'll neve...ohh… ahhh… ohhhhh…"
Mackessie glared, disgust and exhaustion warring behind her eyes. "Ten minutes. That's all you get." She hissed and turned on her heel, vanishing down the corridor.
The room laughed.
But let's rewind.
Who is Mackessie Xandros?
Daughter of Archon Xandros. Once a girl with bright eyes and dreams shaped by darkness. Now, a leader. But her rise to power? It was written in blood, trauma, and betrayal.
She was once innocent. Pure. A virgin with fantasies of running her own seductive empire. Her father wanted a different life for her,safe, quiet, normal. But Mackessie was not normal. And she didn't want safety. She wanted power.
Archon denied her every opportunity to train. So when Uranta Downs,his close ally and possibly something more...obviously something more,learned of Mackessie's desires, she took the girl under her wing. Secretly. Recklessly.
At twenty-one, Mackessie made a bold move.
She approached Sebastian Slade himself, the Kingpin of the Eros Empire, and begged for a chance to create her own clan.
He agreed.
But he demanded she lose her virginity first. It was twisted. Cruel. But in this world, innocence was a liability.
So they orchestrated a job.
A blindfolded encounter between two strangers,one meant to learn submission, the other dominance.
Neither knew the other's identity.
Until the blood-stained sheets told the story.
Father.
Daughter.
Violated.
Destroyed.
Everything's was Sabastian's plan,he knew his exec was fucking with his wife so why not make him pay in the cruest way possible.
Mackessie never recovered. Not truly. Her dream died that night.
And Archon?
He raged. He mourned. He murdered. But he never admitted his failure. He couldn't.
After Sebastian's murder, Archon inherited the Empire.
But Mackessie?
She was offered a different crown.
She would lead the executives. The shadows beneath the kings. The link between command and chaos. A new fraternity forged in her pain.
She called it what she had once whispered to herself in dreams…
THE FATAL ATTRACTION SOCIETY.