"Nothing special. Just share your partner with all the members," Silas replied casually.
'Wait... does that mean I have to sex with all of them?' Adrian's heart sank at the thought.
"I don't let others touch what's mine, and I'm definitely not into threesomes," Serena stated firmly.
"You think we're asking you to share him with Aleena? No," Silas smirked. "We're asking him to spread his legs like a woman and beg us to fuck him."
"BACK OUT NOW IF YOU'RE HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS. IS THIS REALLY WORTH IT?" Serena whispered to Adrian, a warning in her tone.
"THERE'S NOTHING SPECIAL HERE. WHATEVER YOU WANT TO KNOW, I CAN GET IT FOR YOU," she continued.
It was tempting, a sweet temptation... I could get out of this crazy situation right now. But... how do I trust her? She could be one of them, Adrian thought, torn. But then... the image of my sister hanging herself flashed in front of my eyes. I pushed all those thoughts away, fighting to stay in control.
"However," Serena's voice hardened, "do it through open voting, with your masks off."
"Open voting?" Silas scoffed. "You expect us to take off our masks and vote on something like this?"
"What's the matter? Can't make it public? If you want him that badly, at least be proud of your desires," Serena mocked them, eyes glinting.
"President, let's make a reasonable compromise, shall we?" Aleena interjected she eyed Adrien was predatory, her intentions crystal clear. She wanted him wanted to tear his clothes off and make him fuck her hard, no matter the cost.
"Yeah, I think you've pushed this too far," Damian added, glancing nervously at Silas.
"If you can't recognize the president's authority, why don't you just withdraw from the club?" Kian snapped.
"I respect the president's authority, which is why I'm asking for a different condition," Serena shot back, her tone unwavering.
So?
"You should make some concessions, too," she added, challenging them with her stare. "Being president doesn't mean you get to be a dictator, right?"
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"Then let's change the condition," Silas paused before continuing, "why don't you two fuck right here in front of me?" he stated coldly.
"I don't have a problem with it," Serena replied, causing Adrien to look at her in shock.
Is she serious? Does she actually want them to watch us? Is she completely unhinged? Doesn't she have any shame? Adrien's mind raced, trying to justify her behavior. Guess that's how the high-class operate, he thought bitterly.
Serena pulled him in closer, their bodies almost touching, her gaze locked onto his. The air crackled with tension as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his.
"Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice low and sultry, sending a shiver down his spine.
Adrien hesitated, a mix of disgust and desire swirling within him. What is happening? he thought, but before he could react, Serena pressed her mouth against his, forcing him to surrender to the kiss. The world around them faded as he felt her warmth enveloping him.
With a smirk playing on her lips, she covered his eyes with her hand, plunging him into darkness, intensifying every sensation. her hands roaming over his torso. She sucked on his neck, leaving a mark, then kissed his ear.
"Run, Adrien," she whispered, planting a soft kiss on his ear. "Before I strip you down and force you to cum in front of everyone," she warned him in a dangerously serious tone.
She slid her hand into his pants, unbuckling his belt as Adrien bit down on his lips so hard they started to bleed.
"Silas, "Non è tua madre che si candida alle elezioni? Dovrei diffondere la voce della sua relazione e del figlio illegittimo?" Serena taunted him in Italian. Silas clenched his jaw, his frustration evident. ("Isn't your mom running for election? Should I spread the rumor about her affair and having an illegitimate child?")
"Enough. We'll continue this in the next meeting," he snapped, storming out of the room.
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Adrien stood there, struggling to catch his breath as everyone else left the meeting room, leaving just him and Serena. He collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted.
"Thanks for helping me," he muttered. But before Serena could reply, her phone rang, and she stepped outside to take the call.
Adrien seized the opportunity and discreetly collected the cigarette butts left by the others, sealing them in a ziplock bag.
"I didn't know you had a hobby of collecting other people's cigarette butts. Or is that just a quirk of this club?" Serena remarked as she returned.
"None of your business," Adrien snapped.
Serena walked up to him with a predatory grace, her eyes glinting with mischief. Without breaking their gaze, she reached for his collar, her fingers brushing against his skin as she pulled him closer. In one swift motion, she pushed him back onto the sofa, the sudden shift catching him off guard.
As he landed against the cushions, the soft fabric enveloped him, but before he could process what was happening, she was on him, her lips crashing against his once more. This kiss was different fiercer and more demanding, as if she were trying to claim him entirely.
Her hands tangled in his hair, fingers gripping tightly as she deepened the kiss. As their mouths moved in perfect synchrony, every ounce of resistance melted away, leaving only raw desire in its wake. She pulled back slightly, her breath mingling with his, their foreheads resting against each other.
"You really don't have a choice here," she whispered, her voice low and sultry challenge in her tone.
He forgot his rationality in that heated moment, surrendering completely to the sensation of her lips against his. He captured her lips again, this time slower, teasingly, as if he wanted to savor every second of this intoxicating connection.
Adrien's heart raced, the blend of confusion and exhilaration coursing through him like electricity. her kiss was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive, and he found himself craving more, despite the chaos swirling around them. With every kiss, the world around them faded into a distant memory, leaving only the two of them locked in this fervent dance.
Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if she were afraid to let go, and he responded by wrapping his arms around her waist, drawing her body against his. The taste of her was intoxicating, a sweet blend that made him want to explore every inch of her.
With a surge of boldness, he let his hands wander beneath her shirt, fingertips brushing against her warm skin. The softness of her body sent shivers of pleasure through him, and he reveled in the intimacy of the moment.
His fingers explored her waist, tracing delicate patterns as he pulled her even closer, she bit down on his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. The sharp sting sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through Adrien, and he pulled back slightly, surprised but intrigued.
"Don't go too far," she warned, her eyes gleaming with mischief and a hint of something darker.
"This is insane," he murmured.
He pushed her away and ran off, leaving her smirking.
Adrien was on his way to meet Detective Nolan Drake, who was investigating the rape case of Adrien's sister, Suzane. He handed over a ziplock bag containing cigarette butts.
"Check their DNA," he said, passing it to Nolan.
After a moment of hesitation, he handed over another ziplock bag, this one with hair strands.
"Check these first," he requested.
"Adrien, where did you get all this?" Nolan asked, raising an eyebrow.
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