Chapter 3

ANASTASIA’S POV 

“Let’s get this party started, bitches!” Athena hollered as we strutted into the club. Classic Athena—the life of the party and unapologetically bold. She thrived on attention, and tonight was no exception. Women were her playground, though she dabbled with men whenever the mood struck.

We headed straight to our usual spot in the VIP section at Club Hera. It wasn’t my top choice of venues, but the exclusivity made up for it. Plus, the men here were yummy.

“Our usual drinks,” I instructed the waiter as he approached. From across the room, I caught sight of the club manager and gave him a small wave. He nodded in acknowledgment. 

“Gosh the girls here are looking way too sexy, I want them all!” Athena said, her eyes flitting eagerly across the room from woman to woman.

I chuckled. “Go easy on yourself, young lady. You can’t have them all.” 

“Watch me,” she replied with a wink, already scouting her prey.

The waiter returned with our drinks, and I could feel myself settling into the night. The alcohol was my ticket to letting loose, and I intended to make the most of it. I’m always wherever the drinks are. 

About thirty minutes in, the club was packed to the brim—sweaty bodies, pounding music, and an electrifying atmosphere. My attention was locked on two guys who had been hovering nearby. Both were tall, fit and exactly my type. The drinks were doing their magic, and my confidence surged.

I signaled for the waiter to come and I leaned toward him and whispered, “Tell them—him and him—to meet me in backroom cubicle five.” Stall five was me and Athena’s haven. The manager knew to keep it unoccupied whenever Athena and I were at the club.

Catching Athena’s eye, I signaled where I was heading. She nodded knowingly as I slipped past the thrumming crowd. Bodies brushed against me, sticky with heat and excitement. 

By the time I reached the secluded stall, the buzz of alcohol had fully taken hold.

Not long after, the two men entered, leaving the door slightly ajar, a detail that didn’t bother me because no one came to this far end of the club unless invited.

I looked them over, taking in every detail. They stood shoulder to shoulder, both exuding a quiet confidence that made it hard to tear my eyes away. Their strong, sculpted shoulder blades strained against their fitted shirts, hinting at the power beneath. One wasn’t taller than the other, but they carried themselves differently.

The one on the left had dark, tousled hair that looked effortlessly styled as if he’d just rolled out of bed looking that good. His sharp jawline and piercing hazel eyes seemed to hold a mix of intrigue and mischief, as though he could either be your best-kept secret or your most thrilling mistake. His lips curved into a faint smirk, one that made my pulse quicken.

The other man was a striking contrast. His buzzed hair and neatly trimmed beard gave him an air of clean-cut precision, but the intensity in his deep-set blue eyes suggested something far more primal. His broad chest and muscular arms filled his shirt perfectly, leaving just enough to the imagination to keep my thoughts racing.

There was something magnetic about them both—opposites in demeanor but equally captivating. My gaze lingered a little too long on the way their shirts clung to their torsos, the slight glint of sweat under the dim lights making them seem even more alluring. I could feel my attraction building, the kind that left me feeling reckless, and ready for anything. 

“Here’s the deal,” I said, my voice low and confident as I eyed them both. “I want you both right now. If you’re in, let me know now.

They both exchanged glances before the first man grinned. “I’m in. You’re way too hot to say no to,” he said as he undressed me with his eyes.  

I looked at the other guy waiting for an answer. The look on his face made me think this wasn’t a typical setting he would be in. I could swear he was about to turn me down, but he just shrugged. 

“Good choice,” I murmured, motioning for them to come closer. “You,” I pointed to one, “on the floor. And you,” gesturing to the other, “behind me.” 

They moved into position as instructed. “Oh, and one last thing,” I added with a smirk. “I like my pleasure on the edge. I’m not like most women—if it’s not risky, it’s not worth it. But don’t worry; there’s nothing to be scared of.”

The first man hesitated briefly, but as his hands traced up my legs, his apprehension melted away. Meanwhile, the second man’s lips traveled along my neck, his hands expertly exploring my curves. My body was ablaze, each touch amplified by the alcohol coursing through me.

“Take it off,” I commanded, gesturing to my skirt. As the man on his knees obeyed, his eyes widened briefly when the gun tucked into the waistband came into view. I smirked as I played with the cold deadly metal in my hand, enjoying his reaction, before he continued sliding the fabric down my thighs.

Behind me, the other man unbuttoned my linen shirt, revealing the black lace of my bra. I held my cold metal gun tightly as sensations built, their hands and mouths igniting every nerve.

I ran the tip of my gun down my thigh as I felt kisses and hands on every part of my body. I enjoyed the cold and dangerous feel of the gun against my soft skin. Kisses were traced along my inner thighs as I spread my legs wider to give more room for pleasure.

With a soft moan, I pressed the gun against the temple of the man kneeling before me. His eyes flickered with surprise, but he didn’t stop, his lips continued to satisfy my needs. 

“Unbuckle it,” I instructed the man behind me, referring to my bra. He complied, his fingers swiftly unclasping my bra as his other hand slid lower. As my perky breasts came into view, the other man’s fingers found their way inside me. Each finger in one after the other,  each movement deliberate and intoxicating as he rubbed on my clit.

My breath hitched as the intensity grew. The man on his knees worshiped every inch of my body with his mouth as his fingers worked magic in me, while the one behind me pushed me closer to the edge with every calculated touch and suckle on my delicate nipples.

In the dimly lit hallway across the room, I caught a glimpse of stormy gray eyes. The silhouette of a man stood motionless, watching. His gaze was piercing, and commanding, and something about it unraveled me completely. I threw my head back, moaning loudly as my climax tore through me.

When I looked back, the man was gone. Almost as if he was conjured by my imagination.