Chapter 1
The moment we stepped into Elysium Nights, the air hit me like a velvet glove—thick with the scent of amber and something darker, something primal. Neon violet and electric blue bled across the walls, casting long shadows that stretched and twisted with the bodies swaying on the dance floor. The bass thrummed through the soles of my stilettos, vibrating up my calves, settling between my thighs like a promise. Anton’s hand found the small of my back, his fingers pressing just hard enough to remind me who I belonged to—tonight, at least.
We slid onto a pair of high-backed bar stools, the leather cool against the backs of my thighs where my dress rode up just a little too high. The bartender, a striking woman with silver-streaked hair and a knowing smirk, didn’t even ask what we wanted. She just pushed two glasses toward us, the liquid inside shimmering like molten gold under the blacklight. Aphrodisiac special, her gaze said as she dragged it over Anton’s cufflinks, then down to where my fingers were already toying with the hem of my skirt.
I let my hand drift “accidentally” onto Anton’s thigh as I adjusted the fabric, my nails grazing the inside of his leg. His muscle jumped under my touch, and when I glanced up, his dark eyes were already locked onto me, pupils blown wide. Good. He’s already half-hard just from that. The thought sent a jolt through me, my nipples tightening against the lace of my bra. I didn’t bother hiding my reaction—why would I? The whole point of tonight was to be seen. To be watched.
“You’re already wet, aren’t you?” Anton’s voice was a rough murmur against my ear, his lips brushing the shell so lightly it could’ve been the ghost of a kiss. His hand slipped under the bar, fingers skimming up my inner thigh until they found the damp lace of my thong. A shiver raced down my spine as he traced the outline of my pussy through the fabric, his touch feather-light but possessive. “I can smell you.”
I arched into him, my breath hitching as his middle finger pressed just a little harder, the lace biting into my swollen lips. “Maybe I like the idea of someone else smelling it too,” I purred, my gaze flicking toward the dance floor. That was when I saw them—Lena and Mark, a couple we’d played with twice before. Lena’s back was arched against the wall, her husband’s hand already hiked up her skirt, his fingers working between her legs while she bit her lip to keep from moaning too loud. Show-offs. My pulse kicked up, heat pooling low in my belly.
Anton followed my line of sight, his cock twitching under my palm where I’d finally let myself grip him through his slacks. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough. “You’re dripping just from watching them.” His fingers curled, dragging the lace aside so he could slide one knuckle through my slick folds. I bit back a gasp, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. The bar stool creaked under me, the sound lost under the thumping bass, but the way Anton’s breath hitched told me he’d heard it.
“You’re such a slut for this, aren’t you?” His words were filthy, but his tone was pure reverence, like he was worshipping at the altar of my depravity. “My perfect little exhibitionist.” He withdrew his hand, and I whimpered at the loss, but then he was bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate noise that made my clit throb. “Sweet as always.”
The bartender chose that moment to slide our drinks closer, her smirk deepening as she caught the tail end of Anton’s performance. “First round’s on the house,” she said, her voice a purr. “But the second one? That’ll cost you.” Her gaze flicked to the private lounges lining the far wall, where the curtains were drawn just enough to tease glimpses of what was happening inside. A moan cut through the music, high and needy, and my thighs clenched.
I took a sip of the cocktail, the liquid burning its way down my throat before blooming into something warmer, something that made my skin feel too tight. My tongue darted out to catch a drop from my lower lip, and Anton’s gaze darkened. “You’re killing me,” he muttered, his hand finding my thigh again, this time higher, his thumb pressing against the damp spot on my thong.
“Good,” I breathed, leaning in until my lips brushed his ear. “Because I want you to fuck me where everyone can see. I want them to watch you ruin me.”
His cock jerked against my palm, the thick outline of him straining against his zipper. “Taylor—” His voice was a warning, but his hips rolled into my touch, betraying him.
I didn’t let him finish. Instead, I turned my head just enough to catch Lena’s gaze across the room. She was watching us now, her own fingers working between her legs while Mark whispered something dirty in her ear. Her lips parted, her tongue slicking over them in a slow, deliberate motion. Invitation accepted.
Anton noticed. Of course he did. His hand tightened on my thigh, his breath hot against my neck. “You want them to see how well you take my cock?” His words were a growl, but there was no real resistance in his tone. Just hunger. “You want Lena to watch while I fuck that tight little cunt of yours until you scream?”
“Yes,” I hissed, my nails digging into his thigh. “But first, I want to dance.”
The dance floor was a writhing mass of bodies, the air thick with sweat and the musky scent of sex. Anton pulled me against him the second we stepped into the crowd, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. The music swallowed us whole, the bass a relentless pulse that matched the throb between my legs. I ground back against him, feeling the rigid length of his cock press into the cleft of my ass. His breath was ragged in my ear, his hips rolling in time with mine, the friction maddening.
“You’re a tease,” he groaned, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin below my ear. One hand slid up my stomach, his fingers splaying over my ribs before cupping my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. My nipple was a hard peak under his palm, aching for more. “You love making me wait, don’t you?”
I arched into his touch, my ass rubbing against his cock in slow, deliberate circles. “I love making you want,” I corrected, my voice breathy. “I love knowing you’re so hard for me you can’t think straight.”
His answer was a sharp twist of my nipple, the pain blooming into pleasure as he pinched just hard enough to make me gasp. “Careful, baby,” he warned, his voice rough. “Or I’ll bend you over right here and fuck you in front of everyone.”
A whimper escaped me, my pussy clenching at the threat. I wanted that. God, I wanted that. But not yet. Not when Lena and Mark were still watching from the sidelines, their eyes dark with anticipation. Not when the night was still young, and the possibilities were endless.
I reached back, my fingers wrapping around the back of Anton’s neck as I pulled his mouth down to mine. Our lips crashed together, tongues tangling in a wet, messy kiss that tasted like sin and the aphrodisiac burning through my veins. He groaned into my mouth, his hips stuttering against me, his cock twitching with every roll of my ass.
When I finally pulled away, my lips were swollen, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Anton’s eyes were black with lust, his grip on my hips bruising. “Ready to play?” he asked, his voice a dark promise.
