UMBRIA DISTRICT, PERUGIA IN ITALY, LOCALITA ASPROLI TODI ESTATE. THE UMBRA COLLECTIVE: THE FATAL ATTRACTION SOCIETY...9:07 PM.
Two weeks had passed again...
The night reeked of something ancient and obscene. The pink washed villa in Localita Asproli, perched at the rim of Umbria's forbidden shadow, pulsed with noise, moans, flesh, and sweat.
From the outside, Mackessie's estate could pass for a cathedral of excess...Roman pillars, arched windows, and gold leaf trim pretending to be holy. But inside, it breathed depravity. The walls sighed under the weight of secrets, mirrors seemed to mock, and floors shimmered with sweat and spilled perfume that carried more than floral notes.
The air was thick,stewed in wine, cologne, heat, and sin..especially sin.
Flesh was the currency,secrets, the wine. And the bottle had already been uncorked.
Bodies moved like incense smoke...slow, deliberate, too slick to catch. Every inch of the grand parlour trembled with the kind of secrets no one ever confessed but everyone paid for in blood, sweat, and breathless sobs.
The scent of blooming lilies from Mackessie's gardens tangled with the richer, heavier musk of sex and wine. Lights were low,music slithered through the room like a silk noose. But nothing here was performance,everything was painfully, blissfully real.
Kolly Earhart had arrived early, which was rare. Seems like tonight, she is in a good mood,and when Kolly was in a good mood, pleasure bled through every corner in her body.
She is a vision of chaos. Her pink velvet dress had been torn from her body within minutes of her arrival. Her heels were gone,hair tangled,lips bruised.
She was bent backwards over a glossy obsidian table, her back arched like an offering, Vince pounding into her like he didn't care that two dozen eyes might see but no one looked,everyone was busy.
Kolly's fingers curled in Vince's hair as he devoured her. One hand fisted the silk throw pillow beneath her head, the other pressed his face deeper between her thighs, like she meant to drown him.
He didn't resist,didn't even blink.His mouth was wet with reverence. Her thighs trembled, but her face stayed still...commanding, possessed. Vince moaned into her heat, swallowed her groan, and smiled against her skin like a man who had everything he'd ever wanted.
Across the room, Greta bounced on Ace's lap with reckless abandon. Her black dress was bunched around her waist, her mouth parted in a silent scream. Nails scraped down Ace's chest as he leaned back, one hand buried in her thick curls, the other gripping her waist tight enough to leave finger-shaped bruises.
He whispered something filthy into her ear, she arched harder. They didn't care who saw...everyone saw...and no one cared.
To the left, Goldie had her legs locked around Magnus's shoulders. Her lieutenants; Jacel and Yael; helped her violate him with manic delight.
Magnus, the Blackout Brotherhood's beast, growled through gritted teeth, sweat poured down his chest. He devoured all three women like he was built for their destruction.
Goldie wore a golden sheer slit dress that exposed more than it covered, jeweled pins stabbed into her nipples like ornaments, her stilettos were still on. Jacel and Yael were dressed in little more than straps, their mouths painted with ruin and their eyes glassy with hunger.
Nearby, Greta's third lieutenant, Paris was on her knees, her mouth locked around Hans' cock, Ace's first lieutenant, while Rhea; Ace's second lieutenant; and Liz; Kolly's first lieutenant; tangled with him in a feverish heap of limbs and moans.
Griffo, Magnus's quiet lieutenant, had claimed a spot by the floor length window. He was orchestrating his own symphony of depravity,tangled with Echo; Kolly's second lieutenant; Susanna; Magnus' second lieutenant; and Oyra; Greta's first lieutenant. They moaned like they were being exorcised by lust itself, bodies slapping in slow, wet rhythm, faces glazed with ecstasy and delirium.
And above them all...hidden, maybe, or simply absent...was Mackessie.
She was never in the room when things turned this primal.
No one knew if she watched from the shadows or locked herself away upstairs. The trauma with her father...the scars of violated purity...had left her sickened by the sight of flesh. She let the house rot in sex because she couldn't stop it,because in some twisted way, she needed it to burn while she stood untouched.
Most of the Umbra Collective executives were here.
But the meeting hadn't started.
Or maybe it had.
Well,who gives a fuck?!
Nobody cared.
Kessie hadn't come shouting for order yet, so they let the madness devour them.
No one remembered the last meeting's conclusion...or maybe they did...but they chose to bleed into flesh and wine instead of dwelling on what came next.
It was during this blur of pleasure and sweat that Ace saw something he didn't like.
Vince.
Vince wasn't looking at Kolly.
Not entirely.
Just once...barely...his eyes darted to the entrance.
Towards the idea of someone not yet here.
Towards Shante.
Ace saw it.
He felt it.
And that was enough.
He pulled away from Greta mid thrust, skin damp, jaw locked, eyes stormy.
Greta groaned, her voice shrill with fury. "The fuck, Ace?! Why are you always acting like a bitch?"
He didn't answer,he didn't even glance at her,he just stormed.
He stormed toward Vince, and Vince noticed too late. The second he pulled Kolly away, Ace shoved him hard...right in the center of his face.
The room didn't freeze,at least not immediately.
Execs fought amongst each other,It was common....Ego...Drugs...Testosterone...Fury.
But the way Ace lunged,that punch cracking across Vince's temple,was different.
It wasn't casual.
It wasn't ritual.
It wasn't common.
It was personal.
Vince tackled him back.
They crashed against the table Kolly had just been bent over,glass shattered,crystal splintered.
Still, no words between them,no reasons. Only fists and fury.
Kolly screamed, eyes wide with blood and betrayal. "Rivals, you can't just fucking attack Vince because you're an exec and he's an enforcer!"
"Bullshit." Ace spat, slamming Vince's head against the wall.
The fight was bloody...Beautiful...Brutal.
People who cared watched,some moaned louder to drown the sound,while others didn't even care if someone die tonight.
Kolly stared, her body still bare and naked, her mind buzzing with fury. But she didn't move,not even toward them, and not away.
She was angry...and curious...but not suspicious.
At least not yet.
And above it all, from the shadows or somewhere far worse, Mackessie watched.
Or didn't?
The night reeked of something ancient and obscene.
And it had only just begun.