The air in Kael Donovan's Star Island mansion was heavy with the ghosts of last night's sins, but Zara Kane was ready to summon new demons. After torching Jack Riley's ego in Club Vortex, she and Kael were riding a high—lust, defiance, and the thrill of spitting in the face of morality. Tonight, they'd push it further, deeper, into the heart of Kathryn's domain: her sacred bedroom, a temple of silk and secrets. And they weren't going alone. Tina, Zara's firecracker of a best friend, was crashing the party, and the night was about to get filthy.
Zara stood in the mansion's foyer, her phone buzzing with Tina's texts: Bitch, I'm here. Let's burn this place down. She smirked, adjusting her outfit—a sheer black bodysuit that hugged her E-cup tits like a lover, the fabric so thin her nipples stood out like beacons. The crotch was cut high, barely covering her pussy, and her ass was a sculpted masterpiece, framed by the material. Her snake tattoo glowed under the chandelier, her blonde hair loose and wild. She was a walking violation of every rule, and she fucking loved it.
Kael emerged from the kitchen, a beer in hand, his black tank top stretched tight over his pecs, jeans slung low to show the hard lines of his hips. His cock was already stirring, the outline thick against the denim, his green eyes dark with hunger. Last night's club fuck had only whetted his appetite, and Zara's presence was like gasoline on a bonfire. "Tina's coming?" he asked, his voice rough, one eyebrow raised.
Zara sauntered over, her hips swaying, and plucked the beer from his hand, taking a long swig. "Oh, she's coming," she purred, her lips brushing his ear. "And so are we. All three of us." She handed the bottle back, her fingers grazing his cock through his jeans, feeling it jump under her touch. "You cool with that, big guy?"
Kael's jaw tightened, his cock hardening fully, the thick shaft straining against his zipper. "You're gonna kill me," he muttered, grabbing her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh, brushing her asshole through the bodysuit. "But yeah. I'm in."
The doorbell chimed, and Zara grinned, darting to open it. Tina stood there, a 5'4" dynamo with jet-black hair, a nose ring, and a body that screamed trouble. Her leather bralette barely contained her D-cup tits, her mini skirt showing off toned legs and a glimpse of red panties. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief, a joint dangling from her lips. "Sup, sluts?" she said, exhaling a plume of smoke, strutting inside like she owned the place.
"Sup, whore," Zara shot back, pulling Tina into a hug, their tits pressing together, the heat between them palpable. Tina's hand slid down Zara's back, squeezing her ass, and Zara laughed, the sound low and wicked. Kael watched, his cock throbbing, the air crackling with possibility.
"Damn, Kael," Tina said, eyeing him up and down, her gaze lingering on his bulge. "Zara wasn't lying. You're packing." She tossed her bag on the floor, kicking off her boots, her bare feet padding toward him. "Ready to break some rules?"
Kael smirked, his hand still on Zara's ass. "Rules are already fucked," he said, his voice a growl. "Let's see how much more we can break."
Zara led the way upstairs, her ass swaying, Tina and Kael following like moths to a flame. They reached Kathryn's bedroom—a cathedral of decadence. Silk sheets draped the king-sized bed, a mirrored ceiling reflecting every sin, crystal chandeliers casting soft light over mahogany furniture. Kathryn's perfume lingered, a faint reminder of the woman whose world they were about to defile. Zara kicked the door shut, her eyes glinting with intent. "This is where we make history," she said, climbing onto the bed, her bodysuit riding up to flash her pussy, already glistening.
Tina laughed, stripping off her bralette, her tits bouncing free, nipples dark and hard. "History, huh? More like a fucking porno." She peeled off her skirt, revealing her red thong, the fabric damp between her thighs. She joined Zara on the bed, their bodies close, hands roaming. Tina's fingers traced Zara's nipples through the bodysuit, pinching them, making Zara gasp. "You're such a slut," Tina teased, her lips brushing Zara's.
"Says the queen of sluts," Zara shot back, grabbing Tina's face and kissing her hard, their tongues tangling, moans muffled. Kael stood at the foot of the bed, his cock aching, watching the two women grind against each other, their pussies rubbing through their underwear, the air thick with their scent.
"Fuck," Kael muttered, yanking off his tank top, his abs rippling, scars from his black-market days visible on his ribs. He unbuttoned his jeans, his cock springing free—long, thick, veins bulging, the head slick with pre-cum. Tina's eyes widened, her hand reaching for him, stroking his shaft slow, her fingers barely wrapping around his girth.
"Jesus, Zara, you weren't kidding," Tina said, her voice husky, pumping Kael's cock, her thumb smearing his pre-cum. Zara grinned, crawling to the edge of the bed, her lips brushing Tina's ear. "Taste him," she whispered, her hand guiding Tina's head down.
Tina didn't need convincing. She licked Kael's cock, her tongue swirling around the head, sucking the tip into her mouth. Kael groaned, his balls tightening, his hand fisting in Tina's hair. Zara watched, her pussy throbbing, her fingers slipping under her bodysuit to rub her clit, the hard nub pulsing under her touch. "That's it," she purred, her voice dripping with lust. "Suck him deep."
Tina obeyed, taking Kael's cock deeper, her lips stretching, gagging as his head hit her throat. Zara leaned in, kissing Kael hard, her tongue invading his mouth, tasting the beer and raw need. She broke the kiss, joining Tina, their tongues meeting on Kael's cock, licking and sucking, their spit mixing with his pre-cum. Kael's groans filled the room, his cock twitching, the sight of two women worshipping him pushing him to the edge.
"Fuck, you're both insane," he rasped, his hands gripping their hair, guiding them. Zara pulled back, ripping her bodysuit off, her tits bouncing, her pussy bare and soaked, her asshole winking under the chandelier's glow. She pushed Tina onto her back, yanking off her thong, exposing her pussy—pink, wet, lips parted, clit swollen. Zara dove in, her tongue lapping at Tina's pussy, sucking her clit, making Tina moan, her hips bucking.
Kael watched, his cock dripping, stroking himself as Zara ate Tina out, her tongue flicking between Tina's pussy and asshole, teasing both. Tina's hands gripped the sheets, her tits heaving, her moans turning to screams. "Fuck, Zara, yes!" she gasped, her pussy spasming, squirting a hot stream that coated Zara's face.
Zara laughed, her chin glistening, crawling up to kiss Tina, their lips slick with her juices. Kael couldn't wait anymore. He grabbed Zara's hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed, her ass in the air, her pussy dripping. He rubbed his cock against her lips, teasing her clit, then thrust in, hard, stretching her tight pussy. Zara screamed, her walls clenching, her juices flooding around his cock.
Tina watched, her fingers rubbing her own pussy, her eyes locked on Kael's cock slamming into Zara. "Fuck her harder," she said, her voice raw, crawling closer. She reached under Zara, pinching her clit, making Zara's pussy spasm, her screams echoing off the mirrored ceiling. Kael pounded her, his balls slapping her ass, his thumb pressing against her asshole, teasing the tight ring.
"Want more?" Kael growled, his thrusts relentless, his cock swelling inside her. Zara nodded, her face buried in the sheets, her pussy squirting again, soaking the silk. Tina grinned, sliding beneath Zara, her tongue flicking Zara's clit as Kael fucked her, their movements syncing. The sensation was too much—Zara's pussy clamped down, her orgasm crashing through her, her screams drowning out the city's hum.
Kael pulled out, his cock slick with Zara's cum, and grabbed Tina, flipping her onto her knees. Her pussy was ready, dripping, and he thrust in, her walls tight but yielding, her moans filling the room. Zara recovered, crawling to Tina's face, straddling her, lowering her pussy onto Tina's mouth. Tina licked eagerly, sucking Zara's clit, her tongue darting to her asshole, making Zara moan, her tits bouncing.
Kael fucked Tina hard, his cock hitting her cervix, his balls slapping her clit. He reached forward, grabbing Zara's tits, pinching her nipples, pulling her into a messy kiss as Tina ate her out. The three of them were a tangle of sweat, cum, and raw need, the bed creaking, the mirrors reflecting their debauchery. Zara came again, her pussy flooding Tina's face, her screams syncing with Tina's as Kael's thrusts pushed her over the edge, her pussy squirting around his cock.
"Cum in her," Zara demanded, her voice a snarl, her fingers rubbing Tina's clit. Kael roared, his cock erupting, hot cum flooding Tina's pussy, spilling out as he kept thrusting, his balls emptying. Tina's pussy milked him, her orgasm shaking her, her moans muffled by Zara's pussy. Kael pulled out, his cum dripping from Tina's pussy, pooling on the sheets.
Zara slid off Tina, kissing her hard, tasting her own juices, then crawled to Kael, sucking his cock clean, her tongue lapping up their mixed cum. "Fuck, that was perfect," she said, her voice hoarse, collapsing beside Tina, their bodies slick with sweat.
Tina laughed, her chest heaving, her pussy still leaking. "You two are fucking animals," she said, grabbing a bottle of champagne from the nightstand, popping it open. They passed it around, drinking straight from the bottle, the fizz mixing with the taste of sex.
But the high was interrupted. Zara's phone buzzed, a notification from her security app: motion detected in Kathryn's office. She frowned, pulling herself off the bed, her pussy still throbbing, cum dripping down her thighs. "Hold up," she said, slipping on Kael's discarded tank top, the fabric barely covering her ass. Kael and Tina followed, Kael zipping up, Tina throwing on her bralette, their bodies still humming with lust.
They crept to Kathryn's office, a sleek room of glass and steel, the safe hidden behind a painting. Zara punched in the code—Kathryn's arrogance made it predictable: her own birthday. The safe clicked open, revealing stacks of cash, a Beretta, and a USB drive labeled "V." Zara plugged it into Kathryn's laptop, her heart racing. The screen lit up with files: contracts, wire transfers, names tied to Vito, the black-market kingpin. Kathryn wasn't just a lawyer—she was neck-deep in Miami's underworld, laundering money for Vito's empire.
"Fuck," Kael muttered, his fists clenching. "She's been playing us all."
Tina whistled, scanning the files. "Your wife's a goddamn mob queen. What now?"
Zara's eyes glinted, her mind racing. "We use this," she said, copying the files to her phone. "Leverage. Kathryn's not the only one who can play dirty."
Before they could plan further, Kael's phone buzzed—a text from an unknown number: Nice show at Vortex. Want it on X? Meet me at the docks, midnight. -J. Jack Riley, that slimy fuck, was back, and he'd somehow gotten new footage. Zara's blood boiled, her pussy still tingling but her focus razor-sharp. "He's dead," she said, her voice cold.
Kael cracked his knuckles, his cock stirring at the thought of crushing Jack. "Midnight," he said, his voice a growl. "We end him."
Tina grinned, lighting another joint, her tits bouncing as she leaned back. "Count me in," she said, exhaling smoke. "Let's fuck him up."
Zara kissed Kael, then Tina, her lips tasting of champagne and revenge. "This bed's just the start," she said, her eyes blazing. "We're taking this city." The mirrors reflected their defiance, three rebels ready to burn Miami to the ground. Jack's move was a mistake, and Kathryn's secrets were their weapon. The night was young, and the fire was only growing.