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“Mando! Hannah!” Marco exclaims, his warm smile welcoming us as he rises from his seat. “Glad you could make it.”
“Your ass didn’t give me much of a choice,” Armando replies, pulling me closer to him as if to remind everyone present that I am his.
“Let me introduce you to our lovely company for the night,” Marco continues, gesturing to the two stunning women sitting beside him. “Isabella and Valentina.”
“Nice to meet you both,” I offer, doing my best to appear at ease in this unfamiliar environment. Both women appraise me with curiosity, likely wondering how someone like me ended up with a man like Armando.
“Likewise,” Valentina purrs, her eyes flicking to Armando with interest before returning to me. I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, despite knowing it's unfounded.
“Let's get some drinks,” Armando suggests, sensing the need to break the tension. “What's everyone having?”
“Champagne for Valentina and me,” Isabella chimes in, batting her long, fake lashes.
“Whiskey on the rocks,” Leo adds, his voice deep and commanding.
“Make it two,” Marco agrees, his focus momentarily shifting from Valentina's barely-there dress.
Armando nods, glancing at me expectantly.
“Um, I'll have a glass of red wine, please,” I say, feeling decidedly out of place among this group.
Armando brushes his thumb over my knuckles before turning to the waiter who has just arrived. “You heard the lady–one glass of your finest red wine, two whiskeys on the rocks, two champagnes, and for me... a scotch, neat.”
The waiter scribbles down our orders before disappearing into the shadows.
“Here's to a night we won't soon forget,” Leo proposes as soon as our drinks are delivered, raising his glass in anticipation.
“Cheers to that,” Marco agrees, the clink of our glasses a sharp contrast to the pulsating music surrounding us. We drink deeply, the potent concoctions fueling the fire that's already burning within each of us.
As the alcohol courses through my veins, my inhibitions start to dissolve, replaced by a growing hunger for everything this night has to offer. There’s so much to see. So much to feel.
“You okay?” Armando leans to my ear and asks.
I nod. “It’s a lot to take in.”
“Let’s go for a walk. Take a look around.” Armando takes my hand and leads me through the throng of bodies, his confidence and presence commanding the space around us. As we reach an open spot, he turns to face me, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
“You want to dance?” His voice is barely audible over the pounding beat, but I nod in response, eager to lose myself in the rhythm.
“You dance?”
“No. Not at all. But I will for you.”
My chest warms. This guy. I’m addicted.
As the music swells, Armando and I move closer together, our bodies instinctively finding their own beat within the chaos. Our hips sway in sync as we dance, his strong hands guiding my movements with electric precision. The heat between us grows with every passing moment, and I’m lost in the delicious friction it creates.
“I’m never going to hear the end of this from Marco and Leo.” Armando leans in close, shouting into my ear so I can hear him. “I feel like a brick wall gyrating.”
I laugh loudly, appreciating that he’s giving me something to help put me at ease even if it means he’s out of his element. Armando may not be able to give me the right words all the time, but he certainly knows how to give me the right actions.
My body moves with newfound fluidity, uninhibited by doubt or restraint. Armando's gaze never leaves me, and I feel a surge of pleasure knowing that I am the sole object of his attention.
I become increasingly aware of the illicit activities taking place around us. Couples entwined in various sex acts, some concealed in shadowy corners while others brazenly display their passion for all to see. Kinky play unfolds before my eyes, a world I had only ever glimpsed in whispered conversations and late-night fantasies.
The sight of these unapologetic displays of desire only serves to fuel the fire growing within me. I feel a primal urge to explore this darker side of my own sexuality.
“Armando,” I breathe, my voice barely audible above the music as I glance around at the debauchery surrounding us. “This is... no words to describe it.”
“Is this place too much?” he asks, his dark eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort.
“No,” I reply, surprising even myself with the conviction in my voice. “I'm intrigued.”
“Good,” he grins, pulling me closer until our bodies are flush against one another.
The pulsating beat of the music seems to vibrate through my bones as Armando and I dance. The heat between us is palpable; the air around us crackles with electricity as we share heated glances and stolen touches.
“Your heart's racing,” Armando murmurs huskily into my ear, his breath hot against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Is it the excitement, or is it me?”
