Their Wife (Reverse Harem)

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Sofia.

Lio, immediately, stood reaching a hand out for me to take. His eyes gleamed mischievously. "So, Dress up? It's a pretty fancy club and your SpongeBob PJs are probably- no. Definitely are against the dress code."

Well, I thought that my pajamas were iconic because what the hell could ever go wrong with a classic long-sleeved, silky shirt with a yellow sponge that brought my inner child out. And let's not forget my amazing matching pants that were absolutely slaying.

I eyed my pajama set with a frown. "What's wrong with what I have on? It's not like we're staying longer than we'll need to and a dress code? How fancy we talkin'?" my brows knitted in surprise.

Nik and Vale sure went all in but to be honest I didn't expect any less from them. Valentino and Nikolai were the loudest, most extroverted duo I had ever seen.

It was cute but so damn stressful when they acted like toddlers high on sugar.

"Mega fancy. So, Whaddya say?" Jazz hands in check with his killer smile, Aurelio twirled around playfully and effectively erased some of my worries. Even if it was for the smallest bit of a second, being in Aurelio's présence was like a soothing, warm ray of sunshine that brightened whenever he smiled.

My lips tugged up, for a moment but then, I froze. Unmoving and feigning hesitancy watching the tall sunshine boy squirm and plead with his eyes. "Dress up it is."

"Fuck yes!"

And so hell began.

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The place was beautiful.

Extravagant and as big as I thought it would be. The ceiling was high with a huge chandelier right in the middle. Under it, there was a circular area of booths. The walls were also lined with large booths, each seeming to have its own private wall set between them. To the far wall, opposite the entrance, was a long, spacious bar, only in front of it was a tall iron fence with a vine crawling all over it. 

The exterior design was a whole other case, seeing as Lio and I burst out of his grey McLaren P1 like we were on fire. Heading straight for the VIP booths to look for the two blond dumbasses. We- I had no time to admire the beautiful building.

A few minutes into searching, Lio got a phone call from Vale telling him that he needed to be taken home and that he didn't know where Nik was, so, I opted on staying to look for him while Aurelio takes Blondie number one home.

The loud, sensual music wasn't registering in my brain and Gods knew how much I adored anything that Chris Brown sang with how it still managed to capture my attention. I bobbed my head to the beat and tapped my fingers against my palm rhythmically.

Ditching the visible opened booths afternoon finding whom I'd been looking for, I made my way through the long hallway checking every empty booth for a possibly shit-faced Nikolai but to no avail.

Blush contoured my cheeks as I peeked through an unclosed door to one of the private rooms, unprepared to see the sight that laid there.

The nude, shackled woman whimpered then moaned in pain as the thick paddle smacked her dark-skinned buttocks, repeatedly. My eyes not straying from their exchange of his dominance and her obedience as he thrust the long thick wooden toy in her mouth.

My skin flushed hotter.

Gulping as I blinked rapidly but couldn't stop watching the way that the tall lean Asian man, gracefully, ran his hand through her arched back whispering something that made her lips tug in a wolfish grin around the dildo.

Her dark rounded eyes met mine for a brief millisecond, sending me a heady wink that made my nether regions spur to life and dampened my panties.

Willing my legs to move back a little but not fully vacating even after being spotted, my eyes bulged with the realization that it wasn't a normal club. And If the aesthetic didn't express it, then surely, the scantily dressed patrons, the larger private booths and numerous sex toys lining every wall in them, did.

It was a BDSM club.

But what the hell were Nikolai and Vale doing here-

A strong pair of hands jolted me into a dark, tinted red corridor and dread set in my stomach as a warm callous palm muffled my incoming scream of panic. My nails already digging into the assailant's clothes.

"Shh, don't make a sound. We wouldn't want to interrupt their fun where we can have our own, hm?"

Oh, gods.

Exhaling softly, he turned me to face him, his hand slipped from my parted lips. The richness of his sandalwood and peppermint scent mixed with the smell of sex and strong alcohol intoxicated my senses.

My eyes locked on his and my heart welled with what I only describe as coming for a breath of air after being stuck underwater for a long time. Relieving. Refreshing. And lively.

"You came."

His voice smoothly ran through my ears. His hands imitated the movement and glided onto my exposed back making my body hum with satisfaction. The moment was wrecked before I had the chance to greet him. "Bello, I--"

"What. The. Fuck. Are. Wearing." Nikolai growled. Yellowish green eyes ran over every arc, dip and curve of my body leaving a searing trail of fire where they lay for too long.

His arms flung me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing and I for the millionth time cursed trusting Lio's judgment and convincing skills.

Why the heck did I think that wearing a backless turtleneck thigh-high body con was fine when I had, not one but three possessive Hulks as boyfriends?

The fabric stuck to me like gorilla glue and in an uncomfortably, crude, tight way, it made my skin crawl as I felt eyes digging onto my exposed back like sharp daggers. "Nikolai, I-'

"Not a fucking word!" he barked, his deep gravelly voice compelling shivers to run up my back in warning. His shoulder blade dug into my tummy as he hurried down a set of stairs.

"Where are we going?" I emitted meekly.

"What part of 'stop talking' don't you fucking understand." The chillness of his voice forced me to wince.

He was more incensed than he should be and I took the aftermath of my actions knowing that Nikolai's outburst wasn't because of the way I dressed. I mean partially, yes but his anger was already there.

I fueled it and was, gladly, ready to get burnt if it meant that our never-ending fight throughout this week would be put to an end.

"What the-"