The club closed at 3 a.m. sharp. Diana locked the front door, flipped the neon “OPEN” sign to off, and stepped into the alley. Cool night air hit her flushed skin. Marco’s black SUV idled at the far end—tinted windows, engine purring low like it was waiting just for her.
She walked over, heels clicking on cracked concrete. The back door opened before she reached it. Rafe’s hand shot out, pulled her inside. She slid onto the leather seat between him and Nico. The door shut with a solid thunk. Marco didn’t look back—just pulled away from the curb smooth and quiet.
No words.
Rafe moved first. Hands on her hips, yanking her across his lap so she straddled him facing forward. Her skirt bunched at her waist in seconds. He unzipped fast, freed his c**k—already hard, thick, ready. Diana didn’t
