Chapter One
Matteo
Thenightclub'safuckingwarzone of sound and sin, lights strobe like gunfire, bass pounding like a heartbeat that’s about to flatline.Smoke coils through the air, thick as secrets, laced with sweat, sex, and the sting of cheap liquor.
I couldn’t give a single shit about the bodies writhing out there on the dancefloor, they’re noise, static, nothing.
I’m not here to dance.I’m not here to feel.
I’m here to forget.
To fuck.
To bleed the poison out, one thrust at a time.
She’s got her back against the wall in the back room, legs parted like a prayer I’ll never say.Her breath catches, a gasp sliced open by the way I drive into her.
It’s hard, desperate, like this is the only goddamn thing keeping me from falling apart.
My cock buried deep, her moan catching fire in her throat, I chase oblivion in the slick heat of her, every stroke a fuck-you to the past and everything I swore I’d never become.
The desperation in her eyes tells me she’s starving, ravenous for more.She clings to me like I’m the last fix she’ll ever get.
She doesn’t know my name.
I don’t know hers.
We’re ghosts to each other, and that’s the point.Names come with strings, with expectations.
I’m not here for any of that shit.I’m here to fuck the rage out of me.
To shove the weight of my life into someone else’s skin, just long enough to breathe again.To forget.To break apart and not have to put the pieces back together.
She’s a body.
Warm.
Wet.
Willing.
That’s it.That’s all.
She moans like I’m salvation, but I’m not.I’m the storm she’s letting wreck her for a night, and when it’s done, we’ll both disappear into the smoke.As if it never happened.
Because that’s what this is.A fuck.A release.
Not a beginning.Just another end.
I slam into her, harder this time.
The brick grates against her back, but she doesn’t complain.She just moans like this means something.
I grit my teeth.
She doesn’t get it.
This isn’t about her.
