That first chaotic night in the VIP booth flipped a switch in our brains. The underground nightlife became the lifeblood of our retionship.

  We became hopelessly addicted to the adrenaline. We were bolder, completely uninhibited, and constantly seeking out the thrill of public exposure. We fucked everywhere. In the shadows of the city park, in the empty stairwells of the mall, pressed against the hoods of cars in dark parking lots, and even in the isoted hallways of the campus buildings. The sheer, terrifying risk of being caught by a stranger made the sex feel electric. I barely even had to try anymore; the second I slipped my hand under her shirt in a public space, she was completely soaked.

  The Russian crew didn't judge us. They practically worshipped our chaotic energy.

  When we hit a crowded club on Thursday night, Boris officially appointed himself as our personal lookout. The stoic giant actually became giddy, standing guard with a massive grin while Jessica and I tore at each other's clothes in the back booths. Our wild ck of shame infected the rest of the crew. Nikoy, refusing to be outdone by his "Derro," successfully hooked up with a notoriously unapproachable senior just to level up our group's craziness. Even Andrew dropped his polite housekeeper persona, pulling random girls into the dark corners we had just finished using.

  By the end of the week, the underground campus scene had officially beled our crew the “Draufg?ngers”—the reckless daredevils.

  But our ultimate test happened on Saturday night.

  The Deadline.

  We stood on the freezing sidewalk, staring up at a massive, three-story fraternity mansion. The bass from the speakers was rattling the frosted windows.

  "Alright, brothers and systra! Listen to me. Let’s have a bst tonight, but remember the one golden rule," Nikoy said, his voice dropping into a dead-serious, commanding tone. "We absolutely cannot roam outside the mansion. The campus police are patrolling the perimeter. This is the rule we cannot bypass. We do all of our drinking and all of our activities inside the walls."

  He paused, his serious mask cracking into a wicked, knowing grin as he pointed a thick finger directly at me and Jessica. "But don’t worry! You can go as crazy as you want inside, especially you two Sex Demons!"

  Jessica ughed, leaning into my side. "Don’t worry about us! But remember, I can't drink too much tonight, and I can’t stay long. I have to leave the mansion by 10 PM sharp."

  "Ah!! No fun, systra!" Nikoy groaned dramatically, throwing his head back. "Why?"

  "Because my brother Sean is picking me up at 11 PM at my old dorm," she expined smoothly. "I have to be packed and waiting on the curb."

  "Bah! Fine. I understand. Family always comes first!" Nikoy conceded, cpping me on the shoulder.

  I kept my face neutral, but a heavy knot of disappointment twisted in my stomach. She had broken the news to me that morning: she was going back to the suburbs with Sean to spend Christmas and New Year's with her parents. She wouldn't be coming back to my loft until the Spring semester started in January. It sucked. I hated the idea of spending the holidays without her. But I understood the game we were pying. If her dad found out she was living in a loft with me instead of her dorm, all hell would break loose. I would just have to numb the loneliness by getting wasted with the Russians until she came back.

  We pushed through the heavy oak doors of the mansion.

  It wasn't a dark, neon rave; it was a sprawling, chaotic, cssic frat rager. Red pstic cups littered the floors, students were screaming over beer pong tables, and the air smelled like cheap beer and weed.

  The Draufg?ngers immediately went to work. Nikoy bypassed the casual drinkers and started destroying the frat brothers in high-stakes drinking games. Andrew was already on the makeshift dance floor, aggressively grinding against a group of girls. Boris took one look at the packed, wless mansion, decided we didn't need a bodyguard tonight, and immediately pinned a brunette against the wall in the corner of the living room.

  Jessica stuck to her strict timeline. She carefully nursed two cups of beer, keeping her wits about her. We spent the first hour just dancing in the middle of the crowd and chatting with the students who recognized her. Even though she was technically just my plus-one, her natural, bubbly cheerleader charisma allowed her to command the room effortlessly.

  I stood behind her, my hands resting lightly on her hips as she ughed at a joke someone told.

  I wasn't listening to the conversation. I was staring at the curve of her neck. After a week of non-stop, adrenaline-fueled exhibitionism, my brain was completely rewired. I couldn't just stand here and casually hold a drink. The clock was ticking down to 10 PM. I was going to lose her for weeks. The mere scent of her vanil perfume over the stale beer was enough to violently poke at my lust, driving me absolutely insane. I needed to pull her away from the crowd. I needed to fuck her one st time.

  "Babe, let’s find a dark corner somewhere. Now," I whispered, my voice rough as I pulled Jessica against my chest.

  "Hey, no. I told you, I have to go back to the suburbs with Sean tonight, remember?" she protested, pushing lightly against my chest. "Besides, we’re standing in the middle of your campus’s biggest frat party, babe!"

  "So what?" I slid my hands down to her ass, pulling her hips flush against my crotch. I didn't care about the party. I only cared that the clock was ticking. In thirty minutes, she was going to pack her bags and leave me alone in the city for weeks. "This party is boring. And you don’t have to be bckout drunk to let me fuck you."

  "Babe! No!" She tried to step out of my embrace, but I immediately yanked her back, trapping her against me. "Look at the time! It’s already 9:30! I don’t have time to clean myself up before Sean gets there!"

  I ignored her completely. I was desperate to anchor her to me. I ducked my head, burying my face in her neck and devouring her pale skin, biting gently at her colrbone.

  "Babe—" she gasped, her hands pushing weakly at my shoulders as my free hand boldly explored the curves of her body.

  "Babe… ahn!" Her breath hitched violently. Her logical protests died in her throat. Her body was completely addicted to the adrenaline, and subconsciously, she began to grind her hips back against my growing bulge.

  I slipped my hand under the hem of her dress, finding her completely, effortlessly soaked. I caressed her gently right there in the middle of the crowd. She squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip hard to swallow her loud moans.

  "Fuck, Daeron," she whispered softly, her resistance shattering.

  I spun her around and crashed my lips down onto hers. Her arms immediately flew up, circling my neck and grabbing fistfuls of my hair as we devoured each other.

  I shoved her backward, pinning her spine against the wood-paneled wall of the main living room. Students were walking past us holding red pstic cups, but I was completely blind to them. I quickly unzipped my jeans, freed myself, and grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifting her off the floor.

  "Daeron! Are you fucking cra—"

  I silenced her by thrusting deep inside her in one brutal motion.

  "FUCK!!!" she shrieked, her loud moan echoing over the heavy bass of the speakers.

  I began to pound into her relentlessly. The wet, spping sounds of our bodies were completely shameless. She kissed me aggressively, wrapping her legs tight around my waist and clinging to my neck.

  "Yes!! Right there!! Pound me hard, babe!!" she begged, completely losing her mind. She moaned loudly with every single thrust, entirely uncaring of who was watching us. "YES!! YES!! DON’T STOP!!"

  I thrust faster, my vision blurring as the intense climax built up in my chest.

  Suddenly, a heavy hand gripped the back of my jacket colr and violently yanked me backward.

  Jessica gasped in shock as her feet hit the hardwood floor. I stumbled backward, completely exposed, my adrenaline instantly converting into blind, blinding rage.

  "What the fuck do you think you're doing?! This isn't a fucking orgy!" a frat guy in a polo shirt screamed in my face.

  My martial arts instincts bypassed my conscious brain. I didn't think; I just reacted. I pivoted my hips, threw my weight forward, and punched him squarely in the jaw with everything I had.

  CRACK. The guy’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he dropped to the floor like a sack of concrete.

  Before the surrounding crowd could even process the violence, Boris and Nikoy shoved their way through the circle. When the massive, terrifying, brick-wall frame of Boris stepped in front of me to shield me from the room, my brain completely short-circuited. I didn't run. I didn't apologize.

  I turned right back to Jessica, lifted her legs up against the wall, and went right back to fucking her.

  Boris threw his head back and roared with terrifying ughter. "ANYONE WHO BOTHERS MY BROTHA HERE WILL HAVE A SEVERE PROBLEM WITH ME!" His deep, booming Russian voice rattled the windows of the mansion hall. Nobody moved a muscle.

  Jessica, high on the sheer, unhinged chaos and the threat of violence, became incredibly aroused. The madness made us both ten times hornier. It only took a few more brutal thrusts before we both came incredibly hard, her heavy fluid soaking my pants and the fabric of her dress.