**"The Mansion of Desires"**

The property's iron gate opened with a theatrical creak, revealing the imposing modern-style house that Kris had "acquired" from the last unmarried heiress of the Whitmore family. Naked girls crowded the second-floor windows, giggling as they tossed expensive clothes off the balcony. The heiress in question? Now squatting on the kitchen marble, licking the orange juice spilled between the redhead's breasts.

"You kidnapped a socialite," murmured the brunette, grazing her teeth against Kris's neck.

He grabbed her hair, pulling her back.

"*Persuaded*. She wanted it."

And she really did. The heiress moaned "yes" before he even finished the sentence.

The doorbell rang.

"Ah, great," Kris smiled, stroking the nape of the woman's neck. "Your wife has arrived."

The door opened.

Three women in impeccable suits stopped in the doorway, gazing at the sea of ​​skin, sweat, and smiles.

"Come in," Kris ordered, without raising her voice.

The suits fell before they even crossed the threshold.

Now there were nine.

And the night had barely begun.