Roxana's POV:

I was just snorting a couple of lines near a table at the pool when I saw that Irish was talking to Zayn. Pushing people ruthlessly out of the way, I staggered over to the two of them. How did they know each other now?

“Roxana,” Zayn mused when he saw me “Great party,” he said and nodded at his surroundings. On the deck chair next to him, Flo was currently making out with Tina, a good friend of ours, and he was definitely enjoying the sight of the two scarcely clad women. Tonight was a 'no clothes' party, people were only allowed in their underwear. It was a full-on success, ranging somewhere between teenager rave and orgy.

I smiled mischievously and wrapped my hands around his neck before giving him a lust-filled kiss, playing with his tongue and nibbling on his lip. When I was able to detach myself, I turned to face Irish and smiled warmly at him.

“Irish,” I said while closing the distance and doing the same to him. When we were done, Zayn cleared his throat.

“So, you had Harry, Niall and me. Who's next? Louis?” he said sarcastically and I turned around and looked at him critically.

“Who's Louis? And how do you know Irish?” I asked, wiping some of the leftover powder from my nose.

“Niall and Louis are in the band as well,” Zayn replied and I looked at him with wide eyes before I erupted in laughter. What? Hell, no! I turned to Irish again and slung my hand around his waist.

“Did you know I had sex with Harry when I took you home?” I asked openly. He grinned cheekily before softly nodding his head. I snorted and laughed even more. Zayn looked sinister at first, but lightened up slowly. I took his hand and drew him in against my other side, so that I was sandwiched in between the two boys.

“I have a proposition for you,” I said, adopting my best mysterious look. Irish grinned happily while Zayn cocked up an eyebrow. “Come with me,” I said in a raspy voice, dragging them along by the hands. We left the crazy crowd outside and I led them through the living room and up the stairs, into my wing of the house. Doors were open left and right, and you could see people other enjoying narcotics or fucking like rabbits. There was only one room that wasn't occupied, and that was because everyone knew better than to fuck in my bedroom. I led them in and closed the door behind me. They were standing in front of me, both waiting for what I had to say.

I turned the key slowly before coming to them. I let my hands wander up each of their exposed torsos while I stepped in between them. After playing with their chests, I let my hands drop down to their groins, cupping their already hard dicks. They both moaned and I made them face me. Turning my back towards Irish, he pressed himself into me instantly, starting to trail kisses down my neck while I was eyeing Zayn. He was sceptical, still.

“I want both of you to fuck me. Together,” I finally broke the silence and kept my eye-contact with Zayn. He looked at me without any sort of expression before he turned around and went to my drug table. He shuffled a few things around and returned.

“Niall,” he said in a commanding voice and Irish detached himself from my neck to look at him. Zayn handed him a tiny green pill and he opened up and swallowed willingly. I began to grin. He then proceeded to take one himself before putting the last one on the tip of his tongue. Leaning in, he put the pill into my waiting mouth, kissing the shit out of me in the process. I swallowed it and began moving against Irish, my arousal growing by the second. Zayn's hands cupped my now exposed breasts and I moaned into his kiss while Irish pulled down my panties. Time to play.


Harry's POV:

I finally arrived at the manor and had to look twice at the scene unfolding before me. There were at least 20 cars parked in front of it, and I could hear thumbing bass from inside. A couple was practically having sex on the stairs to the house while a woman just stumbled out of the door, clad in her underwear and some sort of indian headpiece, with the feathers and stuff. I passed by her and let myself in only to be stopped by a guy at the door, wearing only his underwear.

“You know the rules, mate. The clothes have to come off,” he said to me and I swallowed hard before doing so. I wasn't shy of my body, even though this was one strange party. I looked up and at that exact moment, Roxana came down the huge staircase in front of me. I got a hard-on almost immediately.

She was wearing a tiny pair of black lace panties and a matching bra, which I had seen her in before, but tonight, she looked... like trouble. There were two thick black stripes on her cheeks, and she had a headband around her forehead like some lost hippie princess. Leather bands were strapped around both of her arms, ending in a sort of choker necklace around her neck, and she was taking a deep swig from a bottle in her left hand.

When she saw me, she stopped in her tracks, opening her arms wide. She stood there like some sort of fallen angel, her dark and smeared make-up adding to the whole look. Just then, two guys came down the stairs after her and I was shocked to see that they were Zayn and Niall, both marked with red scratches all over their torsos. They stopped dead when they saw me, too.

“Harry,” Roxana's voice made me look at her again. It was deeper than I remembered, and had a dark and seductive tone to it. Zayn and Niall seemed to be under her spell, as they stepped up from behind her, slinging their arms around her body and beginning to kiss every inch of skin they could find. She tilted her chin up when I looked at her, her arms motioning to the wild party around her while my two best friends were caressing her whole body. She looked like the goddess of chaos and seduction.

“Welcome to Neverland.”

Notes

yeah... that was quite intense.

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