#hutao03 Pulse of the Night

Chloe Bennett stepped out of a taxi, the vibrant n//eon lights of Hollywood, Los Angeles, casting a glow on her fiery red hair tied high, highlighting her turquoise eyes and a confident, slightly rebellious smile. At 26, Chloe, an ambitious DJ from Seattle, had come to L.A. to perform at Club Vortex, the city’s most prestigious nightclub, where EDM stars shone. After a fleeting romance with a player in Seattle, she resolved to focus on her career, and Los Angeles, with its pulsating nightlife and booming electronic music scene, was the ideal place to conquer.

She pulled her suitcase through the bustling street, n//eon signs from clubs and bars illuminating her face. “Chloe Bennett, this is your stage,” she muttered, inhaling the night’s mix of c//ocktails and c//igarette sm//oke. “Don’t let some jerk distract you!” She paused before a taco stand, the scent of gr//illed m//eat making her grin. She snapped a photo of the street, texting her best friend in Seattle: “L.A.’s like a movie, but I’m kinda nervous… Vortex isn’t a small gig.”

At her boutique hotel in West Hollywood, Chloe opened her laptop, heart p//ounding as she read an email from Club Vortex’s manager. She was invited to a private soundcheck at Lucas Knight’s penthouse, a 33-year-old billionaire nightclub mogul, renowned for his cold charisma and ability to turn any club into a hotspot. But articles dubbed him the “dream destroyer” for firing DJs who didn’t meet his standards. Chloe googled him, and images appeared: tousled black hair, steel-gray eyes, a smug half-smile exuding arrogance. “Lucas Knight, huh? Looks like he’d t//ear me ap//art,” she muttered, but her heart raced, a strange sensation stirring.

The next evening, at the Hollywood Hills penthouse, the space dazzled with floor-to-ceiling glass and color-shifting n//eon lights. In a fitted red dress, Chloe strode in confidently, eyes scanning the crowd of DJs, producers, and club staff. Then she saw him—Lucas Knight, near the bar, gray suit hugging his muscular frame, aura both commanding and enigmatic. As she approached, he turned, his gray eyes pi//ercing, making her heart skip.

“Lucas Knight, I’m Chloe Bennett, DJ from Seattle,” she said, voice steady, flashing a confident smile. “I’m here for the Vortex soundcheck. You’re the owner, right?” She cut to the chase, eyes ch//allenging.

Lucas raised a brow, lips curling into a s//ardonic smile. “Miss Bennett, you’re bold,” he said, voice low, s//eductive as a slow EDM track. “But Vortex isn’t for rookies. If your set doesn’t s//izzle, I won’t keep you.” He turned to leave, but Chloe grabbed his arm, unflinching.

“I don’t need you to go easy, Knight,” she declared, eyes bl//azing. “But if you miss my talent, you’ll r//egret it.” Lucas glanced at her hand, then met her gaze, his gray eyes a fl//ame of i//ce, dangerous and all//uring. Suddenly, a surge from the penthouse’s n//eon lighting system flared, pulling them into an int//imate moment they couldn’t resist.

Under the penthouse’s shifting n//eon glow, Lucas pulled Chloe behind a velvet curtain into a secluded corner, his gray eyes like i//cy fl//ames, b//urning with a gentle yet commanding d//esire. “Chloe,” he wh//ispered, voice low, s//eductive as an EDM beat, “you’ve no idea who you’ve challenged.” Chloe trembled, her back against the curtain, heart p//ounding. “L-Lucas… what are you doing?” she asked, voice quivering, but her b//ody leaned toward him, as if hypn//otized by his gaze.

He leaned in, l//ips hovering near hers, his h//ot br//eath grazing her skin. “You’re a fl//ame, Chloe,” he murmured, then k//issed her, a slow, poss//essive k//iss, as if marking her soul. His t//ongue brushed her l//ips, teasing gently, drawing a soft m//oan that echoed in the hidden space. Her hands clutched his suit, fingers trembling, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. “Mmm… Lucas… st//op…” she wh//ispered, but her voice faltered, heart racing from his t//ouch.

He pulled back, eyes gl//eaming, his hand brushing her cheek, thumb tracing her lower l//ip, sending sh//ivers through her. “St//op? You don’t want that, Chloe,” he said, voice s//ultry, commanding. His hand slid to her n//eck, grazing her coll//arbone, pausing at the c//urve of her ch//est, not venturing further but enough to make her b//ody b//urn, br//eath quickening. “You… we… shouldn’t…” she st//ammered, face flushing, but her eyes were drawn to him, as if bew//itched by n//eon light.

Lucas leaned closer, k//issing her n//eck, l//ips gliding over her skin, leaving trails of h//eat. “You’re my f//ire, Chloe,” he wh//ispered, voice a sp//ell, making her m//oan softly, b//ody melting in his arms. He k//issed her earlobe, t//ongue flicking lightly, making her arch, a jolt of el//ectricity coursing through her. “Lucas… don’t…” she g//asped, but her hands gripped his shoulders, as if begging him to continue. He chuckled softly, pulling away, eyes tw//inkling. “This is just the start, Chloe. You’ll soon be mine.” He stepped back, leaving her flushed, heart p//ounding, b//ody tr//embling from his t//ouch.

Under the studio’s vibrant n//eon glow, Lucas Knight pressed Chloe Bennett against a graffiti-covered wall, his gray eyes like i//cy fl//ames, bl//azing with fi//erce d//esire, as if the n//eon amplified their cr//aving. “Chloe,” he gr//owled, voice h//usky, s//ultry as an EDM track, “you’ve challenged me, and now, you’ll feel the cons//equences.” Chloe trembled, her back against the wall, heart p//ounding as if it would sh//atter. “L-Lucas… what are you doing? This… isn’t me!” she cried, voice p//anicked, but her b//ody betrayed her, b//urning like a f//urnace, her s//ensitive ar//ea drenched, ach//ing for his t//ouch with a p//ainful intensity.

He smirked, l//ips crashing onto hers, a fer//ocious k//iss, as if to dev//our her soul. His t//ongue plunged in, tangling with hers, s//ucking hard, draining her br//eath, drawing loud m//oans that echoed in the studio. Her hands clutched his shirt, nails t//earing fabric, leaving red scr//atches on his shoulders. “Mmm… Lucas… st//op… st//op…” she p//anted, but her ch//est pressed against his ch//est, n//ipples hardening through her red dress, prompting a pr//imal gr//owl, raw and be//astly.

He pulled back, eyes abl//aze, Adam’s apple bobbing. “St//op? Chloe, you’ve set me abl//aze, and I cannot resist,” he wh//ispered, voice s//ultry, ripping her dress’s zipper, letting it pool at her feet, revealing a black lace bra cradling her full, he//aving ch//est. He swallowed hard, his h//ard mem//ber straining p//ainfully against his trousers, brushing her th//igh, massive and s//earing. “You sh//ine like n//eon, Chloe,” he murmured, hands kne//ading her ch//est, thumbs p//inching her n//ipples through the lace until they stood er//ect, pink as radiant g//ems. Chloe arched, a jolt of el//ectricity surging through her, her p//anties soaked, fl//uids glistening under the n//eon light. “A… ah… you… it’s too much…” she g//asped, nails digging deeper, leaving red w//elts.

He grinned lasc//iviously, yanking her bra down, exposing her petite, pink n//ipples, beckoning him. He latched onto one, s//ucking hard, t//ongue swirling, n//ibbling lightly, while his other hand sq//ueezed her ch//est, kne//ading until Chloe scr//eamed, b//ody melting in ec//stasy, t//ears of pl//easure streaming. “A… a… Lucas… I’m… gonna d//ie… it’s too good…” She clutched his head, fingers tangling in his thick black hair, pulling him closer, t//ears rolling down her cheeks.

He looked up, l//ips glistening, a w//icked smirk spreading. “Too good? I’ll make you mine alone, Chloe, as n//eon belongs to the night,” he gr//owled, t//earing her p//anties, revealing her pink, s//opping s//ensitive ar//ea, p//ulsing like a blooming flower, b//egging to be filled. He knelt, k//issing her inner th//ighs, t//ongue tracing soft skin, leaving w//et trails. He latched onto her s//ensitive ar//ea, s//ucking fiercely, t//ongue plunging deep, l//apping from inside out, as if savoring a divine del//icacy. Chloe arched, scr//eaming, legs qu//aking violently, fl//uids g//ushing, soaking the studio floor, pooling beneath her. “A… a… Lucas… I… too good… I’m done…” She gripped his head, b//ody taut, hitting her first cl//imax, mind sp//inning like a n//eon whirl.

He didn’t stop, t//ongue delving deeper, s//ucking harder, making Chloe scr//eamed again, b//ody convulsing, fl//uids streaming, soaking his chin. “A… you… I… I can’t take it…” she ch//oked, b//ody arching, hitting her second cl//imax, t//ears streaming, b//ody nearly spent. He stood, unbuckling his belt, revealing a massive, r//ock-hard mem//ber, tip red and glistening, aimed at her like a declaration of poss//ession. Chloe flushed, looking away, heart racing. “You… too fast…” she st//ammered, but he pulled her close, letting her feel his st//eel-hard length.

“Feel it, Chloe? This is our f//ire,” he gr//owled, k//issing her, t//ongue entwining fiercely yet lovingly. His hand slid down, three fingers plunging into her s//oaked s//ensitive ar//ea, thr//usting fast, thumb r//ubbing her s//ensitive sp//ot, drawing relentless m//oans, fl//uids streaming, soaking his hand. “A… you… I… I need you… now…” she wh//ispered, eyes glazed with d//esire, b//ody trembling, pl//eading to be filled.

He smirked, lifting her onto a wooden table in the studio, spreading her legs, her w//et, pink s//ensitive ar//ea p//ulsing invitingly. “You’re mine, Chloe, as n//eon belongs to the night,” he gr//owled, his tip brushing her ent//rance, making her m//oan and arch. He pushed slowly, filling her inch by inch, until she scr//eamed, “A… you… so deep… I’m… gonna d//ie…” Her b//ody shook violently, fl//uids g//ushing, soaking the table, the sound of fl//esh sl//apping echoing. He moved, thr//usting fast and deep, each stroke hitting her core, making her m//oan incessantly, b//ody arching, ch//est bouncing, h//ips quivering with each impact. “A… a… Lucas… faster… I… can’t take it…” she scr//eamed, t//ears of pl//easure streaming, nails cl//awing the wood.

He gr//owled, switching positions, standing her up, pressing her against the wall, lifting one leg, thr//usting deeper, hands sq//ueezing her ch//est, p//inching her n//ipples, making her arch, hitting her third cl//imax, fl//uids fl//ooding, dr//enching them both. “Chloe, are you l//ost in it?” he rasped, eyes bl//azing. “So good… I’m d//ying… I l//ove you…” she ch//oked, voice breaking, b//ody taut. He switched to a r//iding position, seating her on him, his mem//ber thr//usting up, filling her completely. She b//ounced, ch//est jiggling, h//ips sl//apping his th//ighs, fl//esh sounds echoing, fl//uids g//ushing, soaking them. “A… a… Lucas… I… too good…” she scr//eamed, hitting her fourth cl//imax, t//ears streaming. He gr//owled, thr//usting up hard, reaching his peak with her, h//ot fl//uids mingling, dr//enching their skin, the table, the floor. He held her tight, k//issing her l//ips, p//anting. “Chloe, I want you, forever.”

But a text from Vanessa hit Chloe’s phone: “You won’t last at Vortex, Bennett.” Chloe jolted, reason returning, realizing the game had just begun.

Chloe adjusted her dress, face flushed, struggling to regain composure. “Lucas, that… we lost c//ontrol, didn’t we?” she asked, voice trembling, eyes wary. He stepped closer, gray eyes still sc//orching. “Lost c//ontrol? Chloe, that was the real f//ire between us,” he said, brushing her cheek. She stepped back, heart racing. “Don’t… we need to talk about Vortex, not… this!”

Lucas chuckled, softening. “Stubborn, I like it. Vortex is your chance to shine, but Vanessa Pierce will do anything to ruin you. I can help, but you must trust me.” Chloe tilted her chin, def//iant. “I don’t need saving, Lucas. But if you want to work together, be honest.”

They discussed the event, and Chloe was surprised by Lucas’s creativity. He proposed an EDM festival at Vortex, blending n//eon and graffiti, but she noticed he kept his distance, eyes occasionally distant, hiding something. When she asked about Vanessa, he cut her off: “Don’t dig into my past, Chloe. Focus on the music.” She nodded, but resolved to uncover the truth.

The next day, Chloe began practicing at Club Vortex, the space pulsing with n//eon and bass. She received a text from another DJ, warning that Vanessa was colluding with a rival sponsor to seize Vortex. Chloe texted Lucas: “Vanessa’s playing dirty. We need to meet.” He replied: “You’re quick. Tonight, Downtown rooftop bar. Don’t let Vanessa know.”

At the rooftop bar, L.A.’s n//eon lights tw//inkled, Lucas seated in a corner, gray eyes scanning her as she entered. “Vanessa’s a threat, but I have a plan,” he said, voice low. “Stay with me, Chloe, and I’ll ensure you win.” Chloe smirked, eyes ch//allenging. “I don’t need guarantees, Lucas. But I’ll work with you, if you’re honest.” He looked at her, eyes sh//immering, as if seeing a new fl//ame. “You make me want to be honest, Chloe,” he wh//ispered, his hand brushing hers, making her heart race.