Chapter 1: The Weekend Temptation
Melisa opened the door to her sleek, modern apartment, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of irritation and undeniable allure as Dalibor stepped inside. The air was thick with unspoken tension, a dangerous game they’d played before. She crossed her arms, her curves accentuated by the tight black tank top she wore, and tilted her head with a smirk.
“So, Marina says I’m on babysitting duty again,” she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What’s a grown man like you need watching for, Dalibor? Can’t keep that wandering cock of yours in check?”
Dalibor’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his gaze raking over her with unapologetic hunger. “Oh, Melisa, you know I’m trouble. But you’re the one who keeps letting me in. Maybe you like playing the strict nanny a little too much.”
She rolled her eyes, but the heat in her cheeks betrayed her. “Keep dreaming, kid. I’m just doing Marina a favor. Don’t get any ideas.”
“Too late for that,” he shot back, stepping closer, his voice lowering to a husky growl. “I’ve got plenty of ideas, and they all start with you.”
Before she could fire off another sharp retort, Dalibor’s hands were on her, strong and insistent, pulling her against him. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, her fingers curled into his shirt, her nails digging into his chest as he maneuvered her backward, pinning her against the wall with a thud. The heat of his body pressed into hers, and she could feel him—hard, unyielding, and far too eager.
“You’re playing with fire, Dalibor,” she warned, her voice a sultry challenge even as her body arched into his touch. “I’m not some toy you can just pick up and play with.”
“Then why are you already so wet for me?” he teased, his hand sliding down to grip her hip, his fingers brushing the edge of her shorts. “Don’t act like you don’t want this as bad as I do.”
Melisa’s eyes narrowed, but the smirk on her lips was pure defiance. “You think you’ve got me figured out? Keep talking, pretty boy. Let’s see if you can back it up.”
With a low growl, Dalibor’s restraint snapped. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom. Their mouths crashed together, a battle of tongues and teeth, neither willing to yield. She bit his lip, hard enough to draw a grunt from him, and he retaliated by gripping her ass with bruising force, the kind of touch that promised more.
“You’re a fucking menace,” she gasped as he dropped her onto the bed, his body covering hers in an instant. Her hands roamed his back, pulling at his shirt with impatient need. “If Marina hears us, I swear—”
“Let her hear,” he interrupted, his voice rough with lust as he tugged her shorts down, exposing the lace of her panties. “I want her to know I’ve got you panting for me.”
Melisa’s laugh was sharp, cutting through the haze of desire. “Cocky bastard. You better make this worth the trouble.”
His eyes darkened, and with a swift motion, he freed himself, his cock hard and ready as he positioned himself between her thighs. The tip brushed against her, teasing her dripping heat through the thin fabric, and she couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, a silent demand for more.
“Say it,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
Her gaze locked with his, fierce and unyielding. “Do it, Dalibor. Stop talking and fuck me before I change my mind.”
That was all the permission he needed. With a growl, he tore the lace aside, the fabric ripping under his urgency, and positioned himself at her entrance. The anticipation hung heavy between them, her body tense and ready, his muscles taut with barely restrained need. As he pushed forward, the world narrowed to the heat of their connection, the promise of raw, explosive pleasure just a thrust away…
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