Chapter 1: The Sting of Want
Lila leaned against the bar, her crimson dress hugging every curve of her athletic frame, a predator’s smirk playing on her lips. She was a vision of raw power, her dark eyes scanning the room like a hawk. I, Ethan, stood a few feet away, nursing a cheap beer, my heart thumping louder than the bass of the club’s music. I’d been obsessed with her since high school—her sharp tongue, her unapologetic confidence. But I was the skinny guy with a stammer and, well, let’s just say nature hadn’t been generous below the belt. Tonight, though, I’d worked up the courage to talk to her.
‘Hey, Lila,’ I managed, my voice barely audible over the crowd. ‘You look... incredible.’
She turned, her gaze slicing through me like a blade. ‘Ethan, right? The quiet one who always stared too long.’ Her tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it, a challenge. ‘What’s your deal tonight? Finally gonna say something worth hearing?’
I swallowed hard, my palms sweating. ‘I just... I’ve always thought you were amazing. I wanted to, uh, get to know you better.’
Lila laughed, a sound that was both cruel and intoxicating. ‘Oh, sweetie, you’re adorable. But let’s be real—do you think you’ve got what it takes to keep up with me?’ She stepped closer, her perfume a dizzying mix of spice and heat, her body inches from mine. ‘I play rough, Ethan. Real rough.’
Before I could stammer a response, a shadow loomed behind her. A guy—tall, built like a damn linebacker, with a smirk that screamed trouble—slid his hand around Lila’s waist. ‘This the kid you were telling me about, babe?’ he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. ‘The one with the puppy-dog eyes?’
Lila didn’t pull away from his touch. Instead, she leaned into it, her eyes never leaving mine. ‘Yeah, Jace. This is Ethan. He’s got a little crush. Isn’t that cute?’
My face burned, humiliation and desire twisting in my gut. ‘I—I didn’t mean to—’
‘Relax, kid,’ Jace cut in, his grin widening. ‘We’re just messin’ with ya. But let me give you a tip: Lila here? She needs a man who can handle her. Someone with... let’s say, the right equipment.’ He chuckled, and Lila’s smirk grew sharper, her hand trailing down Jace’s chest.
‘Don’t be mean, Jace,’ she purred, though her tone was anything but kind. ‘Ethan’s got heart. But heart doesn’t fuck, does it?’ Her words hit like a punch, and yet, I couldn’t look away as she turned to Jace, her lips brushing his ear. ‘Why don’t we show him what he’s missing?’
My breath hitched as they moved toward the back of the club, Lila’s hips swaying with purpose, Jace’s hand firm on her ass. I shouldn’t have followed. I knew it. But my feet moved anyway, drawn by some sick mix of pain and longing. Through a dimly lit hallway, I caught sight of them slipping into a private room. The door was cracked just enough for me to see—and hear.
Lila’s voice was low, commanding. ‘Get that cock out, Jace. I’m already wet thinking about how hard you’re gonna fuck me.’ Her words sent a jolt through me, my own pathetic arousal straining against my jeans despite the shame. I peeked through the gap, watching as Jace obeyed, his size making my inadequacy sting even more. Lila’s eyes gleamed with hunger, her fingers tracing his length. ‘That’s it. I want you dripping for me before I ride you.’
I stood frozen, panting, my mind a mess of jealousy and raw, horny need. Lila’s gaze flicked toward the door for a split second, and I swore she saw me. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she sank to her knees, ready to give Jace the kind of blowjob I’d only ever dreamed of. My heart raced, knowing I was about to witness something explosive—and utterly devastating.
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