Forbidden Feast

**Chapter 1: The Unspoken Hunger**

The air in my apartment was thick with tension, a humid haze that clung to the skin like a lover’s desperate touch. Brooke, my sky sister’s best friend, had been crashing on my couch for three days now, her presence a storm I couldn’t escape. She was a force of nature—tall, fierce, with curves that could stop traffic and eyes that dared you to look away. But it wasn’t just her looks that had me on edge. It was her… problem. A stomach issue that turned my bathroom into a war zone, clogging the toilet with a vengeance that no plunger could defeat.

I was in the kitchen, scrubbing dishes with a fury that matched my frustration, when Brooke sauntered in, her silk robe barely tied, revealing a glimpse of thigh that made my breath hitch. She leaned against the counter, her smirk sharp enough to cut glass.

'Plumbing’s still fucked, huh?' she drawled, her voice low and teasing. 'Guess I’m a walking disaster, aren’t I, Jace?'

I shot her a glare, my hands still soapy. 'You’re a goddamn hurricane, Brooke. I’ve got half a mind to charge you for the damages.'

She laughed, a throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to my core. 'Oh, come on. You love having me around. I see the way you stare when you think I’m not looking.' She stepped closer, her scent—wild and intoxicating—wrapping around me like a vice. 'Bet you’d do anything to keep me here, wouldn’t you?'

I swallowed hard, my jaw tightening. 'Don’t play games, Brooke. I’m not in the mood.'

Her eyes gleamed with mischief, and she tilted her head, her robe slipping just enough to show the edge of her cleavage. 'Oh, I’m not playing. I’ve got a… proposition. Since the toilet’s out of commission, I need a little… help. And I think you’re just the man for the job.'

My heart thudded, a mix of dread and something darker, hotter, stirring in my gut. 'What the hell are you talking about?'

She stepped even closer, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, 'I need relief, Jace. And I want you to take it all. Every. Last. Bit.' Her hand brushed against my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. 'Don’t pretend you’re not curious. I can see it in your eyes—you’re already imagining it.'

I pulled back, my voice rough. 'You’re insane. I’m not some fucking cleanup crew.'

Brooke’s grin was feral, her gaze pinning me in place. 'Oh, but you want to be. You want to get down and dirty with me, don’t you? I’m not asking for a favor—I’m demanding it. And trust me, I make demands worth meeting.' She reached out, her fingers grazing my jaw, her touch electric. 'Say yes, Jace. Let’s see how far you’re willing to go.'

My pulse raced, my body betraying me as heat pooled low in my stomach. I was caught in her web, her strength and audacity pulling me under. The kitchen felt smaller, the air charged with a raw, primal energy. She was no damsel—she was a queen, and I was on the verge of kneeling.

Her robe fell open just a fraction more as she pressed against me, her voice a seductive purr. 'I’m waiting, Jace. Don’t make me beg—because I won’t. I’ll just take what I want.'

And in that moment, as her lips hovered inches from mine, I knew I was about to dive into a forbidden feast—one that would leave us both sweating, panting, and craving more. Her hand slid down my chest, and I felt myself growing hard under her touch, the promise of her dripping heat pulling me closer to the edge of something explosive.