Chapter 1: Unseen Sparks
I’ve always had a sharp eye for beauty, and Damien was a goddamn masterpiece. Six feet of sculpted muscle, dark hair that begged to be tugged, and eyes like a storm ready to break. I’d been fantasizing about him since the day my brother, Ethan, brought him home as his new 'best friend.' But I never thought I’d catch them in a position that would shatter my world—and ignite a fire I couldn’t extinguish.
I’m Lila, and I don’t play second fiddle to anyone. I’m the kind of woman who takes what she wants, whether it’s a corner office or a man’s undivided attention. So when I walked into Ethan’s apartment unannounced, the last thing I expected was to hear low, guttural moans echoing from the bedroom. My heart raced—not from shock, but from a twisted kind of curiosity.
I crept closer, the hardwood cool under my bare feet, and peeked through the cracked door. There they were: Damien, shirtless and sweating, his hard body pressed against Ethan’s. My brother’s hands gripped Damien’s shoulders, their rhythm raw and unapologetic. I should’ve turned away, but I couldn’t. My breath hitched as I watched Damien’s cock disappear into Ethan, the sheer power of it making my thighs clench. I was wet before I could even process the betrayal.
‘Fuck, you’re tight,’ Damien growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
Ethan chuckled, breathless. ‘You say that every time, man. Keep going, don’t stop.’
I bit my lip, my fingers itching to slip under my skirt. I hated how much I wanted to be in Ethan’s place, to feel Damien’s hard length driving into me. But I’m not the type to pine silently. If Damien was playing both sides of the fence, I’d make damn sure he knew I was an option.
I pushed the door open just enough to make it creak, and their heads snapped toward me. Damien’s stormy eyes locked on mine, a smirk curling his lips as he slowed his thrusts but didn’t stop. Cocky bastard.
‘Well, well, Lila,’ he drawled, his voice dripping with challenge. ‘Enjoying the show?’
Ethan scrambled to cover himself, his face flushed with embarrassment. ‘Lila, what the hell—get out!’
I crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe, my gaze never leaving Damien. ‘Oh, I’m not going anywhere, little brother. Seems like Damien here has enough to share. Don’t you, stud?’
Damien’s smirk widened, and he pulled out of Ethan with a slow, deliberate motion, his cock still hard and glistening. My pussy throbbed at the sight, and I didn’t bother hiding it. ‘I’m a generous man,’ he said, stepping closer, his heat radiating toward me. ‘But I don’t think you could handle me, sweetheart.’
I laughed, sharp and biting, closing the distance between us. ‘Try me, asshole. I’ve broken bigger egos than yours.’
His hand shot out, gripping my waist, pulling me against his bare chest. I could feel his hardness pressing into my hip, and I was already dripping for him. ‘Careful what you wish for,’ he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. ‘I don’t play nice.’
‘Good,’ I shot back, my nails digging into his shoulders. ‘Neither do I.’
Ethan’s voice cut through, shaky but furious. ‘Lila, stop this shit right now!’
But I didn’t look at him. My eyes were on Damien, and his were on me, a silent agreement passing between us. This wasn’t about Ethan anymore. This was war—and I was ready to claim my prize.
His lips crashed into mine, hungry and relentless, and I matched his fire, my hands roaming over his ass, pulling him closer. I could feel the tension building, the promise of something explosive. We were panting already, and I knew this was just the beginning. Whatever came next, I’d make sure it was on my terms.
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