Chapter 1: Unseen Desires
Maayan slipped into her sister’s apartment, the familiar scent of lavender and dog fur greeting her as she closed the door behind her. She was there to feed Boss, her sister’s massive, slobbering hound, while her sister was away. Catching her reflection in the entryway mirror, she smirked at her own image—toned, sun-kissed skin, a cascade of black hair, and a chest that turned heads without effort. 'Not bad,' she muttered to herself, adjusting her tight tank top.
A low, guttural sound snapped her out of her vanity. It came from the bedroom down the hall. Her heart quickened, curiosity edging out caution as she crept forward, her sneakers silent on the hardwood. Peering through the cracked door, her breath caught in her throat. There, sprawled across the bed, was Felix—her sister’s ex-husband. Naked. Muscular. Tattooed. His hand moved with deliberate slowness over his massive cock, a deep groan escaping his lips. Maayan’s eyes widened, her pulse hammering. She couldn’t tear herself away from the sight of him, hard and unapologetic, lost in his own pleasure.
‘Holy hell,’ she whispered under her breath, her body betraying her as heat pooled between her thighs. Without realizing it, her hand drifted downward, fingers brushing against the fabric of her shorts. She was married, damn it, but the raw, primal energy of Felix’s movements had her hypnotized. That cock—thick, commanding—made her forget every vow she’d ever made.
Suddenly, a wet, warm lick against her bare thigh jolted her. Boss, the damn dog, had crept up behind her, his tongue dragging over her skin. She bit her lip hard to stifle a gasp, her eyes darting back to Felix, praying he hadn’t heard. Her mind raced. ‘Get a grip, Maayan,’ she hissed to herself, but her body screamed otherwise, already wet, already aching.
Felix’s head tilted slightly, his dark eyes catching a shadow in the doorway. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. ‘Well, damn. Didn’t expect an audience,’ he drawled, his voice rough with lust. He didn’t stop, didn’t cover himself—just kept stroking, his gaze locking with hers. ‘You gonna stand there all day, or you got something to say, Maayan?’
Her cheeks burned, but she straightened, stepping into the room with a confidence she barely felt. ‘Didn’t expect to walk into a fucking live show, Felix,’ she shot back, her voice sharp, dripping with defiance. ‘What the hell are you even doing here?’
He chuckled, low and dangerous, his hand never faltering. ‘Could ask you the same, sweetheart. But I think we both know you’re not here just to feed the mutt.’ His eyes raked over her, lingering on the way her shorts hugged her ass. ‘You’re looking a little... distracted.’
‘Keep dreaming, asshole,’ she snapped, though her voice wavered as she felt the heat of his stare. Her pussy throbbed, betraying her sharp tongue. She crossed her arms, trying to hide the way her nipples strained against her top. ‘I’m not some desperate fling for you to jerk off to.’
‘Oh, I’m not jerking off to you,’ he said, his grin widening as he sat up slightly, his cock still hard, glistening. ‘But if you wanna join, I’m not gonna say no. Bet that pretty mouth of yours has a lot to say... or do.’
Her breath hitched, anger and desire warring inside her. She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. ‘You’ve got some nerve, Felix. I could walk out right now and leave you to your sad little solo act.’
‘Could,’ he agreed, his voice a low growl. ‘But you won’t. I see it in your eyes—you’re fucking horny, Maayan. And I’m right here.’
Her resolve wavered as she stood at the edge of the bed, the air between them electric. She hated him for being right, hated how much she wanted to feel that hard, pulsing heat under her control. Her fingers twitched, itching to reach out, to take what she shouldn’t. And as Felix’s smirk grew, she knew the next move was hers—whether to walk away or dive headfirst into the fire.
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