Forbidden Heat

Chapter 1: Confessions in the Dark

The dimly lit bar was a haze of cigarette smoke and whispered secrets, the kind of place where truths slipped out like spilled whiskey. Arthur leaned across the sticky table, his sharp green eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and something darker. 'So, Vika, did you ever let Gena take you... you know, the back way?' His voice was low, teasing, a challenge wrapped in velvet.

Vika, all fire and sharp edges, smirked, her crimson lips curling with a dangerous edge. 'Oh, Artik, you’re fishing for dirty little details, aren’t you? Yes, I did. But not right away. Took a year of him begging to fuck my ass before I even considered it.' She took a slow sip of her vodka tonic, letting the burn settle in her throat, her gaze never wavering. 'You know how I get when I’m craving it, don’t you? Insatiable. Fucking ravenous.'

Arthur’s jaw tightened, his fingers gripping his glass a little harder. 'Tell me. I want to hear every damn word.'

She laughed, a throaty, wicked sound that sent a shiver down his spine. 'Fine. It was one of those nights. I’d been at a party, a little drunk, a lot horny. Stumbled home, my pussy already wet just thinking about getting fucked. I called Gena, told him to get his ass over. He didn’t waste a second. The moment he walked through the door, he was on me, tearing at my dress like a goddamn animal. I didn’t even make it past the hallway before I was on my knees, his cock hard as steel in my mouth, my lips stretched wide, sucking him like I was starving for it.'

Arthur shifted in his seat, his breath hitching. 'Fuck, Vika. You’ve got a mouth on you—literally and figuratively.'

She grinned, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. 'You have no idea. We made it to the bedroom eventually, barely. He threw me down, fucked me raw for an hour straight, every position you can imagine. I came so hard I saw stars, dripping all over the sheets, panting like a bitch in heat. Then, he flipped me onto all fours, pounded my pussy until I was screaming, and... well, let’s just say he got curious. Slipped a finger into my tight little ass while he was still inside me. And fuck, Artik, I liked it. More than I thought I would.'

His eyes darkened, a hungry edge to his stare. 'And you let him? Just like that?'

'Not just like that,' she shot back, her tone biting. 'I’m not some submissive little doll. I made him work for it. He grabbed some baby cream, slicked up my ass and his cock, and took his sweet time. It hurt like hell at first—I was clawing at the bed, howling, but I didn’t tell him to stop. I wanted it. I wanted to feel every inch of him claiming me.'

The air between them crackled, heavy with unspoken desire. Arthur’s voice was rough, barely controlled. 'You’re killing me, Vika. I can’t sit here listening to this and not—'

'Not what?' she interrupted, her eyes flashing with challenge as she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. 'Not imagine yourself in his place? Don’t pretend you’re not hard as fuck right now.'

His hand twitched, and she knew she had him. The bar faded away, the noise, the smoke, all of it irrelevant as the tension built to a breaking point. She stood, her curves a weapon as she sauntered toward the back, tossing a look over her shoulder. 'Come on, Artik. Let’s see if you can keep up.'

He followed, helpless to resist, knowing that whatever happened next would be explosive, raw, and utterly unforgettable.