**Chapter 1: Confessions in the Dark**
The dimly lit bar buzzed with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses. Arthur leaned across the scratched wooden table, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and mischief as he fixed his gaze on Victoria. She sat confidently, her posture straight, a smirk playing on her lips as she sipped her martini, the olive bobbing seductively in the glass.
“So, Vik, spill it. Did you ever let Gena take the back door?” Arthur’s voice was a teasing drawl, his eyebrow arched in playful challenge.
Victoria didn’t flinch. She set her glass down with a deliberate clink, her piercing green eyes locking onto his. “Oh, Arty, you’re diving straight for the juicy bits, aren’t you? Yes, I did. But not right away. Took a year of him begging like a puppy before I even considered it.”
Arthur grinned, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And? Don’t leave me hanging. I know how wild you get when you’ve had a few.”
She laughed, a throaty, confident sound that turned heads at nearby tables. “Oh, you have no idea. That night, I’d stumbled home from a party, tipsy as hell and hornier than a cat in heat. I called Gena, and he was at my door in twenty minutes flat. I barely had time to kick off my heels before he was on me.”
Arthur’s eyes widened, a wicked smirk spreading across his face. “Damn, girl. Paint me the picture. I’m all ears.”
Victoria leaned back, crossing her legs with a slow, deliberate motion, her skirt riding up just enough to hint at the lace beneath. “Picture this, Arty. We didn’t even make it past the hallway. He was tearing at my dress like a starved animal, buttons popping, fabric ripping. I dropped to my knees right there, his belt buckle clinking as I freed him. I took him in my mouth, and let me tell you, I wasn’t gentle. I wanted him hard, and I got what I wanted.”
Arthur shifted in his seat, clearly affected, but he kept up the banter. “You’re a goddamn tease, Vik. Did you at least make it to the bedroom, or did you just fuck right there on the floor?”
She smirked, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger. “Oh, we made it to the bedroom, eventually. But not before I had him panting like a dog. Once we got there, it was a marathon. An hour, maybe more. He had me every which way—on my back, riding him, against the wall. I came so hard I saw stars, more than once. The man knew how to work it.”
Arthur swallowed, his voice a little huskier now. “And the grand finale? Don’t tell me you left him hanging after all that buildup.”
Victoria’s smile turned sly, her eyes glinting with a dangerous edge. “Patience, Arty. We’re getting there. He had me on all fours, pounding into my pussy like there was no tomorrow. I was dripping, sweating, completely lost in it. Then, he slipped a finger into my ass, and fuck, it felt... different. Good different. I didn’t stop him. Next thing I know, he’s grabbing some baby cream from the nightstand, slicking himself up, and I’m bracing myself. He went slow, thank God, but it still stung like hell. I was clawing at the sheets, half-moaning, half-growling. But I didn’t tell him to stop. I wanted it just as bad as he did.”
Arthur let out a low whistle, his grin wide. “You’re a fucking warrior, Vik. Most would’ve tapped out. So, what now? You gonna give me a play-by-play of the rest, or do I have to beg like Gena did?”
She laughed, picking up her martini again, her lips curling around the rim of the glass. “Oh, Arty, I don’t make anyone beg. Stick around, and I might just show you how it’s done.”
The air between them crackled with tension, the promise of something raw and untamed hanging heavy. Victoria’s gaze didn’t waver, her confidence a challenge, an invitation. And as the bar’s lights dimmed further, the night was only just beginning.
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