Chapter 1: The Spark of Sin
I’d always known Mia, my girlfriend’s younger sister, was trouble. At twenty-two, she had a sharp tongue and a body that could stop traffic—curves in all the right places and a devilish glint in her hazel eyes that screamed mischief. She was staying with us for the summer, and every damn day was a test of my willpower. The way her tight shorts hugged her ass as she strutted around the apartment, or how she’d ‘accidentally’ brush against me in the kitchen, her firm breasts pressing into my arm—it was torture.
‘Jake, you’re staring again,’ Mia teased one humid afternoon, catching me as I lingered by the fridge, a cold beer in hand. She was sprawled on the couch, a tiny tank top barely containing her, her legs crossed in a way that made my blood run hot.
‘And you’re practically begging for attention, prancing around like that,’ I shot back, keeping my tone cool despite the heat building in my chest. I wasn’t about to let her know how much she got under my skin.
She smirked, sitting up and leaning forward, giving me a view that made my throat go dry. ‘Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you don’t like the show. I see the way you look at me when Sarah’s not around. Hungry. Like you’re dying to take a bite.’
I took a long swig of my beer, trying to drown the fire she was stoking. ‘You’re playing a dangerous game, Mia. Sarah’s your sister. I’m off-limits.’
‘Limits are boring,’ she purred, standing and sauntering over to me. Her hips swayed with purpose, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way her thighs flexed with each step. She stopped inches from me, her scent—sweet and intoxicating—filling my senses. ‘I’ve got a secret, Jake. Something I’ve never told anyone. And I think you’re the only one who can help me with it.’
I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued despite myself. ‘Oh? And what’s that?’
She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to my chest before flicking back up to meet my eyes. Her voice dropped to a whisper, laced with raw need. ‘I’ve never… gone there. You know, the back door. And I want it. Bad. I want you to be the first.’
My heart slammed against my ribs, and I felt a rush of heat straight to my cock. The thought of taking her like that, of being the first to claim her tight, untouched ass—it was wrong on every level, but fuck, it was tempting. I gripped the counter behind me to steady myself, my knuckles whitening. ‘Mia, you don’t know what you’re asking. That’s a line we can’t cross.’
‘Can’t? Or won’t?’ she challenged, stepping closer, her hand brushing against my arm, sending a jolt through me. ‘I’m not some fragile little girl, Jake. I know what I want. And I want you to fuck me there. Hard. I want to feel every inch of you.’
Her words hit me like a punch, and I could feel myself getting hard, the pressure building in my jeans. She noticed, her eyes flicking down with a triumphant gleam. ‘See? You’re already thinking about it. Don’t lie to me.’
I clenched my jaw, fighting every instinct screaming at me to grab her, bend her over the counter, and give her exactly what she was begging for. ‘You’re a fucking menace, you know that?’
‘And you’re a coward if you don’t take what’s being offered,’ she fired back, her voice dripping with challenge. She turned, pressing her ass against me, the heat of her body searing through my clothes. ‘Feel that? That’s all for you. Just say yes.’
I groaned, my hands itching to grip her hips, to pull her closer. My resolve was crumbling, and she knew it. The air between us was electric, thick with unspoken lust. I could almost taste the sweat on her skin, imagine her panting beneath me, wet and dripping with need. One more push, and I’d be lost.
‘Mia…’ I growled, my voice low and dangerous, teetering on the edge of control as her body pressed harder against mine, daring me to break.
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