Chapter 1: The Towering Temptation
I’m Lila, all four feet five inches of pure, unfiltered sass packed into a tiny frame. People underestimate me constantly, but I’ve got a fire in my belly—and elsewhere—that could burn down a damn forest. At 24, I’m still a virgin, not because I’m shy, but because I’ve been waiting for someone worth my time. And then I met him. Jace. Six feet five inches of pure, chiseled temptation with eyes that could melt steel and a smirk that promised trouble. The kind of trouble I’ve been craving.
We met at a dive bar, of all places. I was perched on a stool, sipping a whiskey neat, when he loomed over me like a goddamn skyscraper. ‘You look like you could use some company, short stuff,’ he drawled, voice low and rough, like gravel under tires. I shot him a look, one eyebrow arched. ‘And you look like you could use a lesson in originality, tall-ass. Buy me a drink, then we’ll talk.’
He grinned, unfazed, and slid onto the stool next to me. ‘Feisty. I like that. What’s your poison?’
‘Already got it,’ I said, raising my glass. ‘But you can keep up. Or are you just here to stare?’
‘Oh, I’m staring,’ he admitted, his gaze raking over me like a slow burn. ‘But I’m also wondering how someone so small can have a mouth so big.’
I smirked, leaning closer. ‘You’ve got no idea how big things can get with me, Jace. Keep up, or I’ll leave you in the dust.’
The banter flew like sparks, sharp and electric. By the third drink, we were laughing, trading barbs, and I could feel the heat building between us. His hand brushed my thigh under the bar, and I didn’t pull away. Instead, I leaned in, my voice dropping to a purr. ‘You’re playing a dangerous game, big guy. Think you can handle me?’
His eyes darkened, a predator’s glint. ‘Lila, I’m not just gonna handle you. I’m gonna wreck you—in the best way possible.’
My heart slammed against my ribs, but I didn’t back down. ‘Big words. Let’s see if you’ve got the goods to back ‘em up.’
We stumbled out of the bar, the night air cool against my flushed skin. His place was closer, and the second the door shut behind us, he had me pinned against the wall, his massive frame towering over mine. ‘Still think I can’t keep up?’ he growled, his breath hot on my neck.
I tilted my chin up, defiant even as my body ached for him. ‘Prove it, Jace. I’m not some fragile doll. I can take whatever you’ve got.’
His lips crashed into mine, hungry and fierce, and I matched him, bite for bite. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me like I weighed nothing, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the hard bulge of him pressing against me through his jeans. My pulse raced—I knew what I was in for. I’d never been with anyone, and the thought of his size, all nine inches and that insane girth, made me both nervous and impossibly horny. But I wasn’t backing down. My pussy was already wet, aching, dripping with anticipation, even as I wondered how my tight, untouched body would handle him.
He carried me to the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed with a wicked grin. ‘Last chance to tap out, Lila,’ he teased, stripping off his shirt to reveal a chest carved from stone.
I propped myself on my elbows, smirking right back. ‘Tap out? Please. I’m just getting started. Bring it, big guy. Let’s see how hard you can make me come.’
His eyes flared with heat as he crawled over me, his hands sliding under my shirt, and I knew this was it—the moment I’d been waiting for, the explosion about to ignite between us.
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