Chapter 1: The Unquenchable Thirst
Rias leaned against the dimly lit bar counter, her crimson hair cascading over her shoulder like a river of fire. Her sharp green eyes scanned the room, locking onto her next target with predatory precision. She wasn’t just any woman; she was a force, a tempest of desire and control, and tonight, she was on the hunt. Her tight black dress hugged every curve of her body, leaving little to the imagination, and she knew exactly the kind of power she wielded.
'Another round, darling?' the bartender asked, his voice dripping with suggestion as he slid a glass of amber liquid her way.
Rias smirked, her lips curling into a wicked grin. 'Only if you’re offering something... harder,' she purred, her gaze flicking down to his crotch before snapping back to his eyes. She relished the way he faltered, a blush creeping up his neck. Men were so easy to unravel, and she was the master of their undoing.
Her attention shifted to the man she’d been eyeing all night. Tall, rugged, with a jawline that could cut glass, he sat alone in the corner, nursing a beer. She sauntered over, her hips swaying with every step, the click of her heels a deliberate rhythm of seduction.
'Mind if I join you, handsome?' she asked, her voice a sultry melody. She didn’t wait for an answer, sliding into the seat across from him with the confidence of a queen claiming her throne.
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. 'Depends. You gonna make it worth my while, Red?' His tone was cocky, challenging, and Rias loved a challenge.
'Oh, sweetheart,' she leaned forward, her cleavage teasingly on display, 'I’ll make you beg for mercy before the night’s over. Question is, can you keep up with a woman who’s always hungry?' Her words were laced with promise, her eyes glinting with mischief.
He chuckled, leaning in closer, the scent of his cologne mixing with the heat of his breath. 'I’ve got plenty to feed that appetite of yours. But let’s see if you can handle it.'
Rias’s laugh was low and dangerous. 'Handle it? Baby, I’ll devour it. And trust me, I’ve had so much already, my belly’s damn near bursting. But I’m still starving.' She licked her lips, slow and deliberate, watching his eyes darken with lust.
They bantered back and forth, each quip sharper than the last, the tension between them building like a storm ready to break. Finally, she stood, grabbing his hand with a grip that left no room for argument. 'Enough talk. Let’s see if that cock of yours is as bold as your mouth.'
She led him to a secluded alcove behind the bar, the shadows cloaking them in privacy. Her hands were on him in an instant, tugging at his belt with a ferocity that made him groan. 'Fuck, you’re not messing around,' he muttered, his voice rough with need.
'Messing around is for amateurs,' Rias shot back, dropping to her knees with a wicked grin. Her fingers freed him, and she took a moment to admire the hard length before her, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. 'Now, let’s see how long you last before you’re sweating and panting for me.'
Her mouth was on him before he could reply, and the world narrowed to the heat, the hunger, and the unrelenting drive of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted—and how to take it.
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