Chapter 1: The Escape
The ballroom buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses, a sea of pastel dresses and stiff tuxedos celebrating the eve of my wedding. I, Ethan, the groom-to-be, felt the weight of every congratulatory handshake like a shackle tightening. My fiancée, sweet and unsuspecting, was the picture of bridal bliss across the room. But my mind—and my body—were elsewhere. I needed her. My secret. My fire. Sasha.
I slipped out through a side door, the cool night air hitting my face like a slap of reality. My phone buzzed with a text: *Meet me in the garden. Now.* Her command was a hook in my chest, pulling me toward the shadowed maze of roses and ivy behind the venue. Sasha wasn’t just my lover; she was my addiction, a force of nature with a body that could command armies and a mind sharper than the thorns surrounding us.
I found her leaning against a stone fountain, her tailored leather jacket hugging her curves, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder. Her eyes, sharp and predatory, locked onto mine. ‘Running from your own party, pretty boy?’ she taunted, her voice a low purr that sent a jolt straight to my groin. ‘Or just running to me?’
‘Couldn’t stay away,’ I admitted, stepping closer, the scent of her—spicy, intoxicating—making my head spin. ‘Tomorrow I’m a married man. Tonight, I’m yours.’
She smirked, pushing off the fountain to close the distance between us. ‘Damn right you are. Think your little bride-to-be would approve of this? Her perfect man sneaking off to get fucked by someone like me?’ Her hand slid down my chest, fingers teasing the edge of my belt. I was already hard, straining against the fabric, and she knew it.
‘She doesn’t own me yet,’ I shot back, my voice rough with need. ‘And you? You gonna miss this cock after I’m off the market?’
Sasha laughed, a wicked sound that vibrated through me. ‘Oh, Ethan, I don’t miss anything. I take what I want. And right now, I want you on your knees.’ Her grip tightened, pulling me into her, her lips hovering just out of reach. ‘You gonna give me that, or do I have to make you?’
My breath hitched, my body screaming to obey. ‘You don’t make me do shit, Sasha. I choose to.’ I dropped to my knees right there in the dirt, the cold ground biting into me as I looked up at her, her silhouette framed by moonlight. She was a goddess, a devil, everything I shouldn’t want but couldn’t resist.
‘Good boy,’ she purred, unzipping her jeans with a deliberate slowness that made my mouth water. ‘Let’s make this last fuck one to remember.’ Her cock sprang free, hard and ready, and I felt my own pulse hammering in my ears. She stepped closer, her hand tangling in my hair, pulling just hard enough to sting. ‘Open up, lover. Show me how much you’ve been craving this.’
I didn’t hesitate, my lips parting as the heat of her filled my mouth, the taste of her driving me wild. Her groan above me was raw, powerful, and I knew this was just the beginning. The night was young, and we were about to burn it down.
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