Chapter 1: Sparks on the Red Carpet
The flash of cameras was blinding as Vivienne Cross stepped onto the red carpet, her crimson gown hugging every curve of her statuesque frame like a lover’s desperate grasp. She was the star of the night, a Hollywood siren with a reputation for breaking hearts and box office records. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her piercing green eyes scanned the crowd with a predator’s precision. She wasn’t here to play nice—she was here to dominate.
Beside her, striding with a cocky grin, was Jace Ryder, the bad boy of the industry, his tuxedo tailored to perfection, accentuating the hard lines of his broad shoulders. His jaw was sharp enough to cut glass, and his blue eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.
“Damn, Viv, you’re looking like a fucking weapon tonight,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. “Planning to slay me before the after-party?”
Vivienne smirked, turning her head just enough to meet his gaze, her lips a dangerous curve. “Oh, Jace, I don’t plan—I execute. And trust me, if I decide to take you down, you’ll be begging for mercy.”
He chuckled, the sound dark and promising. “Big talk for a woman who’s been dodging me for months. What’s the matter? Afraid you can’t handle the heat?”
Her eyes narrowed, a spark of challenge igniting within her. “Heat? Sweetheart, I’m the fucking inferno. You’re just a spark waiting to get snuffed out.”
They moved through the crowd, their banter a sharp dance of wit and innuendo, each word laced with a tension that threatened to snap. The air between them crackled, electric and undeniable, as they posed for photos, their bodies pressed just close enough to feel the heat radiating off each other. Vivienne could sense the hard planes of his chest through the thin fabric of her dress, and she hated how much it made her pulse race.
As the night wore on and the after-party loomed, they found themselves alone in a dimly lit hallway of the grand venue, the distant thrum of music a seductive backdrop. Jace backed her against the wall, his hands braced on either side of her, caging her in—but Vivienne wasn’t one to be trapped. She tilted her chin up, her gaze locking with his, daring him to make a move.
“You’ve got three seconds to back off, Ryder, or I’m going to make you regret cornering me,” she warned, her voice a sultry purr, her body already betraying her with a rush of heat between her thighs.
Jace’s grin was feral, his eyes darkening with hunger. “Oh, I’m not cornering you, Viv. I’m giving you a chance to strike first. So, what’s it gonna be? You gonna fight me… or fuck me?”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t falter. In one swift motion, she grabbed the lapels of his tux, yanking him closer until their lips were a whisper apart. “I don’t play by your rules, Jace. If I want you, I’ll take you—hard and fast, until you’re the one sweating and panting for more.”
His hands slid down to grip her hips, pulling her flush against him, and she could feel how hard he already was, his cock straining against his trousers. “Then take me, Viv. I’m all yours to ruin.”
Her lips crashed into his, a collision of raw need and unspoken challenges, their tongues battling for dominance as the world around them faded. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and his hands roamed her body, igniting every nerve. She could feel herself getting wet, her pussy aching with a hunger she hadn’t anticipated, and she knew this was only the beginning of a night that would leave them both dripping with desire.
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