Chapter 1: Jealous Sparks in the Park
The late afternoon sun cast a golden haze over the bustling plaza, where the hum of chatter and laughter mingled with the rustle of leaves. I sat on a weathered bench beside my best friend, Marco, his dark eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place. We’d been inseparable since we were kids, but lately, there was a tension between us, a raw edge that cut deeper than I expected.
“So, you’re really into this new guy, huh, Carla?” Marco’s voice was sharp, laced with a bitterness that stung. He leaned back, arms crossed, his jaw tight as he stared at the fountain ahead.
I smirked, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “What’s it to you, Marco? You’re not my damn keeper. Yeah, I’m seeing someone. He’s hot, funny, and doesn’t sulk like a little bitch when I live my life.”
His head snapped toward me, eyes narrowing. “Oh, fuck off with that. I’m not sulking. I just don’t get why you’d pick some random asshole over—over someone who’s been there for you forever.” His voice dropped, heavy with unspoken weight.
I laughed, sharp and biting, leaning closer until our faces were inches apart. “Someone like you, huh? What, you think I owe you my pussy just ‘cause we’ve been friends forever? Get over yourself.”
Marco’s breath hitched, his gaze dropping to my lips before flicking back up. “Don’t play with me, Carla. You know damn well I’ve wanted you for years. And now you’re out here flaunting some dickhead in my face? That’s fucked up.”
My heart raced, heat pooling low in my belly at the raw hunger in his voice. I should’ve backed off, but I didn’t. I never do. “Oh, poor baby,” I purred, my voice dripping with mockery. “You’re so hard up for me you can’t stand seeing me with anyone else. Admit it, Marco. You’re fucking jealous.”
His hand shot out, gripping my wrist—not hard, but firm enough to send a jolt through me. “Yeah, I’m jealous,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m jealous as fuck because I know I’d treat you better, fuck you better, than any of those losers. And you’re too damn stubborn to see it.”
I yanked my wrist free, but instead of pulling away, I shoved closer, my chest brushing his. “Prove it then, tough guy. Right here, right now. Or are you all talk?” My words were a challenge, a dare, and I saw the fire ignite in his eyes.
The plaza was still alive with people, but the space around us felt like it shrank, the world narrowing to just us. Marco’s hand slid to my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin through my jeans. “You’re fucking insane, Carla. You want me to take you in the middle of this park? With everyone watching?”
I grinned, wicked and unapologetic, my hand sliding up his chest. “I don’t give a shit who sees. I’m not some shy little girl. Question is, are you man enough to handle me?”
His growl was primal as he yanked me closer, his lips crashing into mine with a ferocity that stole my breath. The kiss was messy, hungry, all teeth and tongue, and I matched him, biting his lip hard enough to make him groan. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him tighter as his fingers slipped under my top, grazing the skin of my lower back.
“Fuck, Carla,” he panted against my mouth, his voice rough with need. “You’re gonna make me lose it right here.”
“Then lose it,” I hissed, my nails raking down his neck. “I’m already wet just thinking about your cock. Don’t make me wait.”
His eyes darkened, and I knew we were past the point of no return. Right there, on that bench, with the world buzzing around us, we were about to cross every line—and I was ready to burn for it.
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