Chapter 1: Sparks in the Backseat
The neon lights of the bar flickered in the humid night air as Yağmur leaned against the brick wall of the back alley, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Her dark eyes glinted with a dangerous mix of nostalgia and defiance. She’d seen Kenan inside, laughing with some nobody at the bar, his broad shoulders and cocky grin still capable of making her pulse race. They’d been over for two years, but damn if he didn’t still look like trouble she wanted to get into.
‘Didn’t think you’d show your face around here,’ Kenan’s voice cut through the haze of smoke as he stepped out into the alley, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder. His gaze raked over her, lingering on the tight black dress hugging her curves. ‘Thought you were too good for dives like this now.’
Yağmur smirked, flicking ash onto the pavement. ‘And I thought you’d learned how to keep your mouth shut by now. Guess we’re both disappointed.’ She took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl from her lips like a challenge. ‘What do you want, Kenan? A trip down memory lane or just a cheap thrill?’
He stepped closer, the heat of his body cutting through the cool night air. ‘Oh, come on, Yağmur. You know I don’t do cheap. And memory lane? That’s a fucking highway with you.’ His voice dropped, rough and teasing. ‘Saw you staring inside. Don’t pretend you’re not itching for a reminder of how good we were.’
She laughed, sharp and biting, but her body betrayed her, a flush creeping up her neck. ‘You’re still full of shit. But fine, let’s see if you’ve still got it.’ She jerked her head toward the parking lot, where his beat-up car sat under a flickering streetlight. ‘Your ride or mine?’
‘Mine,’ he growled, already moving, his hand brushing her hip as he led the way. ‘You always liked it better in the backseat anyway.’
Inside the car, the air was thick with tension, the scent of old leather and their shared history pressing in. Yağmur slid into the backseat first, her dress riding up her thighs as she fixed him with a stare that could ignite gasoline. ‘Don’t waste my time, Kenan. I’m not here for sweet talk.’
He climbed in after her, the door slamming shut with a finality that echoed in her chest. ‘Good. I’m not in the mood for talking either.’ His hands were on her in an instant, rough and hungry, pulling her closer as their lips crashed together. The kiss was a battle—teeth and tongue, a war of who could take more. She shoved his jacket off, her nails digging into his shoulders as he groaned into her mouth.
‘You still taste like trouble,’ she panted, her voice dripping with challenge as she straddled him, feeling him already hard beneath her. ‘Let’s see if that cock of yours remembers how to keep up.’
Kenan’s grin was feral, his hands gripping her ass as he ground against her, the friction sending sparks through her core. ‘Oh, baby, I’ve been ready for this pussy since the second I saw you. You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?’
She didn’t answer with words, just a wicked smile as she reached for his belt, the sound of the buckle snapping open loud in the confined space. The heat between them was suffocating, their breaths heavy and sweating with anticipation. This wasn’t just a reunion—it was a collision, and they were both about to explode.
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