Chapter 1: The Unexpected Snap
I was halfway through a dull Thursday evening, nursing a glass of cheap whiskey, when my phone buzzed with a notification that stopped me cold. A message from Lila. *Lila*. My ex. The woman who’d walked out of my life two years ago with a smirk and a middle finger, leaving me to piece myself together. I hadn’t heard from her since, and now here she was, sliding into my DMs like nothing had happened. Curiosity—and maybe a flicker of old heat—made me open it.
The screen lit up with a photo that damn near made me drop my glass. Lila, in nothing but a sheer black lace bra and matching thong, her curves on full display, one hip cocked defiantly. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulder, and those piercing green eyes stared right through the camera, daring me to look away. The caption read: *Missed me yet, Jace?*
I laughed, a low, bitter sound. Missed her? Hell, I’d spent months trying to forget the way her body felt under mine, the way she’d fight me for control in bed, neither of us ever backing down. I typed back, *What’s this, Lila? Bored and fishing for attention?*
Her reply was instant. *Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to remind you what you’re missing. You still got that fire, or did I burn it all out of you?*
I smirked, feeling the old spark ignite. *Baby, I’ve got enough fire to make you sweat. Question is, can you handle the heat now, or are you just teasing?*
*Teasing?* she shot back. *I don’t tease, Jace. I take. Meet me at my place in an hour if you’ve got the balls. Or don’t. I’ve got toys that can do the job just fine.*
Her words hit like a punch, stirring something primal in me. I knew this was a bad idea. Lila wasn’t just trouble—she was a goddamn wildfire. But the thought of her, waiting, wet, and ready to spar with me again, had my blood racing. I downed the rest of my whiskey, grabbed my jacket, and headed out the door.
Her apartment hadn’t changed—same sleek, modern vibe, same faint scent of her jasmine perfume lingering in the air. She opened the door wearing that same lingerie from the photo, her lips curled in a wicked grin. ‘Took you long enough,’ she purred, stepping aside to let me in. ‘Thought you’d chickened out.’
‘And miss the chance to wipe that smug look off your face?’ I shot back, my eyes raking over her. ‘Not a chance. You’ve got some nerve, sending me that pic like you own me.’
She laughed, sharp and biting, closing the distance between us. ‘Own you? Jace, I don’t need to own you. I just need to remind you how good I can make you feel before you’re begging for more.’ Her hand brushed my chest, her nails grazing just enough to send a jolt through me.
‘Begging?’ I scoffed, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer, our faces inches apart. ‘You forget, Lila, I don’t beg. I take what I want. And right now, I want to see if you’re as dripping for me as you were back then.’
Her eyes flashed with challenge, her breath hitching just slightly. ‘Oh, I’m wet, alright. But you’re gonna have to work for it, pretty boy.’ She yanked her wrist free, spinning on her heel and sauntering toward the bedroom, her ass swaying with every step, daring me to follow.
I was hard already, the tension between us crackling like a live wire. This wasn’t just a reunion—it was a battlefield, and neither of us was backing down. I followed her, ready to clash, knowing that the moment we collided, it’d be explosive.
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