Chapter 1: Unwelcome Sparks
Roman hadn’t expected to run into Igor, let alone with Katya on his arm. The sight of her—still as stunning as the day she’d walked out of his life two years ago—hit him like a punch to the gut. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and those piercing green eyes flicked over him with a cold disdain that made his chest ache. Igor, oblivious to the tension, grinned wide and slapped Roman on the back.
“Man, it’s been forever! You’ve gotta come over. We’ve got a place nearby. Let’s catch up over some vodka,” Igor said, his voice booming with enthusiasm.
Roman forced a smile, his gaze lingering on Katya. “Sure, why not?”
Katya’s lips tightened, but she said nothing, her arms crossed as if shielding herself from him. The walk to their apartment was a silent torture, the air thick with unspoken history. Once inside, the guys settled at the kitchen table, a bottle of vodka between them. Katya disappeared into the bedroom, muttering something about needing space.
After a few shots, Igor’s grin turned sly. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Hey, check this out.” He pulled out his phone, swiping through a gallery of photos—Katya, in lace, in nothing, sprawled across beds and couches in poses that made Roman’s throat go dry. Then came the video, her moans echoing through the tiny speaker as Igor chuckled. “Hot, right? She’s a damn firecracker.”
Roman’s hands clenched under the table, his pulse racing. “Yeah… hot,” he managed, his voice rough. He was hard already, the ache almost painful.
“What the hell are you doing?” Katya’s sharp voice cut through the haze. She stood in the doorway, her face flushed with fury and shame. “Igor, are you serious? Showing him that? Are you out of your mind?”
Igor waved a hand dismissively, laughing. “Relax, babe. It’s just Roman. He’s cool. No harm in a little show-and-tell.”
“No harm?” Katya snapped, stepping closer, her eyes blazing. “You don’t get to parade me around like some trophy. This isn’t a game.”
“Come on, Katya,” Igor coaxed, his tone softening but firm. “Let’s not make a big deal out of it. How about we give him a real show? Just a look, nothing more. You’re gorgeous—let him see that in person.”
Her jaw dropped, and she shot Roman a look of pure venom. “You’re both disgusting. I’m not some doll for you to ogle.”
But Igor’s hand found hers, squeezing gently, his voice a low murmur. “Just this once, babe. For me. I promise, no touching. Just a little fun.”
Katya’s shoulders slumped, her defiance warring with resignation. She glared at Roman again, her voice icy. “Fine. But don’t think for a second I’m doing this for you.”
The tension in the room was electric, a mix of embarrassment and raw, unspoken desire. Igor nodded at Roman, a smirk playing on his lips. “Go on, man. Tell her what to do. She’ll listen. But remember—no touching, no sex. Just a show.”
Roman swallowed hard, his mind racing. He looked at Katya, her posture rigid but her eyes betraying a flicker of something—anger, yes, but maybe something else. “Alright,” he said, his voice low, testing the waters. “Take off your jacket. Slowly.”
Katya’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she complied, her movements deliberate, almost defiant, as the fabric slid off her shoulders. Roman’s breath hitched. The room felt hotter, the air charged with a dangerous kind of anticipation. He leaned forward, his voice gaining confidence. “Now the shirt. Let us see you.”
Her fingers hesitated at the hem, her gaze cutting into him like a blade. “You’re enjoying this too much,” she hissed, but she lifted the shirt over her head, revealing smooth skin and curves that made his cock throb painfully in his jeans.
“Damn,” Igor muttered, shifting in his seat, clearly as affected as Roman. “Turn around, babe. Show him everything.”
Katya’s eyes flashed with defiance, but she turned, her ass on display in tight jeans, the tension in her body screaming both resistance and a strange, reluctant power. Roman’s hands itched to touch, but he held back, his voice rough with need. “Bend over. Just a little. Let us see how fucking perfect you are.”
Her breath came faster, a mix of anger and something hotter, as she leaned forward, the curve of her body a taunt. Roman was sweating now, his mind a haze of lust, knowing they were teetering on the edge of something explosive. Katya’s sharp gaze met his over her shoulder, a challenge in her eyes, daring him to push further as the room pulsed with unspoken promises.
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