Chapter 1: Sparks at Midnight
The party was a blur of neon lights and pounding bass when Astrid spotted Rasmus across the room. Her ex, with his sharp jawline and devil-may-care grin, hadn’t changed a bit. She sauntered over, her black dress hugging every curve, a predator’s glint in her emerald eyes.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the ghost of boyfriends past,” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery as she sipped her martini. “Miss me, Rasmus?”
He smirked, leaning against the bar, his gaze raking over her. “Astrid, you’re still a walking hazard. Thought you’d be married to some poor sap by now.”
“Poor sap? Honey, I eat men like you for breakfast,” she shot back, stepping closer, her breath hot against his ear. “Wanna test that theory?”
The tension crackled like a live wire. Within minutes, they were out the door, the cool night air doing nothing to douse the fire between them. Her place was just a few blocks away, and by the time they stumbled through the door, lips crashing, hands roaming, the past was irrelevant.
“Still got that wild streak, huh?” Rasmus growled, pinning her against the wall, his hands gripping her hips.
Astrid laughed, sharp and dangerous, shoving him back with surprising force. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea. Bedroom. Now.”
They barely made it to the bed, clothes half-torn off, when she pulled out a pair of handcuffs from her nightstand, the metal glinting under the dim light. “Trust me?” she teased, her voice a velvet blade as she dangled them in front of him.
Rasmus raised an eyebrow, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Always did like your games, babe.”
Click. His wrists were bound to the headboard before he could blink, and Astrid straddled him, her eyes locked on his, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Good boy,” she whispered, her fingers trailing down his chest, lower, until they brushed against his hardening cock. “Look at you, already so hard for me.”
“Fuck, Astrid, don’t play coy,” he groaned, hips twitching under her touch.
“Coy? Oh, darling, I’m just getting started,” she taunted, her hand wrapping around him, stroking slow and deliberate, her gaze never wavering. His breath hitched, sweat beading on his forehead as she teased, her touch maddeningly light. “You’re dripping already, Rasmus. So horny for me, aren’t you?”
“Shit, stop talking and do something,” he panted, his voice rough with need.
Astrid’s smirk widened as she leaned down, her tongue flicking over the tip of his cock, tasting him, before taking him into her mouth. The heat, the wet slide of her lips, had him cursing under his breath, his body straining against the cuffs. “Goddamn, woman, you’re gonna kill me,” he gasped.
She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not yet, lover boy. I’ve got plans for you.” Her hand slipped lower, teasing, and his body tensed as she kept that unrelenting eye contact, her control absolute. The night was young, and Astrid was just warming up.
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