Chapter 1: The Spark Ignites
I’m Neha, a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it. With my long, luscious dark hair cascading down my back, a curvy ass that turns heads, and double D’s that command attention, I’ve never been one to shy away from desire. Born and raised in Mumbai, I’ve heard the whispers from my girlfriends about the supposed prowess of white men compared to the men back home. They painted vivid pictures of size and stamina that left me curious, hungry for a taste of something different. And then I met Ethan.
It was a sultry Friday night at a trendy downtown bar, the kind of place where the air hums with possibility. I wore a tight red dress that hugged every inch of my body, daring anyone to look away. Ethan stood at the bar, all sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He caught my gaze, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. I didn’t wait for an invitation. I sauntered over, my hips swaying with purpose.
“Lost in thought, or just waiting for someone like me to save your night?” I purred, leaning against the bar, my cleavage on subtle display.
His eyes flicked down, then back up, not even pretending to be discreet. “Darling, I’ve been waiting for a storm like you to blow through here all night. Name’s Ethan. And you are?”
“Neha. And I don’t blow through—I devastate,” I shot back, my voice dripping with confidence. His laugh was low, a rumble that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Oh, I bet you do. Tell me, Neha, do you always walk into a room like you own it, or am I just lucky tonight?” He took a sip of his whiskey, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it. I choose who gets my attention, and right now, it’s you. So, what are you going to do about it?” I challenged, stepping closer, the heat of his body already teasing mine through the thin fabric of my dress.
Ethan set his glass down, his hand brushing against mine as he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m going to take you somewhere private and show you exactly what I can do with a woman who knows her worth. Unless you’re all talk?”
I smirked, my heart racing with anticipation. “Try me, pretty boy. I don’t break easily.”
Within minutes, we were in a dimly lit hallway at the back of the bar, the thrum of music fading into a distant pulse. His hands were on my hips, pressing me against the wall, and I could feel the hard outline of him through his jeans. My breath hitched, but I wasn’t about to let him take control so easily.
“Impressed already?” he teased, his lips grazing my neck, sending sparks through my skin.
“Not yet,” I lied, my voice steady even as my body betrayed me, already wet with want. “You’ve got a lot to prove, Ethan. I’ve heard the rumors about men like you, but I’m not convinced.”
His grin was wicked as he pulled back to look at me, his fingers tracing the edge of my dress. “Oh, Neha, I’m going to make you a believer. By the time I’m done, you’ll be dripping for me.”
I grabbed his collar, pulling him closer, my lips hovering just over his. “Big words. Let’s see if that cock of yours can back them up.”
His eyes darkened with lust, and in that moment, I knew we were both in for a night neither of us would forget. Our lips crashed together, hungry and fierce, as his hands slid under my dress, igniting a fire I couldn’t wait to let consume me.
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