Chapter 1: The Spark in the Mirror
The party was a chaotic blur of laughter and clinking glasses, but my eyes kept finding Lera across the crowded room. She was a force, her sharp wit cutting through the dull hum of small talk like a blade. Dressed in a sleek black dress that hugged her curves with ruthless precision, she owned every inch of space she occupied. I wasn’t the only one staring, but I’d be damned if I wasn’t the one to make a move.
‘So, you gonna keep eye-fucking me from across the room, or are we gonna talk?’ Lera’s voice sliced through my thoughts as she sauntered over, a smirk playing on her lips. Her dark eyes glittered with challenge, daring me to keep up.
I grinned, leaning against the wall with a casual air I didn’t quite feel. ‘Just appreciating the view, Lera. Didn’t think you’d notice over all the drooling idiots in here.’
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to my core. ‘Oh, I notice everything. Like how you’ve been itching to get me alone since I walked in.’
‘Guilty as charged,’ I shot back, stepping closer. The heat of her body was already pulling me in, her scent—something spicy and intoxicating—making my head spin. ‘But I’m not the begging type. You want me, you’ll have to say it.’
Lera’s smirk widened, and she tilted her head, sizing me up. ‘Bold. I like that. But let’s get one thing straight—I don’t beg either. So, how about we skip the games and find somewhere... quieter?’
My pulse kicked into overdrive as she turned on her heel, casting a glance over her shoulder that screamed ‘follow me or regret it.’ I didn’t need a second invitation. We wove through the crowd, the noise fading as we slipped down a dimly lit hallway. She pushed open the bathroom door, the lock clicking with a finality that made my blood roar.
Inside, the air was thick with tension. Lera leaned against the sink, her gaze locking with mine in the mirror. ‘Well? You gonna stand there gawking, or are you gonna do something about this?’ She gestured between us, her voice dripping with mockery and heat.
I closed the distance in two strides, my hands finding her hips as I pressed against her. ‘Oh, I’m doing something, alright. Question is, can you handle it?’ My breath was hot against her ear, and I felt her shiver—just for a split second—before she spun around, her lips crashing into mine with a ferocity that stole my breath.
Our tongues battled, sharp and hungry, as her nails dug into my shoulders. ‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ she gasped between kisses, her hands already tugging at my shirt. ‘I’m just getting started.’
My cock was already hard, straining against my jeans as I gripped her ass, pulling her closer. Her dress rode up, revealing the lace of her panties, and I groaned at the sight. ‘Fuck, Lera, you’re killing me.’
‘Good,’ she purred, her hand sliding down to palm me through the fabric, her touch bold and unapologetic. ‘I like my men on edge.’
I pushed her back against the sink, my fingers slipping under her dress to find her wet, dripping with need. Her sharp intake of breath was music to my ears, and I smirked. ‘Looks like I’m not the only one who’s horny as hell.’
‘Shut up and fuck me,’ she snapped, her eyes blazing with raw desire as she yanked at my belt. The sound of the metal clinking echoed in the small space, mingling with our heavy panting. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and I knew neither of us could wait any longer.
As I freed myself, her gaze dropped, and a wicked grin spread across her face. ‘Well, damn. Let’s see if you know how to use that.’
I was about to show her just how well I could, when...
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