Chapter 1: The First Taste
The dimly lit bar on the edge of town was a haven for secrets, and tonight, it was brimming with unspoken desires. Vivienne leaned against the polished counter, her crimson dress hugging every curve of her athletic frame, a glass of whiskey dangling between her manicured fingers. She was a woman who commanded attention without begging for it—sharp-eyed, sharp-tongued, and utterly untouchable. Or so she thought.
Across the room, Jace watched her with a predator’s patience. He was all rough edges—tattooed forearms, a smirk that could melt steel, and eyes that promised trouble. He sauntered over, his boots scuffing the hardwood floor, and slid into the stool beside her without invitation.
‘Mind if I join you, or are you too busy breaking hearts tonight?’ His voice was a low growl, teasing but laced with intent.
Vivienne didn’t even turn her head, taking a slow sip of her drink. ‘I don’t break hearts, darling. I shatter them. You sure you can handle the pieces?’
Jace chuckled, leaning in just close enough for her to catch the scent of leather and musk. ‘Oh, I’m not here for your heart, Viv. I’m here for something... lower.’
Her lips twitched into a smirk as she finally met his gaze, her hazel eyes glinting with challenge. ‘Is that so? And what makes you think you’ve got the skills to get anywhere near me?’
‘Skills?’ He raised a brow, his grin wicked. ‘Baby, I’ve got a tongue that could make you forget your own name. Care to test that theory?’
Vivienne laughed, a throaty sound that sent a jolt straight through him. ‘Big talk for a man who’s still fully dressed. You think you can handle me, Jace? I’m not some wilting flower waiting to be plucked.’
‘Good,’ he shot back, his voice dropping an octave. ‘I like a woman who fights back. Makes the victory that much sweeter.’
She set her glass down with a deliberate clink, turning to face him fully. Her gaze raked over him, assessing, daring. ‘Alright, hotshot. Let’s see if you can back up that mouth of yours. My place. Ten minutes. Don’t keep me waiting.’
The air between them crackled as they left the bar, the night wrapping around them like a velvet curtain. Vivienne’s apartment was a sleek, modern space, all glass and steel, mirroring her unyielding exterior. But as soon as the door clicked shut, the tension snapped like a taut wire.
She pushed him against the wall, her hands fisting in his shirt. ‘Don’t think for a second I’m giving you control,’ she warned, her breath hot against his ear.
Jace grinned, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. ‘Wouldn’t dream of it, Viv. I’m just here to worship.’
Their lips crashed together, a battle of wills as much as desire, teeth nipping, tongues dueling. She tugged at his shirt, impatient, while he yanked the zipper of her dress down with a growl. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing lace that made his breath hitch. He dropped to his knees, his hands firm on her thighs, spreading them with a hunger that bordered on feral.
‘Fuck, Viv,’ he murmured, his voice rough as gravel. ‘You’re already dripping for me.’
She smirked down at him, one hand tangling in his hair. ‘Less talking, more proving. Show me what that tongue can do before I change my mind.’
His eyes darkened, a promise of devastation, as he leaned in, his breath hot against her core. Her head tipped back, a gasp escaping her lips as the first touch sent a shockwave through her. This was no gentle tease—this was raw, unapologetic hunger, and she was already losing herself to it.
To be continued...
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