Chapter 1: The Spark Ignites
Lila Bennett had always been the quiet one, the girl who faded into the background at every party, every bar, every damn place where people let loose. But beneath her shy exterior burned a fire she could no longer ignore—a raw, aching need to be taken, to be fucked hard until she couldn’t think straight. At 26, she was done with polite smiles and safe choices. Tonight, at the dimly lit jazz club on 5th Street, she was hunting for something—or someone—to break her open.
She sat at the bar, nursing a gin and tonic, her crimson dress hugging her curves in a way that felt both foreign and thrilling. Her eyes scanned the room, landing on him. Jace Ryder. He was all sharp edges and dangerous charm, with a smirk that could unravel a nun. He leaned against a table, chatting with a group, but his gaze flicked to her, locking in like a predator sensing prey. Lila’s breath hitched, but she didn’t look away. Not tonight.
Jace sauntered over, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder, his confidence practically dripping off him. 'You’ve been staring at me for ten minutes, sweetheart,' he drawled, voice low and rough. 'Either you’ve got a problem, or you want something. Which is it?'
Lila’s heart pounded, but she tilted her chin up, meeting his challenge. 'Maybe I’m just wondering if you’re all talk,' she shot back, her voice steadier than she felt. 'Guys like you usually are.'
He chuckled, a dark, hungry sound, and leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. 'Oh, I’m not just talk. But I don’t play games with shy little girls who can’t handle the heat. Can you?'
Her pulse raced, heat pooling between her thighs at his words. She wasn’t about to back down. 'Try me,' she said, her tone sharp, daring. 'I’m not here to be coddled. I want it rough, and I’m betting you’re the kind of man who can deliver.'
Jace’s eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading across his face. 'Bold words for someone who looks like she’s never been touched properly. You sure you’re ready for what I’ve got?'
Lila leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, 'I’m not just ready—I’m fucking starving for it. So stop teasing and show me.'
His hand slid to her lower back, firm and possessive, guiding her off the barstool. 'Let’s get out of here, then,' he growled. 'I’ve got a place where I can make you scream.'
They barely made it through the door of his loft before the tension snapped. Lila shoved him against the wall, her hands fisting in his shirt, her lips crashing into his with a ferocity she didn’t know she had. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her tight against him. She could feel him, hard and insistent, pressing into her through his jeans, and it made her wet, aching, desperate.
'You’ve got no idea what you’re in for,' Jace panted, his voice rough as he spun her around, pinning her against the wall. His hand slid under her dress, fingers brushing the edge of her panties, finding her already dripping. 'Fuck, you’re soaked. You really do want this, don’t you?'
'Stop talking and do something about it,' she snapped, her nails digging into his shoulders. 'I didn’t come here for foreplay. I want your cock, now.'
His grin was feral as he yanked her dress up, his other hand working his belt. The air between them was electric, charged with raw, primal need. Lila’s body was on fire, every nerve screaming for release, and as Jace’s eyes burned into hers, she knew this was only the beginning of an explosive night.
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