The bass pulsed through my veins as I stepped into the club alone, wearing a short black dress and dangerous curiosity.
Stranger after stranger drew me onto the dance floor. Slow, heated kisses. Hands sliding under my dress. Fingers teasing me through soaked lace, circling, stroking, pressing until my thighs trembled and soft whimpers escaped my lips. They brought me right to the aching edge again and again…
But never let me fall.
By the end of the night, I was burning. So when Marcus and his friend offered me a ride back to their apartment, I said yes.
The moment that door closed behind us… everything changed.