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Chapter 11 High Stakes Desire

  • "Ever done this before?" the man's voice was low, laced with a challenging edge.
  • I looked up, finding his eyes upon mine in the rearview mirror of his sleek black car. His name was Victor, a regular client but with an appetite that shifted every time we met. Today, he'd texted me with a new proposition-something bolder, riskier. We were parked in the shadows of a multi-tiered garage, the faint hum of engines, footsteps in the distance.
  • "Public? Semi, at least," I teased, inched my body closer into the backseat towards him. The tension between us was palpable, electric currents that made my pulse run. He was one of those rich types who found relief in flirting with danger, testing limits, always wanting more than what was given. He had that thrill of danger in his eyes, that gleam daring the world for catching him.
  • "Not just public," he grinned, his hand burrowing under the table and grazing my thigh, sliding up the slit of my tight black dress. "But knowing we could get caught-it's the chase, Jasmine. The possibility of someone seeing, someone hearing...)
  • I raised a brow, feigning naivety, which couldn't pull my body away from the way it clutched at the fire spreading between my legs. "And what if someone does see, Victor? Think you'd care then?"
  • His hot breath danced across my neck, sending shivers down my spine as he whispered, "I'd care. But I wouldn't stop."
  • I straddled him, my dress riding up as his hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him. Our breathing started to sync, shallow and quick, desperate. I bit my lip, stifling a moan as he thrust upwards, the friction between us heightening. It was as if every move was amplified times ten in my mind, touching him sending electric sensations jolting through me. We were getting to the edge, the windows fogging up and acting as a thin veil between us and any passersby.
  • "Fuck, Jasmine," he groaned, the strain in his voice preposterous as he buried his face against my chest, his lips grazing my skin. "You feel so good."
  • I looked out, saw a silhouette figure passing by; the sound of the footsteps rebounded back in the garage. In an instant, my heart was beating really fast and my veins were filled with fear and excitement. The risk was the drug, and I humped harder into him, as if I really did want someone to get closer, to see this reckless abandon occurring inside the car.
  • Victor's hand slid up my back, tugging my head backward by the hair, exposing my neck. He bit down against it, just enough to send a shock through my system. "Do you like that? Knowing someone could see how fucking good you are?"
  • I moaned softly, my fingers clawing at his shirt. "I love it. Fuck, I love this."
  • The door handle jigged, and we were both startled. Victor's eyes met mine, and a wild, defiant grin spread across his face. We were two adrenaline junkies caught in the act, but neither one cared. Not when the danger only added to the pulse-pounding heat between them.
  • The handle finally stopped moving and whoever it was moved on, leaving us to the heady mix of relief and lingering anticipation. I didn't stop. I rode Victor harder, feeling every inch of him inside me, his breathing ragged and desperate. I could feel his pulse against my own, our bodies colliding in a mess of heat and unrestrained desire.
  • "Fuck, Jasmine," Victor gasped, bucking beneath me. "You're driving me crazy."
  • "Good," I whispered, my nails digging into his shoulders as, riding the edge of pleasure, thought of getting caught pushed me over the edge.
  • When it was over, I slid off him, tugging my dress into place as I tried to catch my breath. Victor watched me, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he zipped his pants back up, the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead glistening under the dim lights.
  • "That was... intense," I said, my voice still breathless as I combed my fingers through my hair. "Even for you."
  • Victor burst out laughing, leaning against the seat. "I knew you'd be up for it. You're a thrill-seeker too, Jasmine. Just like me."
  • I laughed, but it came out more like a shaking exhale. He wasn't wrong. The high, the risk-it was addicting. An addiction that only worsened the more I fed it. Yet, as much as I gave in to it, there was this part of me that wondered how far was too far. How many lines could I blur before it stopped being just business?
  • Victor reached out, tracing a finger along my jawline. "Next time, we push it even more."
  • I gave him an obviously wry smile, leaning in to peck his lips softly. "We'll see about that."
  • As I emerged from the car, cool air slapped me, much in contrast with the fire still humming beneath my skin. My legs were wobbly because of both post-climax weakness and the adrenaline that hadn't settled yet. Still standing there for a moment, the feeling overwhelmed me; the echo of Victor's touch still lay on my skin.
  • Something different each and every time; the high from crossing boundaries that seemed to shift with every session. As I walked away, headed toward Main Street, a small voice inside my head whispered caution-about how easily the thrill could consume me, how it was to push too far.
  • Tonight? Tonight, I didn't want to listen.
  • Something bigger, something darker was what I was chasing. And I wasn't going to stop until I had found it.