Lust Under Lies. she want more
“Nickey,” you are so good , fuck me harder, she purred, her voice a velvet trap, stepping closer until her breath warmed his neck. Her fingers trailed down his chest, igniting a heat he couldn’t fully suppress, revenge blending with a raw, unwanted hunger. He gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head against the wall, the cool plaster a stark contrast to her fevered skin, her gasp filling the silence as he pressed his body against hers, the fabric of his shirt brushing her hardened nipples through the thin dress. Their rhythm built on the creaking desk, a dance of power and pleasure, until she tensed, her climax ripping through her with a scream, his release a mix of triumph and torment—yet as her hand brushed a mysterious vial from his pocket, footsteps echoed outside, leaving the question: will this forbidden ecstasy unravel their secrets or seal their fate?