Jagged Desire

Chapter 1

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"Shh," he teased, a wicked grin in his voice. "You don't want them to hear how filthy you are, do you?"

It was supposed to be a day of joy. The happiest day of her best friend's life.
Her only mission? To make sure everything was perfect-overflowing with love, champagne, and laughter. The kind of day where nothing could go wrong.

And for a while, that illusion held.

"You're dripping for me," he growled, his breath ragged. "And I haven't even started."

Until he showed up.

"You're going to be quiet, right?"

From the moment his eyes met hers, she felt it. The pull. The weight. The quiet promise of danger simmering beneath the surface. Tattoos etched into skin that looked like it had seen war. Eyes dark enough to swallow the light. Dangerous enough to pull you under.

She should have turned away. She didn't.

Her head bobbed furiously, a breathless "yes" slipping out. The second the word left her lips, his mouth was on her, claiming her like he owned every inch.

And just like that, the wedding didn't matter anymore. Nothing did.

"Suck," he whispered darkly. "Let me feel you try to hold it in."

Her lips wrapped around his fingers, the taste of him mixing with her own driving her wild.

She knew from the beginning that he wasn't like anyone else. He didn't just get her attention-he owned it. But she didn't run. She couldn't. Instead, she dove deeper, letting herself be consumed by him. It wasn't just attraction; it was something darker, something that made her feel alive in a way she hadn't before.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth, smirking as if he'd just won a victory. "Good girl," he murmured, steadying her as she clung to him, gasping for air. "You clean them well."

But in claiming a piece of him, she gave a part of herself. She wasn't supposed to get lost in him. She knew better. But she couldn't stop herself. It wasn't just him-it was what he awakened inside her. The part of her that craved the fire.

When she resurfaced, water glistened on her skin, and she leaned back against the edge, arms spread wide. Her eyes finally met his, a lazy, satisfied smirk curling her lips.

"Come on in," she teased, voice a low purr. "The water's perfect."

The King thought he was untouchable. What could possibly go wrong if he stepped away from his empire, even for just one day?

But he didn't anticipate her.

"Careful what you wish for," he growled, his lips hovering inches from hers. "I'm not in the mood to play nice."

Her smile turned wicked. "Then don't."

He knew the moment he laid eyes on her that she was different. Dangerous in her own way. But even knowing that, he underestimated her. She wasn't just fire-she was wildfire.

His fingers dug into her hips, his grip hard enough to leave bruises, and she felt the quiet, gentle restraint snap. "You're playing with fire," he rasped, his voice low and rough.

She grinned against his skin, her breath coming out in a ragged whisper. "Good. Burn me."

And burn her he did. But it wasn't enough. He didn't just burn her. He set the whole damn world on fire-for her.