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Rivals in Desire (🍋)

Velvet and Evren had been enemies for as long as either of them could remember, their hatred rooted deep in childhood rivalries. Now, their roles only fueled the fire, making their battles more dangerous with each encounter. Every fight was a collision of their shared history and the animosity that had grown between them over the years.

One night, under the cover of darkness, they clashed again, their fists and words laced with venom.

"You bastard!" Velvet spat, her voice sharp as she swung a punch at Evren, only to be met with a fierce kick to her ribs. They fought with reckless abandon, every strike and counterstrike an expression of their mutual loathing.

Hours passed, the two locked in combat, neither willing to give in. But eventually, Evren gained the upper hand, pinning Velvet to the ground. His claws dug into the earth beside her, holding her firmly in place.

As Velvet lay there, breathless and furious, something shifted. Their hatred, always intense, twisted into something darker, more dangerous. Evren's eyes, still filled with contempt, roamed over her as an unsettling realization dawned on him. Despite the hatred that burned in his chest, he found her beautiful.

Velvet, panting beneath him, met his gaze with equal parts rage and something else-something raw and undeniable.

In that charged moment, the lines between hatred and desire blurred, leaving both of them teetering on the edge of something neither had anticipated.

Evren's gaze darkened with desire as he looked down at Velvet's defeated body. A cruel grin formed on his lips as he stood up and pressed his boot between her legs, laughing lowly. "You think you could defeat me? Well think again, filthy slut," he taunted, pressing deeper with his boot and slowly rubbing her clit through her clothes. Velvet gasped in a mix of pleasure and anger, her eyes betraying no hint of kindness even as she reveled in being used in such a way. She despised herself for it, but couldn't help the thrill that it brought.

Velvet let out a choked moan as Evren's boot rubbed against her sensitive clit, her body responding despite her mind's protests. She hated how much she craved his touch, hated that he knew exactly where to press to make her writhe and whimper.

"I'll never submit to you," she snarled, trying to sound defiant even as her hips bucked involuntarily against his boot. The rough material of her shorts rubbed against her throbbing sex, providing just enough friction to keep her on the edge of climax.

"Is that so?" Evren retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his fingers traced along her jawline, enjoying the way she trembled beneath his touch. "Then tell your body to stop responding so sweetly to my every move." His lips twisted into a smirk as he removed his boot from between her legs, reaching down to roughly grab her chin instead, forcing her to look up at him.

Velvet glared up at Evren, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and arousal. "Fuck you," she spat, though her words lacked conviction. She hated how easily he could make her body betray her, how quickly he reduced her to nothing but a writhing mass of need.

But even as she seethed internally, she couldn't deny the warmth spreading through her lower belly, the throbbing ache between her thighs. She wanted to resist, to push back against him, but all she could do was squirm beneath his grip, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her bralette.

Chuckling darkly, Evren's grip tightened on her chin as he leaned closer, their noses nearly touching, "Such a feisty little thing, aren't you?" he mused, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip, savoring the way it trembled under his touch. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson," he murmured, his eyes flashing dangerously as his hand trailed down her neck to the hem of her top, fingers teasingly grazing her skin before slipping beneath the fabric.