⚠️This is a dark, thrilling lesbian romance that explores survival, lust, and the blurred line between love and ruin.
Trigger Warnings: Substance abuse, graphic sexual content, emotional trauma, explicit language.

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The second I stepped outside, the heat slapped me in the face. The streets smelled like hot concrete and fried food from the corner store, sweat sticking to my skin under my thin jacket I couldn't shake the ghost of Ty's eyes from my head like she'd seen every filthy thought I'd had, every shiver that still made my legs weak.

I needed to focus. Ray's voice was still in my ear, that low, sharp promise. I had until Friday. My stomach twisted. I pulled my hoodie tighter even though it was hot as fuck, tried to hide how my skin still felt electric from what I'd done in my room.

I hit up Tasha, this older girl I knew who ran a little side hustle cleaning houses for cash, no questions asked. She was cool, smoked too much weed and laughed at everything. She had me wiping down countertops and mopping floors in this old lady's house on the edge of town.

Tasha watched me with a knowing grin. "You look like you seen a ghost, Mia. Or maybe you just need some dick to calm you down."

I laughed it off, but my face burned. "Nah, just tired," I muttered, scrubbing harder. My hands smelled like Pine-Sol, but my mind was stuck on Ty her strong shoulders, the slow, deep roll of her hips. My pussy throbbed every time I thought about it.

"Mmhmm," Tasha said, leaning back against the doorframe. "Girl, you better get you some. You walk around here like you need it bad."

I didn't answer. I kept my head down, but inside I wanted it. God, I wanted it. The memory of Ty's voice in that video was burned into me "Yeah, take it, baby... fuck..." I felt it in my gut every time I blinked.

When we finished, Tasha handed me some folded-up bills. "Tell that motherfucker Ray you got it covered," she said, her tone flipping to real serious for once. "And stay safe, baby girl. Ain't no dick worth your life."

I nodded, clutching the money tight. My fingers were trembling a little.

I went home and took the longest shower I could stand, the water burning hot. I pressed my forehead to the tile, trying to wash off the ache Ty left in me. But it wouldn't go away. My fingers drifted between my legs, the water sliding over my skin like a slow tease. I thought about Ty her thick veins, the way her lips would part just a little before she'd taste me. I bit my lip and let my fingers circle slow, matching the rhythm she had in that video. My breath turned ragged, soft whimpers bouncing off the walls.

I came hard, shaking and gasping, but it wasn't enough. It only made me want more.

When I got out, I threw on a black shirt and pink panties. I didn't even bother with pants just needed to feel clean, like I wasn't losing my mind. The air from the fan hit my wet skin, and I shivered.

Serenity hit me up. "Bitch, you coming to that party tonight?"

I hesitated. "What party?"

"Ty's cousin throwing it. She's gonna be there."

My pulse jumped. "Oh."

Serenity caught the tone in my voice. "Oh? Don't act brand new. You know you wanna see her."

I rolled my eyes, but my lips twitched. "You're stupid."

"Bitch, I'm right though. I'll swing by and we'll roll together."

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At the Party...

The party was packed, hot bodies pressed together, bass so deep it felt like it was crawling up my legs. I clutched a red cup, the cheap liquor burning my throat.

Serenity was all over the place, dancing with some girl in a mini skirt, her laughter ringing out above the music. I leaned against the wall, trying not to look for Ty. But it was useless. She was there, leaning back against a pillar like she owned the whole room. Her black shirt hugged her strong chest and arms, the red stitching on her True Religion jacket catching the low light. Chains rested heavy against her neck, gold glinting every time she tilted her head.

She caught my eye and didn't look away. My breath stuttered. She lifted her cup just a little, that slow smirk spreading across her lips. My stomach flipped.

Serenity was back, pulling me to the bar. "Stop standing there like a fucking groupie," she teased, voice low and close. "Go talk to her."

I shook my head, nerves and want tangling in my gut. "I'm not about to—"

She cut me off. "Bitch, don't play. You been thinking about her all day."

I looked away, embarrassed, but she was right. Every time I blinked, I saw Ty's hips, the deep drag of her strap, the way she owned that girl. The way I wanted her to own me.

Ty Comes Closer...
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Ty moved through the crowd, slow and confident. When she stopped in front of me, the music felt like it dropped out for a second. She leaned in, her voice smooth as silk.

"You good, shorty?" Her breath was warm on my neck, the heat of her body making me shiver.

"Yeah," I said, my voice small, breathless.

She smiled, that slow curl of her lips. "You look good."

My heart pounded. I tried to play it off, but my thighs pressed together. "You too," I managed.

She didn't say anything else. Just looked at me, slow and steady, her eyes dark like she could see every dirty thought I'd ever had. Then she walked away, the ghost of her touch lingering like smoke on my skin.

I stood there, body humming, watching Ty disappear into the crowd. My cup was empty, my head buzzing, my panties damp from the way she looked at me.

Serenity came back, eyes wide. "Bitch. What'd she say to you?"

I just shook my head, cheeks hot. "Nothing," I whispered. But it wasn't nothing. It was everything.