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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. Mia's POV

Serenity leaned in, her brow arched. "What Ty say to you?"

I pulled my jacket tighter around me, trying to brush it off. "Nothing."

She rolled her eyes, lips curling. "Nothing my ass. You been looking for her all night."

I didn't answer. I Couldn't. My heart was thumping too loud, still tasting the way Ty's eyes had burned through me. I felt the weight of her True Religion jacket like it was still pressed to my skin black denim hugging those muscles, the white tee snug underneath.

"Come on," Serenity said, pulling at my arm. "Let's get the fuck up outta here."

We pushed through the crowded room, bass heavy, bodies moving slow and lazy under the haze of weed and sweat. Outside, the air hit me thick and damp, the city night stretching out like a pulse.

I was adjusting the brown jacket around my shoulders when some dude stumbled into me, eyes glassy.

"Watch where you going, bitch," he spat.

Before I could say a word, Serenity was there, stepping in front of me. "You got the wrong one"

He looked her up and down, sizing her up. "Who you think you talking to?"

"Somebody who's gonna get rocked if he don't back the fuck up," she shot back, calm and cold.

He muttered something under his breath, shoving past us. The tension in the air snapped like a rubber band.

Serenity turned to me, her face softening. "You good?"

I nodded, trying to catch my breath. "Yeah. Just... ready to go."

We walked away from the party, the city's heat and noise still buzzing around us. My thoughts were already somewhere else back with Ty. The way her voice had dropped low, the way she'd looked at me like she could see every part of me.
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.Mia's Room

Back home, I dropped my jacket and stepped out of my jeans, slipping into an oversized shirt.My skin was still buzzing from the memory of Ty's voice, that heat in her stare. My fingers moved on autopilot, pulling the toy Serenity had bought me as a joke from the back of the drawer. I'd never really used it, but tonight I needed it.

At first, it was just my fingers, slow and teasing, slipping over wet skin. I let the toy nudge at my entrance, the stretch so new I sucked in a sharp breath.

I pushed it deeper, inch by inch, the way it filled me making my head spin. My back arched off the bed, hips rolling to meet the slow thrusts. It was overwhelming too much and not enough all at once. My breath caught, gasping with every drag against my walls.

I imagined Ty's hands guiding the toy, her low voice in my ear "You feel that, baby? Take it for me." My thighs were shaking, pleasure curling tight in my belly.

The toy was too big, too much, and it only made it better. I rocked harder, hips jerking, my breath a ragged mess. My fingers slipped on the plastic, my skin flushed and sweaty, the sheets twisted under me.

When I came, it was a silent scream, my whole body locking up. My toes curled, heart racing, tears slipping down my cheeks as the pleasure finally crashed over me. I collapsed back, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling like it was the night sky outside.
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Same dark sky.

Ty gripped the wheel, bass rumbling low as Chris Brown's "Lights Out" thumped through the SRT. Jazz sat beside her, lips glossy, eyes locked on Ty like she was daring her to make a move.

"You always drive like you wanna get somewhere fast," Jazz said, voice smooth but teasing.

Ty glanced sideways, a slow smirk tugging at her lips. "I got places to be. But I like making stops along the way."

Jazz bit her lip, breath hitching. "You talk a big game. What you gonna do?"

Ty's voice dropped, low and thick. "I'm gonna make you forget where we even was headed."

Jazz's fingers traced slow circles on Ty's leg. "Bet you say that to all your girls."

Ty's hand slid under Jazz's shorts, fingers pressing gentle at first, just enough to feel the heat pooling there. Jazz's breath hitched, hips pushing forward.

"You sure you wanna do this right now?" Jazz murmured, voice thick and low.

Ty didn't take her eyes off the road. "Why not? Ain't gotta wait 'til we get home."

Jazz smiled, that crooked, hungry smile Ty knew too well. "You always this impatient or just when I'm around?"

Ty's fingers slipped inside slow, teasing, feeling Jazz tremble under her touch. "Depends on the mood. Tonight, I'm all about making you burn."

Jazz leaned in, lips brushing Ty's ear. "Mmm, you got me burning, baby. Keep going."

Ty's thumb circled, slow and deliberate. "You so wet for me, Jazz. You like that?"

Jazz moaned softly, nails digging into Ty's shoulder. "Yeah... feels real good. You always this gentle when you're about to fuck me?"

Ty smirked, voice low and gravelly. "Nah, just wait."

Jazz laughed breathlessly, hips pushing harder against Ty's fingers. "You talk too much. Just do it."

Ty slid her fingers deeper, curling slow, making Jazz gasp and arch into her touch.

"Fuck, Ty," Jazz whispered, breath thick, voice already slick. "You drivin' me crazy."

Ty kept her eyes on the road, hand steady even as Jazz's moans grew louder, the car fogging up around them.

Jazz tugged at Ty's jacket, teeth grazing her neck. "You ain't even halfway there."

Ty's lips twitched into a grin. "That's the point. Gotta make you beg."

Jazz grabbed Ty's thigh, voice a husky whisper. "You got me right where you want me."

Ty's fingers moved faster, hips shifting to grind against Jazz's, chasing every tremble, every soft cry.

They didn't make it home.

Ty pulled the SRT off the road, killing the engine. Jazz wasted no time, sliding up into Ty's lap, lips crashing against hers, teeth clashing, tongues tangling.

Ty's hands were everywhere sliding under her skirt, tugging at her shirt, fingers finding slick heat that was desperate for more.

Jazz's breath hitched, nails scraping down Ty's back. "You so wet... God, Ty..."

Ty growled low, sliding inside slow, deep, hips pressing hard against Jazz's heat.

Jazz gasped, trembling, hips pushing up, hungry and raw.

The windows fogged, the car rocking faintly with their rhythm.

Ty's phone buzzed, lights flashing a string of calls and texts from Lexi. Ty ignored it, eyes on Jazz, fingers still moving, hips grinding.

Jazz's moans grew louder, body tightening beneath Ty's touch.

"Fuck, Ty... don't stop," she begged, voice thick with need.

Ty's lips brushed Jazz's ear. "You're mine tonight. Gonna fuck you till you forget everything else."

Ty's hands roamed up Jazz's back, pulling her in tighter as their hips ground together, the leather seats creaking under them. Jazz's head fell back, mouth open in a soft moan as Ty's fingers slipped deeper, harder, every stroke sending another shiver through her.

"Goddamn, Ty," Jazz gasped, her voice shaking as she rocked down onto Ty's hand, chasing that burn building deep in her core. "You tryna kill me in this car?"

Ty's lips curved into a slow, dirty grin. "If you come, that's on you, baby."

Jazz's nails scraped down Ty's arms, fingers gripping hard. "Fuck don't stop."

Ty's thumb found that sensitive spot, rubbing circles slow and deliberate, the heat in the car making them both slick with sweat. Jazz's hips jerked, every breath a broken moan.

"Shit right there," Jazz whimpered, head falling forward so their foreheads touched. "You got me, Ty."

Ty's voice was a low growl, raw and thick. "Say it louder."

"You got me," Jazz gasped, hips grinding faster, deeper, desperate for release. "Fuck you got me."

Ty's fingers never slowed, the wet sounds of Jazz's need filling the tight space, every stroke rougher, harder, until Jazz's body tensed, thighs shaking as her orgasm ripped through her in waves.

Jazz's cries echoed in the car, a hot, slick mess that made Ty's blood burn hotter.

Ty didn't let her come down slow.

She kept her hand there, fingers moving slow and firm as Jazz gasped and squirmed in her lap. "Don't move," Ty said, voice sharp, commanding. "I'm not done with you yet."

Jazz's breath came in ragged gasps. "Ty—shit—I can't—"

Ty's eyes locked on hers, dark and hungry. "Yes, you can. You're gonna take every bit of it."

Jazz whimpered, but she didn't pull away. Her hips twitched as Ty pushed her over the edge again, faster this time, hard and sweet, the car rocking under them.

When Jazz finally slumped back, trembling and spent, Ty pressed a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. "Get in the house," she ordered, voice low and calm. "I'm not done with you yet."
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.In the Living Room

The door slammed shut behind them, and Ty had Jazz pinned against it in seconds hands gripping her thighs, lips crashing together in a kiss that tasted like sweat and want.

Jazz moaned into Ty's mouth, fingers fumbling at Ty's shirt. Ty's hands slid down, gripping Jazz's ass, lifting her off the ground like she weighed nothing.

"Where you want me to take you, baby?" Ty rasped, breath hot against her lips.

"Anywhere," Jazz gasped. "Everywhere."

Ty didn't waste time.

She carried Jazz into the living room, dropping her onto the couch in a sprawl of limbs and heated skin. Jazz tried to sit up, but Ty was already there, fingers sliding her skirt down, mouth trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck.

"Let me see baby," Ty said, voice soft but demanding.

Jazz obeyed, legs falling open as Ty knelt between them, fingers tracing every inch of soft, slick skin. She leaned in, tongue teasing the sensitive flesh, tasting her slow and deep.

Jazz's head fell back, a low, keening sound slipping from her throat. "Fuck—Ty—"

Ty's tongue moved in slow circles, fingers stroking in time, the heat between them a live wire. She licked deeper, rough and tender all at once, savoring the way Jazz's thighs quivered under her hands.

"Goddamn—yes," Jazz cried out, fingers tangled in Ty's hair, hips grinding up to meet every flick and swirl of Ty's tongue. "Don't stop—please—"

Ty's fingers pushed inside again, curling to that perfect spot, tongue flicking faster, drawing out every broken sound. Jazz's legs tightened around Ty's shoulders, pulling her closer as she came apart for the second time that night.

Ty didn't stop. She pulled back just enough to smirk up at her. "We're not done Ma'Ma,I'm going to fuck you till you can't even say my name."

Jazz's breath came in short, frantic gasps. "Do it."

Ty dragged Jazz up, pulling her to her feet and turning her around, bending her over the back of the couch. She made jazz rub her clit until she got got the strap.She pressed in close, hips grinding slow as she slid inside, the angle deep and perfect.

Jazz gasped, fingers gripping the couch, nails leaving faint trails. "Ty—shit—"

Ty set a rhythm, slow and deep, every thrust deliberate, pulling soft, desperate cries from Jazz's lips. The living room echoed with their breath, the wet sounds of skin on skin, the rough scratch of nails on fabric.

Ty's hands roamed, gripping Jazz's hips, fingers sliding around to find her clit and rub slow circles, sending another wave of pleasure through her.

Jazz's voice cracked, every word a moan. "Fuck—fuck—don't stop—"

Ty's voice was a low, hot whisper against Jazz's ear. "You take it so good, baby. You feel that? That's all mine."

Jazz whimpered, body shuddering as Ty drove deeper, faster, her voice lost in the crash of pleasure.
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.In the Bedroom

They stumbled into the bedroom, sweat slicked bodies tangled, lips never parting. Ty pushed Jazz onto the bed, crawling over her slow, fingers teasing every inch of skin.Ty took the strap off eagerly as jazz devoured her with her eyes barely alive.

"Open your mouth," Ty growled, pulling her jeans down, her own breath ragged.

Jazz obeyed, lips parting, eyes locked on Ty's as she sank to her knees, mouth hot and eager.

Ty tangled her fingers in Jazz's hair, guiding her closer. "Look at me," she ordered, voice low and rough.

Jazz looked up, eyes dark and needy as she took Ty into her mouth, slow and deep. Ty's breath caught, fingers tightening in her hair as her hips rocked forward.

"Fuck baby just like that," Ty groaned, voice shaking.

Jazz went faster, tongue flicking, lips wrapped tight, sucking slow and soft before pulling back and letting her tongue drag along her sensitive clit. Ty's body jerked, a low, hungry sound slipping from her lips.

"Goddamn, Jazz," Ty hissed, hand tightening, guiding her pace. "You feel so good."

Jazz moaned around her, the vibration sending shivers down Ty's spine. She didn't hold back getting sloppier and moving her head as Ty bucked her hips, letting Ty feel every bit of her need.

Ty's hips rocked, faster now, breath ragged as she chased that edge. Jazz took it all, moans muffled by the heat of her mouth, hands steady on Ty's thighs.

When Ty finally came, it was a slow, grinding climax hips jerking, voice rough as she spilled deep in Jazz's mouth.

Ty pulled her up, kissing her slow and hard, tasting herself on Jazz's lips. "You're all mine," she whispered, voice raw and breathless.

Jazz smiled, eyes bright with heat and love. "Yes baby,I'm all yours."