The party is a blur of heat, alcohol, and reckless choices. The game? Dangerous. The tension? Suffocating. And sitting across from you, lounging like he owns the place, is him. Your enemy. The one person you shouldn’t want.

The bottle spins. Lands on you.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

A smirk. “What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve had about someone here?”

Your throat dries. You force yourself to scoff. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

More boos. “Penalty dare—sit on a guy’s lap for three rounds.”

Laughter erupts as they pick your enemy, Luke.

He spreads his legs, tapping his thigh. “Get comfy, sweetheart.”

You hesitate, but backing out isn’t an option. Settling onto his lap, his hands immediately find your waist, pulling you close. You feel every inch of him—hard muscle, firm grip, the way his breath fans against your neck when he leans in.

Another spin.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to let Luke whisper exactly how he’d ruin you in your ear.”

His lips graze your ear, his voice low, thick with something that makes your stomach twist.

“I’d have you pinned against the nearest wall, hands trapped, body trembling. I’d take my time—tease you until you’re begging, until you can’t think about anything except the way I feel against you. I’d make you say my name like it’s the only thing you know, make sure you drip for me before I even lay a hand where you want me most.”

His fingers squeeze your waist, just enough to make you gasp. His smirk is all satisfaction. “And the best part? You’d love every second of it.”