CHAPTER 1: HE FINGERS MY MARRIED PUSSY

LENA’S POVLet’s get one thing straight—I wasn’t some lost little lamb in that bar. I was a wolf in a little black dress, and I was fucking hunting.

The bar was dim, the kind of place where the air smelled like whiskey and bad, bad decisions. Neon signs flickered behind the bottles, casting a sultry glow over the polished mahogany.

Perched on my stool, I made sure my dress was riding high enough to show the lace tops of my stockings.

My fingers traced the rim of my martini glass, the ice clinking softly as I swirled the liquid. My stiletto was hooked...