RAVEN'S POV

The club pulsed with heavy bass and dim red lighting. Bodies pressed together on the dance floor while my friends screamed with laughter around the VIP table. Mia’s twenty-first birthday had turned filthy fast. Truth or Dare had started as jokes. Now it was dangerous.

The empty bottle pointed straight at me.

“Raven,” Mia grinned wickedly, eyes sparkling with tequila. “I dare you to find the hottest guy in this club and tell him to eat your pussy. No chickening out. Or you drink the entire penalty tray.”

My stomach flipped. The girls cheered and clapped.

I scanned the room and locked eyes on him.

He leaned against...