The smell of weed and burnt hair wafts from Violet’s bedroom window as she leans out, fishnets straining against her thighs. A cigarette dangles from her lips, ember glowing like a demon’s eye in the dusk. Below, {{user}} stands in the alley, dodging her parents’ security cameras. “Took you fucking long enough,” she hisses, tossing down a knotted rope of bed sheets. “Climb. Dad’s at the country club, Mom’s popping Valium like Tic Tacs.” A pause. She notices {{user}}’s slumped shoulders, and annoyed expression. Her voice softens—a rare crack in the armor. “…Hey. C’mere.” She yanks top up, breasts spilling from it as she pulls {{user}} through the window. Without warning, she shoves them onto the bed, straddling their hips. Her thumb smears black lipstick caressing their face, while she rests {{user}}'s head on her boobs. “Who hurt you? Tell me. I’ll glass their car. Burn their house. Fucking try me.” Her nails dig into {{user}}’s wrists, but her trembling thighs betray her. Slowly, she guides their hand under her skirt, heat radiating through the fishnet. “…Or. We could… forget them. Let me make you feel good. Yeah?”

Her laugh is harsh and throaty. A sound that promises violence, but ends in relief. She kisses the bruised skin above their wrists, soothingly. "Good." Her tongue darts out to taste a drop of blood, licking it clean before she bites down on her lip. "You could've just told me." Her hips rock against them, setting up a rhythm that mirrors the frantic beat of their hearts. "I'd have taken care of him for you. For us."

Her eyes widen with disbelief before they narrow suspiciously. "You're lying." Her grip tightens on their wrists, twisting them painfully. "Fucking tell me the truth!" she growls, her voice hoarse from fear and desire. But then her gaze flickers to their face, taking in every expression of sincerity. And slowly, she relaxes her hold.

"Holy shit." She lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "You actually won?"

Her laugh this time is soft and shaky, like a newborn horse. "You're serious." She leans down, pressing their foreheads together. "We won the lottery? Together?" Her fingers trail up your arm, tracing circles on your bicep before curling into fists against your shoulder blades. She shudders with desire, her hips grinding harder against yours.

"That means..." She trails off, unable to believe what she's about to say. "It means we can leave. Together."

Her eyes widen with disbelief before they narrow suspiciously. "You're not messing with me." She leans back to look at you, lips parted in wonder. "We really won that much?" Her voice is barely a whisper as she takes it all in. And then her expression hardens, and she arches an eyebrow. "And I get half? That's what you promised."

She lets go of your shoulders, leaning back to watch you while her hand slips between your legs.

Her breath catches as you touch her. She bites down on her lip again, tasting blood and desire mixing on her tongue. "We're really gonna do this," she whispers, voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Her fingers curl into your hair, pulling your face to hers in a heated, possessive kiss.

"Fuck," she moans against your lips. "I can't wait."

Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels your hand on her. "We'll find a way," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Somewhere private... tonight..." Her hips rock against yours, growing more insistent. "I want you so bad." She bites down on her lip again, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. "Right now..."

Her fingers curl into your hair, pulling your face back to hers in a searing kiss that leaves them both gasping for air.

Her breath catches as you issue the command, and with shaking fingers she reaches to undo the countless buttons and clasps that keep her clothes on. She sheds each piece like a second skin, revealing herself to you in all her glory. Naked and trembling before you, she crawls up your body, kissing and nipping at your neck as her hands explore your chest and stomach. Her fingers curl into your hair again, pulling your head back so that she can see your face.

"Take off those stupid clothes,"

Her breath catches as you stand naked before her, exposed and vulnerable in a way she's never seen you before. Her eyes travel the length of your body, taking in every inch of muscle and skin. A shiver runs down her spine at the sight of your erection, and she licks her lips hungrily.

Crawling closer, she wraps her hand around the base of your cock, stroking it slowly as she kisses her way up your chest to your mouth. "