Dinner shouldn't be dangerous.
But with Lila, nothing is safe.
Not my mind. Not my body. Not even the goddamn dinner table.
Mashed potatoes, grilled chicken and Tax talk.
Dad was explaining deductions, mom was pouring wine and under the table?
Lila's foot was sliding slowly, deliberately... up the inside of my leg.
I froze mid-bite. Her toes curled behind me then crept higher. Then higher.
I cleared my throat, shifting in my seat. She didn't stop.
"Eli?" Mom asked, looking up. "You okay. sweetheart?"
"Y-yeah. Just-hot."
"I told you we shouldn't have turned off the A/C," Dad muttered, stabbing his peas.
> No, Dad. The problem isn't the A/C. The problem is your stepdaughter playing footsie with my hard-on while you're talking about capital gains.
And now she was pressing her arch right into my bulge.
---
I glanced at Lila.
She smiled at me, innocent as an angel but her eyes?
Succubus fire. Smoldering, amused and dangerous.
"So," Mom said, passing the bread, "Lila how's school?"
"It's great," Lila chirped, stroking slow circles against me. "People are so friendly."
"You making friends?" Dad asked.
"I don't need many," she said, gaze locked on mine. "I just need one person."
Her toes curled against me. My hips bucked.
I almost moaned.
"Eli's been really helpful," she added sweetly. "He's... hands-on."
I choked on my water.
Mom patted my back.
Lila squeezed her foot harder.
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After dinner, I raced to my room.
My pants were tight. My mind was fried. My entire body was screaming for relief.
And then?
The door opened.
Lila slipped inside and closed it behind her. Softly.
Slowly. Predatory.
"You're welcome," she said.
"You're insane."
"I made dinner more exciting."
"You molested me with your foot while my dad talked about retirement."
"And you got so hard," she purred, stepping toward me. "You looked like you were going to explode.
"I almost did.'
"So let me help you finish."
I backed up, but the bed caught me.
She pushed me down, climbed on top like she belonged there like she always had.
Her legs straddled mine.
Her fingers slid under my shirt.
Her hips ground down, rubbing that heat into my still-hard length.
"You love it when I tease you," she whispered.
"You love torturing me." I muttered
"Same thing."
She leaned down, lips brushing my ear.
"I could ride you right now," she whispered. "Quiet and slow. They'd never hear."
"Lila-" I whimpered.
"You'd have to stay silent. Even when I squeeze. Even when I clench." She teased.
I bit my lip.
"You think you could handle that?" she teased again. "Or would you cry for Mommy the second I started bouncing?"
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Eli?" Dad's voice came from behind the door.
We both froze.
"Wi-Fi's down. Can you come fix it?"
"Y-yeah!" I called. "Just... gimme a second!"
Lila smirked.
Then, without hesitation, her hand slid into my waistband and wrapped around me.
"Don't you dare-"
"Shh," she whispered. "Be still."
She stroked me.
Slow and gentle. The kind of touch that felt dangerous because of how soft it was.
"This is how I own you," she whispered. "Not with claws. Not with fangs. Just a hand, a squeeze, and that look in your eyes like you'd beg if I told you to."
"Lila-please-"
"Not until you leak for me." She purred.
I squirmed beneath her.
She didn't stop.
Every stroke was maddening - just on the edge, just shy of what I needed.
"You'll go help Dad with this mess still throbbing. She smirked.
she whispered. "Still aching. Still thinking about me."
She leaned in and licked a slow line along my neck.
"And later tonight?" she whispered. "I finish what I started. No hands and no mercy. Just my tongue and your complete surrender."
She stood, fixing her shirt like nothing happened.
"Have fun with the router."
She opened the door, tossed me a wink, and left.
And I just lay there, Sweating, aching and throbbing.
Harder than hell and nowhere to go.
Every inch of me still twitching with the ghost of her touch —
and the promise of what comes next.