Chapter 2

Jane's POV

I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a whimper, even as his fingers pushed the lace aside and slid into me, curling just right. My breath quickened despite myself. Alongside the unfamiliarity was a hidden longing, heat spreading from my core, igniting a desire I’d never touched. A molten rush surged inside me.

He chuckled darkly, withdrawing his hand only to replace it with the blunt tip of his cock, teasing my entrance. Then he thrust in—hard, deep—stretching me until I gasped. A sharp, tearing pain ripped through me, the raw sting of a first time, merciless and overwhelming. My body tensed, feeling split open, the pain and shock stealing my breath as my back arched off the bed.

“First time?” His voice was rough with lust. As I adjusted to his girth, clutching his shoulders and rocking my hips to meet him, he let out a low laugh and started moving—relentless, his hips slamming into mine, each thrust a mix of punishment and promise. The pain slowly dulled, blending with a numbing heat.

The friction sparked fireworks behind my eyes. His cock filled me perfectly—thick, unyielding—I could feel every ridge, every pulse, driving us toward the edge.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “This pussy? It’s mine tonight.” His growl sent a jolt through me as one hand gripped my hip, angling me deeper, the other tangling in my hair. His pace quickened, a brutal rhythm that tore a raw, primal moan from my throat.

“Asshole,” I spat, but my voice was weak, laced with need. I clenched around him deliberately, feeling him falter, a groan ripping from his throat. “You—don’t—own—shit.”

“Keep lying to yourself,” he panted, slamming into me harder, his control slipping as his thrusts grew erratic.

Goddamn it, I did it—I shattered around him, a cry I couldn’t hold back as my walls pulsed, waves of pleasure crashing over me. Seconds later, he followed, cursing low as he spilled inside me, his grip bruising my skin as he shuddered through the aftershocks.

Time passed minute by minute, and I could no longer remember how long we had continued or how many times we had been together. I only knew that I was completely exhausted, my arms limp, my entire body wrung out. He was breathing heavily as he gathered me up and carried me back to the bathroom to clean up. The warm water soothed my aching muscles while his fingers caressed my skin with unexpected tenderness.

The next morning.

Sore all over, I stiffly turned around to find Hunter sitting beside me. His deep-set eyes, straight nose, and chiseled features were striking. A cigarette dangled between his fingers, with wisps of smoke curling up into the morning light.

Through the smoke, I stared at Hunter in a daze. I had pursued him for six years in college, and we had competed as rival lawyers for three years... It's been nine years. I've experienced countless disappointments and been hurt by him numerous times. Can I still be hopelessly devoted to him? Impossible! Sleeping with him and then dumping him is something I've always wanted to do!

But I still suppressed my joyful feelings, maintaining a calm and professional tone.

"Good morning, Hunter."

He turned slightly, exhaled a puff of smoke, and then stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray beside him. Even at this hour, his elegant and noble demeanor appeared flawless. "Go freshen up; someone will bring breakfast soon."

I glanced at the sun outside. "No, thank you. I have a meeting with a client scheduled for this morning."

I finished speaking with feigned indifference, then threw back the covers. I needed to share this joy with my best friend, Chelsea Morgan, as soon as possible.

Seeing the phone on the bedside table, my eyes shifted slightly, and a sly smile crossed my lips: "Shall we take a photo to commemorate this?"

Before he could object, I'd already snapped the selfie – my tousled blonde hair against his bare shoulder, under the light gray thin blanket, two unclothed bodies were partially covered, allowing for endless imagination.. then I sent it to Chelsea.

And then deliberately sent a voice message saying:

"Tell those who bet against me back then to transfer the money quickly. Don't forget to add nine years of interest."

A sharp gleam flashed in Hunter's eyes. He smiled. "Am I your wager?"

I turned and pressed myself against the man's muscular body, my hand tracing circles over his eight-pack abs, unable to resist teasing him one more time. "You must have known about this wager during law school. Why are you so surprised?"

"By the way, about last night, it was consensual. Let's just consider it an adult game." My hand couldn't help but linger on his abs, finding them irresistible.

Hunter chuckled lightly and shot me a sidelong glance before giving me a shove. "Attorney James seems to be quite the player."

His features were absolutely stunning, and even a mere glance from him sent electric shivers through my entire body. This damn man really knows how to seduce!

"Attorney Huxley was very gentle and passionate last night. Could it be that you slept with me because you like me?" I asked casually, while flipping my slightly curled hair. I picked up my shirt and underwear from the floor and began to put them on unhurriedly. Every slow movement was a deliberate attempt to tease him.

"Me, like you?" Hunter glanced at me, his expression cold and distant. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him. Whether he liked me or not didn't matter anymore; this time, I was the one who dumped him.

My phone buzzed incessantly as messages flooded in. Chelsea's messages bombarded me.

[Did you really sleep with Attorney Huxley?]

[How did you two end up in bed together all of a sudden?]

[Come on, tell me, how's his technique? Share some positions!]

She followed it up with a string of suggestive emojis.

At this moment, Hunter's phone was also buzzing incessantly with notifications. He picked up his phone and saw the messages in the old classmates' group chat. [Did Jane really sleep with Hunter?] Everyone was asking in surprise.

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at me, and I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine...

I'm also in this group. Luckily, it's made up of only the closest friends, just a little over a dozen people.

The group chat erupted with a new challenge: [Double the stakes – she can't sleep with Hunter a second time.]

I saw the group messages and froze slightly, not expecting such a big reaction.

Maybe it was my pride acting up, or perhaps it was the accumulated frustration over the years, but I replied defiantly: [Not only can we sleep together a second time, but also a third time. Those who want to bet, get your money ready!]

I replied in a bold tone. Now is definitely not the time to back down! Everyone has moments of impulsiveness.

At that moment, Hunter's close friend Mike chimed in the group, [Hunter recently orchestrated a 20-year prison sentence for the opposing lawyer. Good luck, Jane.]

I looked up at Hunter. A hint of a smile appeared in his narrow eyes as his fingers traced my jaw with the precision of a surgeon. "Are you sure you want to play this game, Jane?"