The Lagos club was loud and dark, bass shaking the walls like it wanted to crawl inside your bones. Hadassa stood near the bar in her tight black dress, the kind that hugged every curve and made men stare. The fabric clung to her full breasts and round ass, short enough to show off her smooth thighs.
Victor spotted her from across the room. Tall, broad shoulders, dark skin glowing under the flashing lights. His eyes locked on hers and something hot sparked between them. No smile, no hello. Just pure hunger.
He walked over, didn’t ask. Just pulled her onto the dance floor and pressed his body against hers. The music was slow and dirty. Hadassa felt his hands slide down her waist, gripping her hips hard. She pushed back into him, grinding her ass against the thick bulge growing in his jean
