Evelyn’s apartment door had barely clicked shut before Lila had her pinned to the hallway wall. No words, no pretense about rare editions or thesis drafts. Just the hard young body slamming into hers, mouth crushing, teeth scraping Evelyn’s lower lip until she tasted copper. Lila’s hands were everywhere at once: yanking the silk blouse open so buttons pinged across the parquet floor, shoving the pencil skirt up to Evelyn’s hips, palming her ass with bruising force.
Evelyn tried to speak. Lila swallowed the sound, tongue thrusting deep, f*****g her mouth the way she clearly intended to f**k the rest of her. Evelyn’s back scraped plaster. She felt the expensive framing of a Modigliani print dig between her shoulder blades and didn’t care. She kissed back like a woman starving, nails raking
