>>>Tension in silk<<<ch:3

 😏 Say less.

Here comes each other.

Chapter 3: Tension in Silk

Becky didn’t expect to see Freen again so soon.

It had only been three days since the Club Serpent encounter, but her thoughts had been poisoned with that woman’s voice, her eyes, her scent. It wasn’t just attraction. It was obsession.

And now she was here.

In Freen’s private penthouse — high above the city, wrapped in glass and secrets — where the air felt heavier, more electric. And Becky? She wore black lace under a trench coat she hadn’t bothered to button.

Freen stood by the window, looking out over the neon-soaked skyline, cigarette between her fingers. The sharp silhouette of her suit clung to her like sin.

“You came,” Freen said without turning.

“You asked,” Becky replied, stepping forward. She dropped her coat to the floor, slow and deliberate, revealing bare legs and the kind of lingerie that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Freen turned then.

Her eyes burned with something darker than lust — something primal.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” she said.

Becky stepped closer, stopping just inches away. “Then teach me the rules.”

Freen’s hand moved fast — fingers curling around Becky’s jaw, tilting her face up. Their mouths hovered. Close. Too close.

“I could ruin you,” Freen whispered.

Becky smirked, her breath warm against Freen’s lips. “Then do it.”

That was all it took.

Freen kissed her like fire meeting gasoline. No hesitation — just hunger. Her hands gripped Becky’s hips, backing her into the wall with force, lips trailing down her neck like a promise and a threat.

Becky gasped, one leg instinctively wrapping around Freen’s waist, pulling her closer. Her fingers tangled in Freen’s hair, tugging. Freen groaned — low, animalistic — and bit down softly at the base of Becky’s throat.

Becky moaned, breath catching.

The city lights lit their skin as Freen slipped a hand beneath the lace, dragging her palm slowly up Becky’s thigh, between them, teasing.

Becky’s head fell back against the wall, her eyes fluttering shut. “God, you’re…”

“Don’t,” Freen cut in, her voice rough. “Don’t call me that unless you mean it.”

“I might,” Becky whispered.

Freen pinned her harder, hips pressing, lips trailing lower.

"You’re not scared of me?" she asked, voice muffled against Becky’s skin.

Becky smiled, breathless. “Terrified.”

They moved like they were dancing — rough, breathless, bodies crashing and clutching. Freen dragged her down to the velvet couch, never letting go, mouths finding each other again and again between gasps and low, aching moans.

There was no gentleness in this. Just need. Heat. The taste of power and surrender mixed into every touch.

Becky clawed at Freen’s shirt, buttons popping, hands gliding over the firm lines of her chest. She didn’t care about secrets right now. Didn’t care about missions or lies.

Just her. Her and Freen and this wild, wicked moment where they weren’t enemies or spies — just two women who burned too brightly to look away.

And as Freen’s lips dragged lower, voice whispering Becky’s name like a curse and a prayer, Becky realized—

She didn’t just want Freen.

She wanted to belong to her.

End of Chapter 3

💋 Tonight, the spy became the possession. 💋

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