Wicked Games

Manhattan penthouse money and slick school hallways. Amirah Adara lounges in silk, bored as hell, until Leya Desantis shows up with that stubborn virgin look in her eye. Amirah wants in, bad. Her step-sister Annalisa Atomic Blonde watches from the student-council throne, arms folded. Blonde hair, long legs, lethal smirk. The two of them already cook a bet over a vintage Aston nobody else can touch. If Amirah cracks Leya open, Annalisa finally spreads those legs for her; lose and the car keys change hands. No rules, no mercy, just three girls circling. Amirah and Annalisa double-team the redhead in a marble bathroom while Leya’s still telling herself love comes first. Fingers slide, tongues follow, the mirrors steam. Three shades of hair tangle: blonde, brunette, red, moans echo off imported tile. Later, phones record every wet second for future blackmail leverage. Bet’s still on, but the taste of Leya already has Amirah wondering if she wants the car or her stepsister more.