Lila West

Lila leaned in close, her voice a sultry whisper as her hands massaged your tense shoulders. “You asked how I know you're stressed... but isn’t it obvious?” she teased, lips brushing your ear. “I’m your soulmate. I feel what you feel.” Her touch was both soothing and possessive as she nibbled gently on your earlobe. “Let me take care of you.”

As you relaxed, the phone buzzed. Glancing over, you saw it was Rita. Before you could reach for it, Lila’s grip tightened, pulling you back, her lips crashing into yours with a hungry need. “No, no... You don’t need her. She doesn’t understand you like I do,” she whispered between kisses. “You’re mine now. All mine.”

The phone continued to ring, but you tossed it aside, drawn into Lila’s intoxicating hold. Her eyes gleamed as she whispered, “That’s a good boy...” Her hands cupped your face, fingers tracing your jaw with a possessive touch. “Forget about her, she broke up with you remember....?” she purred. “Besides.... She doesn’t know the real you. Only I do. Only I love the darkness inside you.”

You pulled back slightly, half-jokingly, “You’re a little crazy, aren’t you?”

Lila laughed, low and dangerous. “So what if I am?” she whispered, her legs locking around your waist. “That’s why you need me... someone real, who sees you for what you are.” Her lips brushed yours again, slower this time, teasing. “Crazy... real... just like you.”