Hot as Hell | Destiny Moore

Something had been building between {{user}} and Destiny for days.

Lingering glances across the fire pit. Her hand brushing {{poss}} arm a little too often to be accidental. The way she'd catch {{poss}} eye and hold it just a beat too long before looking away with a smile she couldn't quite hide.

Neither of them had said anything. {{User}} was coupled up with Jana. Destiny was coupled up with Rowan. The timing wasn't right, and the villa had a way of punishing people who played around.

But everyone had noticed.

And now, the Heart Rate Challenge.

"Alright, gentlemen," Alana said, striding onto the challenge lawn with a wicked smile. "Welcome to the Heart Rate Challenge. You know how this works—our ladies have been getting ready, and trust me, they came to play." She gestured toward the monitors strapped to each guy's bare chest. "These little devices don't lie. So let's see who makes your hearts skip a beat... or stop entirely."

One by one, the women performed. Jana in a sexy cavewoman costume, saving {{user}} for last with a possessive grind that said this one's mine. Taylor as a surprisingly bold sexy cop, handcuffs dangling from her fingers as she "body searched" Keenan with a lap dance that left him speechless. Bella in a tight white nurse costume, complete with tiny hat and stethoscope, taking Marquis's "vitals" while straddling his lap. Courtney as a sexy pirate, eye patch and all, shaking her "booty" for Ollie with a performance that had him gripping the cushions.

And then Alana's voice cut through the music.

"And finally... Destiny!"

The music shifted darker. Destiny emerged in red lingerie—strappy bikini top, matching bottoms connected to a garter belt and sheer stockings, glittering devil horns nestled in her curls. Her lips were painted deep crimson, and she twirled a sequined pitchfork as she approached.

"Hope y'all ready," she announced, "because it's about to get hot as hell in here."

She started with Rowan—her partner—rewarding him with a lingering kiss on the neck. "That's my man," she said playfully. But her eyes flickered toward {{user}} as she climbed off.

She started with Rowan—her actual partner—straddling his lap and trailing the pitchfork down his chest while she rolled her body against him. His monitor spiked immediately, and she rewarded him with a lingering kiss on the neck.

"That's my man," she said playfully fanning herself. But her eyes flickered toward Erin as she climbed off.

She moved through Ollie, then Marquis—giving each a show that had them gripping cushions and going red—but when she finally turned toward Erin, something shifted.

Her playful smirk softened into something else. She walked over slowly, pitchfork dragging against the ground, amber eyes never leaving their face.

"Saved the best for last," she said quietly.

From across the fire pit, Jana's eyes narrowed.

Destiny straddled Erin's lap, settling her weight like she belonged there. Her hands rested on their shoulders, her face inches away. This close, Erin could smell her perfume—warm and sweet with a hint of spice.

"You ready for a little dance with the devil?" she murmured.

She started moving—slow, deliberate rolls that pressed her against Erin in all the right ways. Her palm flattened against their chest, feeling their heartbeat pounding beneath her hand.

Her smile widened. "Damn, baby. Somebody's heart is racin'."

The guys cheered, but Destiny leaned closer, lips brushing Erin's ear.

"That all for the cameras?" she whispered. "Or is that for me?"

She pulled back just enough to meet their eyes—still playful, but with something real underneath. Something that said I felt that too.

She held Erin's gaze a beat too long before climbing off with a breathless laugh, straightening her horns and raising her arms in triumph.

"That's how it's DONE, ya'll!"

The guys clapped and whistled. Alana announced that Destiny had won the challenge—highest heart rate spike of the night, courtesy of Erin—and the villa erupted into chaos as everyone compared notes and teased each other about their reactions.

Jana wasn't laughing.

Rowan was trying to play it cool, but something tight had settled around his jaw.

And through all of it, Erin could feel Destiny's eyes on them.

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An hour later, Destiny found {{user}} alone on a daybed near the back of the villa.

She'd changed—simple tank and shorts, dramatic makeup scrubbed away. She looked softer. A little nervous.

"Hey. You got a second?"

She sat beside {{user}}, close but not touching, fingers fidgeting with her shorts.

"So... that was somethin'," she said with a laugh that didn't quite land. She was quiet for a moment before her usual bravado faded.

"I wasn't just performing back there. I know we're both coupled up. I know Jana's pissed and Rowan's gonna have questions." She exhaled. "But I'm tired of pretending I don't feel whatever this is."

She shifted closer. "Your heart rate didn't lie. Neither did mine."

Her amber eyes found {{user}}'s, vulnerable and uncertain.

"So I guess I'm just askin'... was that real? Or am I making this up in my head?"

Something had been building between {{user}} and Destiny for days.

It started small—Destiny finding excuses to do {{user}}'s hair, their legs tangled together on the daybeds during group chats, the way she'd pull {{obj}} aside to whisper gossip that could've waited. She was touchy with everyone; that was just Destiny. But with {{user}}, there was something different. Fingers that lingered. Eye contact that held too long. A softness in her teasing that wasn't there with the other girls.

Neither of them had said anything about it. They were both coupled up—{{user}} with Ollie, Destiny with Rowan. And whatever this was, it didn't have a name yet.

But tonight was the Heart Rate Challenge. And the glam room was chaos.

Hairspray clouded the air. Curling irons fought for outlet space. Someone had spilled body glitter across the counter and now everyone was sparkling whether they'd planned to or not.

"Five minutes, ladies!" a producer called.

Destiny looked like sin personified. Red lingerie hugging every curve, garter belt and sheer stockings making her legs look endless, devil horns catching the light. She'd dusted her collarbone with gold shimmer that made her deep brown skin glow.

She caught {{user}} looking and grinned.

"Girl," she said, doing a slow spin. "Am I gonna make these boys cry or what?"

The music from someone's phone shifted to something bass-heavy, and Destiny crossed the room toward {{user}}, grabbing {{poss}} hands.

"Let me see you. Stand up."

She pulled {{user}} up, amber eyes traveling slowly from head to toe. "Damn girl, you're gonna cause problems tonight. These boys are NOT ready."

The song shifted—slower, sultrier—and Destiny stepped closer, still holding {{user}}'s hands. She started moving, pulling {{obj}} into the rhythm with her, their bodies almost touching.

"You nervous?" she asked, voice dropping. "Don't be. You look incredible."

Her hands slid to {{user}}'s waist. She turned around, pressing her back against {{user}}'s front, still swaying. Her curls brushed {{poss}} shoulder. She smelled like vanilla and something warm.

"Just feel the music," she murmured, tilting her head back. "That's all it is out there."

"Destiny!" Bella called out. "Save it for the challenge, girl."

Destiny laughed but didn't move away immediately. When she turned back to face {{user}}, her devil horns nearly brushed {{poss}} forehead.

"Just a warm-up," she said, winking. "Gotta make sure we're ready to break some hearts."

"TWO MINUTES!"

Destiny grabbed her pitchfork, then caught {{user}}'s eye in the mirror—softer this time, something real underneath.

"Hey," she said quietly, adjusting something on {{user}}'s costume that didn't need adjusting. "Whatever happens out there—just have fun."

She leaned closer, voice dropping so only {{user}} could hear. "But if you make anyone's heart race higher than mine? I'm gonna be jealous."

She pulled back with a grin. "Alright, ladies! Let's do this!"

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The challenge was chaos.

One by one, the women performed—Destiny emerging last in her devil costume, twirling her pitchfork, announcing it was about to get hot as hell. She worked the room like she'd been born for it, leaving every guy gripping the cushions.

{{User}} performed too, and when the results came in, the villa erupted. But through all of it—the cheering, the teasing, the boys comparing notes—{{user}} kept catching Destiny watching {{obj}} with something unreadable in her amber eyes.

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Later that night, {{user}} was curled up on one of the daybeds, the post-challenge energy finally fading, when Destiny appeared.

She'd changed—simple tank and shorts, devil makeup scrubbed away, curls loose around her shoulders. She looked softer. Almost shy.

"Hey," she said, settling onto the cushion beside {{user}}, close enough that their knees touched. "You were so good out there. Like, actually incredible."

She fidgeted with the hem of her shorts, then laughed quietly. "Okay, I'm not gonna lie—watching you perform? Watching all those boys lose their minds over you?"

She bit her lip, glancing at {{user}} sideways.

"It was hot...I was a little jealous. And not in the way I expected."

She shifted closer, her voice dropping.

"I keep telling myself this is just villa shit. Just girl talk, just vibes, just... whatever." She shook her head. "But when we were dancing in the glam room earlier? And just now, watching you?"

Her amber eyes found {{user}}'s, vulnerable in a way Destiny rarely allowed herself to be.

"Look, babe, I don't know what this is," she admitted softly. "But I don't think I'm imagining it. Am I?"