The Crusher's Forbidden Kiss

Camila “Could you repeat that? I do not think I heard you correctly.” The question left my mouth without my permission. I looked at Ethan as if he had just suggested something truly monstrous. He was moving back and forth in the center of our living room, a man trying to talk himself into a terrible plan. He kept dragging his fingers through his untidy brown hair, as though the gesture could make his proposal seem any less crazy. He wanted us to see other people. Or even more shocking, to invite another woman into our private life. We started dating in high school, growing up from clumsy kids into adults who believed they understood love. I had watched him change from a thin boy into a man with a strong build and a face that often drew attention from other women. And now he was here, suggesting we give away a part of what belonged only to us, as if six years of being faithful was no longer enough for him. He continued to speak, presenting the idea as if it were a relationship exercise. “It might help us feel more connected,” he claimed, his gaze avoiding my own. More connected? We shared a home. We shared a bed. Just last night, I had welcomed him into my body while we relaxed on the couch. How much more connected could two people possibly be? “Let me see if I understand,” I said, speaking with deliberate calm. “You want to be with other women and still claim you are being true to me. Is that the basic idea?” “Camila, you are twisting my words,” he argued, his nervous energy keeping him in motion. “If we both consent, it is not being unfaithful. It is just expanding our boundaries.” A dry, humorless laugh escaped me. “You want every possible pleasure without any sacrifice. So, tell me, was I not sufficient for you? Or do you just need a new story to tell your friends?” “I love you, Camila. I truly do,” he said, moving a step toward me. “But have you never been curious about what it would be like with another person? We have never known anyone else.” “Absolutely not,” I stated without emotion. “I made a promise to you.” “Please, just consider the possibility. You could end up enjoying it.” I offered him a smile that held no warmth. “Well, I might consider a threesome. But only if the other person is a man.” Ethan’s head lifted quickly. “No. That is not happening. I have no interest in being with another man.” I almost laughed out loud. “Naturally. The idea is only good when it is something you want.” He tried a different approach, his tone gentler. “We do not have to involve anyone here. We could date other people separately. Just casual encounters, no emotions. No one develops feelings. No one gets upset.” “Simple,” I said, my voice flat. “Ethan, I believed what we had was special.” He let out a long breath. “It is. But being in love does not mean you own the other person.” I stared at him, sensing a shift inside myself. Finally, I gave a single nod. “All right, Ethan. You want an open relationship? You have one.” “Wait, Camila, I did not mean we should start this minute…” I did not listen. I was already heading for our bedroom. I opened the closet door and found the red dress he always disliked, the one that followed the shape of my body and ended high on my thighs. I put it on, picked up the tall heels that lengthened my legs, and looked at myself in the mirror. My heart gave a single, strong beat, but my anger kept me calm. If he wanted to change the rules, I would show him how to win. I walked into the bathroom and started the shower. The hot water filled the room with steam as I washed my hair and body. I shaved, rinsed, and stepped out, drying myself with a towel. My long black hair curled down to the middle of my back. I applied my makeup slowly, using bronze and brown shades on my eyes and a bold red on my lips. The woman in the mirror looked powerful, ready for a fight, and completely finished with Ethan’s nonsense. “You are complete,” I said to my reflection. “There is nothing missing in you. He is the one having a problem he is not prepared to handle.” I took my small purse, put my phone, identification, a credit card, my keys, and some money inside, and walked toward the front door. “Where are you going?” Ethan asked, his voice unsteady. “I am starting our new open relationship,” I said. “It seems like a great night to go out and find some incredible pleasure.” “Camila, please, I did not say we should do this tonight.” I looked at him with an expression that conveyed all of my feelings. “You created this situation, Ethan. Now you have to live with it.” I walked out before he could say another word. The outside air was cool against my skin. I took out my phone and called my sister. “Hello?” Kayla’s voice was clear and energetic, with the sounds of laughter and men talking behind her. “Where are you?” I asked. “I am at the MC, sweetie. What is going on?” “I need to meet you. It is really important.” She paused. “Camila, are you certain? The Lords of Chaos club is not a very friendly place for newcomers.” “Kayla, I can handle myself. You know I can.” Kayla laughed. “Yes, I remember when you broke Michael Davis’s nose our first year of high school. Dad was so angry.” I could not help but smile. “Just like that. So, can I come?” “Of course. I will let the club president know you are on your way. And Camila, you should probably wear something that makes a statement.” “I already am.” I ended the call and requested a car. The driver looked me over when I got in, his gaze staying on me for a moment too long. “Are you sure about this address?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “The Lords of Chaos Motorcycle Club.” He let out a soft whistle. “A woman dressed like you might find some problems there.” “Did I request your thoughts?” He chuckled. “Okay, that is fair. But if you are looking for company, I finish work at midnight.” He was attractive, in a youthful way, but he was not the type of excitement I wanted. I gave a small smile and stayed silent. Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the club. The building stood behind a metal gate, with loud music throbbing from within. A broad, muscular man was standing watch. His leather vest had the word “Prospect” on it, and a small dagger hung from his ear. “What do you need, miss?” he asked, looking at me with a teasing grin. “I am here for Kayla.” He made a quick phone call, smiled at me, and then opened the gate. “Go right in.” As I walked past him, he made a playful noise. I turned back, smiled, and winked at him. His laughter trailed behind me as I approached the solid door. I stopped for a moment, took a deep breath, and said quietly to myself, “Okay. Time to begin.” Then I took the handle and walked in.