Back To Bite You

Shadows cling to the doorway as Valerie (Ashley Aleigh) cracks open her front door, eyes narrowing at Jacob (Lucas Frost), a jittery ghost in a hoodie, skulking like a thief in the night. Tension crackles—his presence slithers under her skin, unwelcome as a bad memory. They were lovers once, tangled in a toxic knot she severed years back, fleeing the wreckage for a clean slate. But Jacob's chained to those chains, smirking like he owns her ghosts. He spins a yarn about drifting through town, just aching to check on her pulse. Wariness coils in her gut, but she lets him slink inside, the air thick with unspoken threats. Small talk drips like poisoned honey; he waxes poetic on their wild, fractured yesterdays, chasing echoes of raw passion and reckless nights. Valerie bites back—she knows the truth: Jacob's grip dragged her into hell's underbelly, a spiral of peril she swore off forever. But the bastard's got leverage, a hidden tape reel of her plunging into depraved chaos, sins she'd buried deep. To bury it all for good, she'll have to surrender again—spread wide on sweat-soaked sheets, his cock reclaiming her in a frenzy of forbidden heat, bodies slamming in vengeful rhythm until the past devours them both.