Killian’s POV I sat in the VIP booth, nursing another drink, my eyes scanned the crowded dance floor. The pulsing lights and thumping bass created a disorienting atmosphere, but my gaze zeroed in on a familiar figure. Elaine. She was dancing with some guy I vaguely recognized from school.My grip tightened around the glass as I watched them. Elaine's movements were fluid, uninhibited, and completely wrapped up in the music and the stranger's touch. She giggled, her head thrown back in apparent enjoyment, her body grinding against his with an abandon that made my stomach churn.The guy's hands roamed freely over her, pulling her closer, his lips tracing the curve of her neck. I felt a surge of anger and disgust watching them, the way she melted into his touch, the way she seemed to lose herself in the moment. It was a stark reminder of the complex, conflicting feelings I had about her.Elaine's laughter cut through the noise, a bright, carefree sound that only fueled my irritation. H
Elaine’s POV I was in the bathroom, taking a moment to myself, when I heard the door creak open. Assuming it was another girl coming in to freshen up, I paid it no mind, continuing with my business. But as I glanced up, I froze.It wasn't a girl who had entered the bathroom—it was the guy I had been dancing with earlier. His silhouette was outlined by the soft glow of the lights, and as he stepped further into the room, his features became clearer.My heart skipped a beat as he approached, a cocky grin playing on his lips. "Hey there," he said, his voice low and husky. "Fancy seeing you here."I felt a surge of panic rise in my chest. What was he doing in the women's bathroom? And why did he seem so intent on continuing where we had left off on the dance floor?"I... I think you've got the wrong room," I stammered, my voice trembling slightly.But he just smirked, stepping closer until he was mere inches away. "Come on, sweetheart," he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair
Elaine’s POV I stumbled through the noisy crowd, the music pounding in my ears as the room spun around me. The alcohol had gone straight to my head, leaving me unsteady on my feet and barely able to focus. My thoughts were a chaotic blur, and I couldn't even remember how many drinks I'd had.Suddenly, a strong hand gripped my arm, steadying me. I blinked and looked up to see Killian's concerned face, his eyes scanning me with a mixture of worry and frustration. He was saying something, but the words were lost in the haze. All I could do was nod dumbly, leaning into his solid presence.He guided me through the throngs of people, and I vaguely registered the angry glare of the guy he'd just pulled me away from. Killian's grip tightened, and I felt a sense of safety that cut through the drunken fog.When did I even lost him? We made our way upstairs, away from the deafening noise and the sea of bodies. He opened a door and led me into a quiet room, closing the door behind us. The sudde
Elaine’s POV A chill runs up my back, making me shiver. Without permission, Killian's free hand yanks my dress up, and then his warm hand lands on my stomach.My heart races when his hand starts making its way up my rib cage and to my bra. I swallow nervously, and my thighs tighten when he slides his hand under the material and up over my sensitive breasts. I should be embarrassed for two reasons. One, he’s a stranger, and two, my chest is wet from the alcohol spilled on it. But that’s not the case. As I lean my head back on his chest, a moan escapes my numb lips. I lick them just in case I’m drooling. I’ve imagined what it would feel like to be touched. To know what it’s like to be sexually wanted for so long. I wish I wasn’t so drunk, so I could really take it in.“I was watching you earlier,” Killian admits shamelessly into my ear. “Your little boyfriend is over you. Let me help you get over him.”The words send a jolt through me, making my heart pound even harder. His breath i
Elaine’s POV Stepping into me, Killian lifts his right hand and once again runs it down my face and neck, pausing on my pulse. It’s racing. My breathing is ragged. I feel like I might pass out soon. Dropping his hand, he walks behind me again, and I hear a drawer open and close. Then darkness covers my eyes.I lift my hands to remove it. “What…?”The material falls to my feet, and my arms are grabbed and yanked behind my back. Then I’m bent over the side of the bed. I’d scream, but my breath gets caught in my throat. He holds my wrists crossed with one hand while I hear the sound of metal before something cold is tightened around each wrist.Is this his fucking room? I’m sure we haven’t left the party house yet since the music is booming down below. Will Riley look for me? Shit shit shit. But I want this. So fucking much. I want to forget everything. “Stay,” he growls before I feel the loss of his body.I’m panting, my body shaking while I wait here like an obedient dog, pulling on
Killian’s POV I toss her onto the bed, lying on her back. She cries out when she lands on her restrained wrists. I yank my mask off and drop it to the floor, then I remove her heels before pulling her jeans down her legs.“Yes.” She moans, arching her back.I remove her underwear as well and place them in my pocket. She won’t be getting those back. Crawling onto the bed, I spread her legs while running my hands up her thighs. They shake, and she’s panting. I imagine her like this with Matt, and my fingers dig into her skin. I hope the bastard saw me following her off the dance floor.Whimpering, she gets my attention, and I let up on her. Spreading her legs wider, I lean down and look over her pussy. It’s clean-shaven and glistening already, making my mouth start to water instantly. Running my thumb over it, I spread her open and lower my face, licking her pretty cunt.Her hips jump, and I hold them down in place.“Oh, God …” She trails off.Her taste is intoxicating, a mix of desire
Elaine’s POV I wake up the next morning, the room bathed in a soft, early morning light filtering through sheer curtains. The bed feels vast and empty, and I’m all alone. There's no sign of Killian, except for his lingering scent that clings to my skin and the sheets, a tantalizing reminder of his presence. I stretch, feeling the slight ache in my muscles, and sit up, taking in my surroundings.The room is elegantly furnished, with dark wooden furniture that exudes an air of sophistication. A large, ornate mirror hangs on the wall opposite the bed, reflecting the soft glow from a crystal chandelier overhead. The bed itself is a four-poster, draped in luxurious, cream-colored linens and an assortment of plush pillows. A small sitting area with a tufted loveseat and a coffee table sits near a window, which offers a glimpse of the sprawling gardens outside.My clothes from last night are scattered on the floor, a reminder of the wildness of the previous evening. I pull the covers arou
Killian’s POVI pace the length of my room, my thoughts consumed by nothing and no one but Elaine. Her image haunts me: the way she looked last night, vulnerable yet defiant, her presence stirring something deep within me. I had to leave her alone this morning; staying would have made things awkward. We were both drunk, after all. But I wasn't that drunk. I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew where I wanted to stop. I know what I want. I wanted to have a taste, to tap into that same darkness of hers that matches mine. As I walked away from her this morning, her scent still lingered on my skin, a constant reminder of the boundary I almost crossed. My mind races, replaying every moment, every touch, every breath.It’s a wonder no one has stopped me and asked why I scent like Elaine. Leah must be drunk somewhere too because I haven’t seen her since yesterday. Not even at the party. I clench my fists, frustration boiling over. Damn it. Thank the goddess I stopped when I did, or fuck,