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,
Elaine’s POV I lie in bed after Riley dropped me off, staring at the ceiling and letting the events of the previous night swirl through my mind. Riley had invited me to play basketball, but I declined, needing the solitude to process everything. The bed feels cool and empty, a stark contrast to the heat and intensity of last night.I close my eyes, trying to piece together the fragmented memories. The way Killian looked at me, the way his touch sent shivers down my spine. There was a connection, a dark pull between us that I couldn't ignore. He couldn’t either. As much as I try to focus, the details remain hazy, blurred by the alcohol and the overwhelming emotions.The room is quiet, save for the distant sounds of life continuing outside. I can almost hear Riley's laughter and the rhythmic bounce of the basketball. But here, in the silence of my room, it's just me and my thoughts. I replay every moment I can remember, the way Killian’s hands felt on my skin, the intensity in his e
Elaine’s POV Monday rolled in too fast, dragging me from the haze of my weekend into the harsh light of a new week. I had hoped to spend more time wallowing in the memory of that night, replaying the sensation of coming more than twice in a single encounter—something I had never experienced before. It was as if my body had come alive in ways I hadn't known possible, and now, every nerve seemed to buzz with the memory of Killian's touch.The memory of his hands on my body, his mouth on mine, kept me awake through the nights, and I found myself replaying every detail. The way his breath had hitched when I moaned, the almost feral look in his eyes as he pushed me to the brink again and again, and the raw intensity that had burned between us. Each time I tried to distract myself, his image would invade my thoughts, leaving me restless and yearning for more. As Monday approached, a sense of dread settled in my stomach. The thought of seeing Killian again filled me with a mix of fear an