Chapter 5

Stephanie's pov.

Late that evening, I stepped out of Ellen's room for the first time since I arrived. I had nothing to do and just needed a distraction.

I stepped onto the stair rails and my eyes roamed around the sitting room until they landed on Killian. His back faced me, one hand scrolling lazily through his phone. His broad shoulders tensed under the dimmed light, the line of the muscles across his back sharp and defined.

His dark hair curled at the nape of his neck and my stomach twisted when I realized how hard I was staring. I trailed him down to his waistline where his jeans hanged low on his waist. I swallowed hard and immediately hated myself for noticing all those details.

I didn't want him to catch me staring but too late. He turned before me, eyes landing on me before I could move.

Heat rushed to my cheeks and my breath hitched.

He held my gaze and suddenly all I could hear was my heartbeat. We stared at each other in silence and I counted the seconds, counting how long it took for him to speak.

Fifteen seconds.

“Need anything?” He asked.

“No” I responded too quickly. “Just out to get some air”

Killian nodded. “It's much better here, come downstairs”

Not a suggestion. But an order I couldn't ignore.

I walked down the stairs slowly, my eyes still on him. Looking at him up close, he looked even more intimidating, dangerous.

Killian turned towards the wine cellar and I followed behind him.

“You almost killed her” he said.

I knew who he was talking about, Caroline.

“I didn't try to kill her” I replied without looking up at him. “She stabbed herself. All the paparazzi online are just exaggerations”

I didn't know Caroline's actual state, but I was sure she wasn't hurt enough to be admitted in a hospital for long. They were making a fuss out of nothing.

Killian filled two glasses with wine and leaned over the counter. I did the same, grabbing one of the wine glass without thanking him.

“The wound wasn't deep enough to kill her” I continued talking about Caroline while sipping the wine.

“Unlucky for you” Killian's said quietly. “Life becomes hell the moment Caroline Ashford if truly she's pretending”

I could barely understand what he meant but I knew I could handle worse at this point. “I don't care”

I turned to look at Killian after those words and I froze. Our faces were close.

So close it made my heartbeat increase rapidly.

So close it made my thoughts dangerous, making me think about stuffs that will never be possible.

Stuffs like Killian Ashley kissing me.

Killian stepped back after holding my gaze for a second longer. He turned, resting his back on the counter. “You should get back to your room, Steph”

His voice was rough, controlled.

I placed the wine glass on the counter without a word. “Yeah, I should. Goodnight, Killian”

He didn't respond but I headed towards the stairs anyway. I laid on Ellen's bed, rolling and tossing but the moment with Killian downstairs, made it impossible for me to find sleep.

For a moment, I was able to close my eyes, attempting to retire for the night. But soon after, my eyes were forced open.

Something snapped inside me, and heat suddenly spread through my skin that I became so dizzy.

What was happening?

No way.

I couldn't be going into heat right now.

The fire spreading through me looked impossible to control. My senses heightened and I wondered if some fresh air could help.

I headed towards the door immediately, pulling the door open. I froze when I saw Killian, standing right in front of my door. His face looked calm and composed but beneath that lie, I saw the tenseness in his body.

“No, this can't be” Killian muttered. He turned, wanting to leave when I grabbed him by the arm.

If I let him leave, I don't know what would happen to me. Killian turned, a groan escaping his lips.

“Please…..” I begged.

What was I begging for?

“We are both going into heat right now, Steph. You are my daughter's best friend, this can't happen” The words rolled out smoothly with so much authority, but I could feel the effect of the heat on him, even from the way he talked.

The heat intensified, making it look like coal had just been added into the fire burning inside of me.

“Please take me,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice as I looked into Killian's eyes. “Just for tonight”

“Fuck —”

Killian growled. He grabbed me by the shoulder, gently pushing me into the room and pinning me to the wall.

He kissed me without hesitation. Gentle at first, but later turning into a kiss that was capable of ruining me. My hands roamed around his back, not knowing where to touch first. His skin felt warm beneath my hands and I moved to his hair, twisting my hands into them, breathing hard into the kiss.

Killian broke the kiss, dropping my nightdress to the floor, leaving me with my panties and bra.

My pussy was soaking wet, juices sliding down my thigh already. I was breathless, gasps escaping my throat as I watched Killian fumble with the bra clips.

He unclipped the bra and it fell to the ground with a soft thud. He claimed my lips again, moving his hand to my thigh, very close to where I needed him. His hand brushed against my panties and I gasped, my whole body jolting like electric.

“You are so fucking wet, Steph” he whispered.

My back arched into the wall and when his fingers circled around my clit, my eyes rolled.

“Yes….. I need you there” I moaned.

“Call my name” Killian ordered, voice dark.

Killian shifted my panties to the side, sliding two fingers inside me. “Killian…..”

He increased his pace, one hand buried inside me, his other hand fondling with my breast.

He pulled out of me and trailed his hand on my skin, from my lower stomach down to my breasts while I arched into him, feeling the hard bulge of his cock from his trouser.

“You have a perfect body, Steph.” He thrust three fingers back into me without a warning and I screamed.

That was when the realization finally hit me.

This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong.

Forbidden. Unacceptable.

But I couldn't stop now, not when I wanted him to claim every inch of me even if it meant regretting it tomorrow and repenting for the rest of my life.