CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 7

ELENA

“Hmmm… yeah… fuck…”

My eyes snapped open.

Wait. What?

I blinked into the darkness of my room, confused. It was dead silent for a second… and then—

“Mmm… ah—Lucian…”

I sat straight up in bed.

WHAT. THE. HELL.

Was someone—moaning?! In this house???

At THIS hour???

I held completely still like I was in some horror movie and the killer would hear me breathing. Maybe I was dreaming. Maybe my dirty subconscious was doing the most again. I flopped back on my pillow and closed my eyes.

“Harder—ahh—”

My eyes flew open AGAIN.

Nope. NOT a dream.

That was 100% a female voice.

And unless this house suddenly got haunted by horny ghosts… someone was getting absolutely railed.

My heart slammed in my chest. Curiosity? Panic? Jealousy? I didn’t even know. All I knew was I was awake now and there was no way I could pretend I didn’t hear—

“Fuck… you’re so tight…”

My jaw dropped.

Okay. That voice? I’d know it anywhere.

Lucian.

Oh. My. God.

Lucian?!

Lucian was—?!

With—?!

IN THIS HOUSE???

I threw my blankets off and stood up before my brain could stop me. “Elena, mind your business,” I whispered to myself. “Elena, go back to sleep. Elena, do not investigate horny sounds at 2 a.m.”

…And yet I was already tiptoeing toward the door like a dumb main character in every W*****d story ever.

Because of course I was.

The hallway was dark, lit only by soft golden light from the sconces. The moans were louder now. My heart pounded harder with every step.

Why was I doing this? I didn’t even know. Curiosity killed the cat, and I was about to be the dead cat.

I reached the end of the hallway—one of the guest rooms had its door slightly open.

And the sounds were coming from there.

I froze.

Walk away. WALK AWAY.

But my feet did the opposite. I slowly leaned closer, peeking through the small crack of the open door.

And then I saw.

And then I stopped breathing.

Lucian.

Sweaty. Shirtless. Muscles flexing. Jaw clenched. Brows furrowed in concentration. One hand gripping the headboard. The other firmly on the woman’s hip.

And he was pounding into her from behind.

My brain: System malfunction.

Her moans were loud. His grunts were low and rough. The bed creaked like it was begging for mercy.

Lucian’s voice dropped even lower. “You like that?”

OH MY GOD.

I slapped a hand over my mouth before I screamed. Who the hell gave him the right to look that hot?! That… animalistic. Dominant. Focused. Possessive.

I shouldn’t be watching this.

I REALLY shouldn’t be watching this.

But I couldn’t. Look. Away.

His back muscles were insane. His abs? Sculpted by Greek gods. The way his hair was messy, sticking to his forehead from sweat. The way his hand wrapped around the girl’s neck—

I swallowed air.

Lucian slammed into her harder.

“Lucian! Oh my—Lucian!”

He groaned, deep and dark. “Good girl.”

I think my soul left my body.

HOLY. FREAKING. SHIT.

Suddenly he slowed, pulling her up by the back of her neck, pressing his mouth near her ear. “You’re going to cum when I tell you. Understand?”

I felt that in places I didn’t even know existed.

I jerked back from the door like it burned me and stumbled silently down the hall.

Back to my room.

Door closed.

Back against it.

Heart racing like I’d just run a marathon on a rollercoaster inside a tornado.

“What the hell,” I whispered to myself. “WHAT. THE. HELL.”

Why did I look???

Why did I stay???

Why is Lucian so… HOLY—

I buried my face in my hands. “Elena, you pervert!”

But like… it’s not my fault, okay?? They were being LOUD. And the door was OPEN. That’s basically an invitation. Right? Right??

…Oh God.

I collapsed onto my bed, mentally screaming.

Lucian was… intense. Rough. Confident. Very, VERY experienced.

And I was…

A virgin.

A painfully curious, sexually frustrated virgin who just accidentally watched the hottest live-action p**n in existence performed by the one man who already made my stomach do cartwheels when he was fully clothed.

Now I’d seen… everything.

I rolled onto my back and covered my burning face. “I’m going to hell.”

But even as I scolded myself, my body wouldn’t calm down. My skin felt too hot. My thighs pressed together instinctively.

Ugh. No. NO NO NO. Stop it.

Stop thinking about the way he grunted. The way his voice dropped. The way his hand tightened. The way he said good girl like it was the holiest praise.

STOP IT ELENA.

I groaned into my pillow. “Why is this happening to meeee…”

Virginity is ghetto. I want a refund.

My body refused to chill. My brain kept replaying it. Over and over. Every movement. Every sound. Every flex of his muscles. Every strained moan that left his throat.

“Ugh, Lucian…” I whispered before I could stop myself.

And then I froze.

…Did I just say his name while laying in bed, hot and bothered?

Okay. You know what? Fine. I hate it here. I’m already going to hell anyway.

I slid my hand down under my blanket, heart thundering. I hesitated, biting my lip.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I muttered.

But I was already touching myself, tentatively, slowly. My cheeks burned. My breath hitched.

I’ve… done this before. But not like this. Not while imagining…

Him.

Lucian’s voice. Lucian’s hands. Lucian’s body pinning me to the bed. Lucian whispering in my ear, Say my name.

My back arched.

“Lucian…” I breathed out softly.

God. God. God.

Every movement of my fingers had my mind supplying images I shouldn't be seeing. The way he grabbed her. The way he moved his hips. The way he sounded so deep and possessive.

“I bet you’d be tight,” I imagined him saying to me instead. “Bet you’d squeeze me so good, baby.”

I whimpered. Holy crap. Was this even legal??

My hand moved faster. I bit the edge of my pillow to stay quiet.

My hips lifted. My body trembled.

“Good girl,” I heard in my head again.

That did it.

Pleasure exploded through me, hot and overwhelming and intense. I let out a tiny gasp, curling around myself, thighs shaking.

It took forever for me to catch my breath. My body slowly relaxed, melting into the sheets.

Holy. Shit.

I just—

To Lucian.

I’m insane.

This is insane.

I stared at the ceiling in silence.

“I cannot look him in the eyes tomorrow,” I whispered to myself.

Ha.

Who was I kidding?

I couldn’t even look at myself right now.

I pulled the blanket over my head and groaned dramatically.

“I hate my life.”

…But also… lowkey… that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

Virginity: 0

Lucian: 1000

My eyes fluttered shut as exhaustion finally washed over me.

And the last thought in my head before sleep dragged me under?

Why the hell does he have to be so hot…