Chapter 6

ELARA'S POV

The moment our eyes locked, my heart started pounding like a drum.

It was definitely not love… God, no..but the nagging feeling that I’d done something wrong behind Kael’s back hit me hard.

We had an agreement, sure, but as long as I wasn’t flirting with other guys, we were fine yeah?

I was just having a drink with my girls, nothing more.

So why did I feel like I’d crossed some invisible line?

“Gals, I’m hitting the bathroom,” I said, trying to sound casual.

Callista and Vivi nodded, barely glancing up from their drinks.

I stood and weaved through the crowd, my skin prickling like someone was watching my every step.

You know that feeling like eyes are boring to you? Yeah, that. I took a deep breath, shaking it off.

He’s not my boyfriend, Elara. Chill.

Relax, you got this, I whispered to myself, though my nerves were still on edge.

I cursed under my breath when I realized I had no clue where the bathroom was.

The club’s pulsing music didn’t help.

I tapped the shoulder of a girl nearby an emo type with dark eyeliner and asked, “Where’s the bathroom?”

She didn’t hear me over the thumping bass, so I leaned closer and shouted, “Bathroom?”

“Just turn left,” she said, pointing lazily.

“Thanks.”

I followed her directions, my heels clicking against the floor.

As I reached for the doorknob, a hand grabbed my left arm, firm and unyielding.

My eyes widened when I saw Kael Draven Beaumont standing there, his dark gaze pinning me in place.

I forced myself to relax, plastering on a confident smile to hide the way my pulse spiked.

“Hi,” I chirped, trying not to stutter. “ Nice meeting you here.”

Kael’s grip tightened, and I winced.

“Hey,” I said, tugging at my arm.

“Kael, let go.”

“You’re with your friends, huh?” His voice was low, serious, almost accusing.

“Of course I am,” I shot back, rolling my eyes. Is he blind?

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going out?”

I laughed, the sound sharp and disbelieving.

What was the point? He wasn’t my boyfriend. We were just… casual.

“As far as I remember, I’m not obliged to report my every move to you. Don’t worry,” I said, stepping closer and trailing a hand down his chest, my voice turning sweet and flirty.

“We’re just having drinks. I’m not out here flirting with other guys.”

His brows furrowed, but he loosened his grip, only to slide his arms around my waist and pull me flush against him.

I gasped as our bodies collided, our eyes locking in a way that sparked something electric.

And, well, it seemed I’d awakened something else in him, too.

“Oops,” I said, pushing back slightly. Kael let go, but his eyes stayed on me, intense.

“We’re not doing this here. I really need to pee. Ciao!” I flashed a grin and opened the bathroom door, stepping inside.

I was about to close it when Kael shoved it open and slipped in behind me.

My eyes widened as he locked the door with a click.

“Kael, get out!” I said, shoving at his chest. But he was like a damn wall six feet two, broad shoulders, all muscle. Immovable.

He shook his head.

“No.”

I cursed under my breath.

“Please, Kael, this is the ladies’ bathroom, for God’s sake.”

“You’re going to leave me like this?” he said, glancing down at himself pointedly.

“After you seduced me and got me all worked up?”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “Seduced you? I barely touched you!”

“You touched me,” he said, his voice low and serious, “and you did that sweet-talking thing. I’m not letting this go without having you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I’m about to take a dump, so get out.”

I turned away, but before I could take a step, Kael grabbed me from behind and hoisted me up.

I squealed. “Kael!”

What if someone heard me? The bouncers would probably kick my ass out of this place.

He set me on the countertop, muttering, “Damn, you’re heavy.”

I scoffed, laughing despite myself.

“Who told you to carry me, huh? And I’m not heavy, I'm sexy, just so you know.”

He smirked and leaned in, kissing me so suddenly it stole my breath.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them against the mirror behind me.

Our kisses were frantic, hungry, like we were devouring each other.

His hands roamed my back, then slid to my thighs, gripping them firmly.

He tugged my dress down to my waist, exposing my strapless bra, and I braced my palms on the tiled countertop for support.

His lips trailed from my mouth to my ear, then down my neck, his left hand teasing the tip of my breast.

I moaned, arching into him, giving him better access.

“They’ll h-hear us ah… outside,” I managed between moans.

“The room,” he said, his mouth closing over my breast, sucking hard, “is soundproof.”

I shuddered, the sensation overwhelming. “How..how do you know?”

He straightened, meeting my eyes. “Because I own this place.”

My jaw dropped. “What? I didn’t know that.”

“Now you know,” he said with a smug grin.

Then he kissed me again, his hands cupping my breasts, fingers teasing the peaks.

He sucked both at once, pulling them together, and I groaned loudly.

He hiked my dress up to my waist and slid off my underwear, finding my core.

Gently pushing me back, he let my elbows prop me up. Soft kisses peppered my left thigh, and then he slid a finger inside me.

I moaned louder as he moved it slowly at first, then faster, in and out. Our eyes met.

“You like it?” he asked, his voice rough.

I bit my lip, nodding, trying to stifle another moan.

“I’m… near,” I gasped, and then I came, my body trembling.

I thought he’d stop there, but I was wrong. His mouth replaced his finger, and I grabbed his hair, groaning as his tongue explored me, swirling and sucking.

I came again, harder this time.

Kael stood, unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants to his knees.

I gasped at the sight of him, hard and ready. He pulled me closer, and I welcomed him, our bodies joining in a rush of pleasure.

We both moaned, lost in the rhythm of his deep, steady thrusts.

My arms wrapped around his neck, my breasts pressed against his chest, warmth spreading through me.

He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, his hands gently caressing my breasts.

“You took your pills, right?” he asked between thrusts.

I nodded, eyes fluttering shut as the sensations built.

Kael moved faster, harder, deeper, until I felt him release inside me.

He lifted me off the counter, setting me down, then turned me to face the mirror.

Gripping my waist, he nudged my legs apart with his foot and entered me from behind, thrusting roughly.

Our moans filled the room, our bodies colliding in a wild, primal rhythm.

We both came again, breathless and spent. No one interrupted us, lucky, since I was sure we’d been loud enough to draw a crowd.

“Kael,” I said as he buckled his belt.

“What?” He leaned in, hands on either side of the counter, caging me in.

“This isn’t a public restroom, is it?”

He smirked. “Exactly what I thought you’d ask. No, it’s not.”

I threw a playful punch at his chest. “You beast.”

“Beast in fucking… you?” he teased, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“Crazy,” I muttered, turning to the mirror to fix my dress and hair.

“I need to go. Callie and Vivi are probably wondering where I am.”

He smirked again, and something about it made me suspicious. I narrowed my eyes.

“You know what, Kael? I’m a keen observer. I know you’re hiding something.”

He chuckled. “Your friends have already gone home.”

My eyes widened, and I fumbled with my clutch.

“What? That’s impossible.”

He shrugged. “See for yourself.”

I rushed out to where I’d last seen Callie and Vivi, but they were gone. Kael was right.

I wandered the club, hoping they were dancing or at the bar, but no sign of them. Frustration boiled over, and I tugged at my hair.

How am I getting home?

I needed to find Kael that infuriating asshole.

He was climbing the stairs when I spotted him.

“Kael!” I called, but the music drowned me out. I shouted again, and he paused, turning slightly.

I climbed up, stopping two steps below him. “What?”

he asked, raising a brow.

“What did you do to my friends?”

“Huh? I didn’t do anything.”

“Liar.”

I grabbed his collar, not caring who saw. He leaned down as I pulled him closer.

“Whoa, chill, tigress,” he said, gently prying my hands off and setting them down.

“Here’s the scenario. When you looked at me, I came downstairs.

You made an excuse to go to the bathroom, so I talked to your friends. Told them I’d take you home. They agreed.”

“You convinced them that fast?” I asked, skeptical. He nodded, biting his lip to stifle a laugh.

“Liar,” I said, laughing sarcastically. “You’re not that charming. My friends wouldn’t leave me here alone.”

“ Really, you don't believe me? Call them if you want. But whether you like it or not…” He paused, smirking.

“You’re going home with me, baby.” He winked.