I'm gonna ruin you

CHRISTOPHER

"You should have walked away tonight," Xavier murmured.

I met his eyes. "So should have you."

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Xavier's gaze dropped to my lips, and for a moment, I thought he'd kiss me.

"We're not doing this here."

I raised an eyebrow. "Afraid of a little public display of affection?"

His jaw clenched. "I'm not afraid of anything, Christopher. I just don't want to give them a show."

I smiled, slow and sly. "You're already giving them a show, Xavier. You're just not sure if you're the star or the audience."

He took a step closer, his voice low and rough. "You think you're funny, don't you?"

I tilted my head. "I think I'm just getting started."

Xavier’s hand shot out, his fingers threading into the hair at the nape of my neck with a sudden, bruising intensity that silenced the next witty remark. He didn’t pull away; he pulled me in until our chests collided, the heat radiating through his shirt.

"Then start," he rasped, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. "Show me exactly how much trouble you think you can handle before you break."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my jawline. The crowded room, they all blurred into a dull hum. In this orbit, there was only the sharp scent of his cologne and the dangerous pressure of his grip.

"Careful, Xavier," I breathed, my own hand sliding up his chest to feel the frantic, heavy thud of his heart. "If you keep holding me like this, people might think you actually have a thing for me ."

His eyes darkened, breaking through his frozen composure. He leaned down, his mouth hovering mere millimeters from mine, close enough that I could feel the tremor in his exhale.

"My pulse isn't the problem, Christopher. It’s what I’m going to do to yours once we’re behind closed doors."

Xavier didn’t wait for an answer. His hand slid from my neck to my wrist. Without a word, he spun on his heel, dragging me through the sea of bodies . We were a blur of motion. He didn't stop until we hit the heavy oak doors at the end of the hall. He shoved them open, hauled me inside, and kicked them shut.

The silence of the room was suffocating. The moment the lock clicked, Xavier turned. He lunged, pinning me against the door, his hands slamming into the wood on either side of my head.

"You want to play, Christopher?" he growled, his face inches from mine, his eyes dark with a hunger. "You want to push me until I snap?"

He grabbed the lapels of my jacket, bunching the expensive fabric in his fists, and hauled me upwards until I was on my toes. His forehead leaned against mine, his breath ragged.

"The show is over," he hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly depth. "Now, tell me exactly what you’re going to do now that you finally have me alone."

I reached up, my fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him even closer until there wasn't a single inch of air left between us. "I think," I whispered against his lips, "I'm going to make you forget why you ever wanted to walk away."

Xavier didn’t give me the chance to breathe. The moment the words left my lips, he crushed his mouth against mine.It wasn't a gentle ask;It tasted like expensive bourbon and raw desperation. I let out a low, muffled sound as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him flush against me until the buttons of his vest dug into my chest.

He groaned into the kiss, his tongue slick and demanding as it collided with mine. One of his hands tangled deep into my hair, tugging just hard enough to make my head tilt back, exposing the line of my throat. His other hand slid down, gripping my hip with a bruising force.

I felt the cool wood of the door at my back and the furnace of his body in front of me. I managed to hook a leg around his waist, hitching myself up, and he caught me instantly, his arms sliding under my thighs to hoist me higher. My back hit the door again with a heavy thud, but I didn't care—I was too busy devouring the heat of him.

"Christopher," he choked out against my lips, his voice wrecked. He broke away for a fraction of a second, his forehead resting against mine, both of us gasping for air. His eyes were blown wide, dark with a hunger that was finally, dangerously, being fed. "I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. You know that, right?"

I didn't answer with words. I reached for his shirt, jerking it loose with a sharp tug, my eyes locked on his.

"I dare you ,Mr Xavier Smith. " I purred in his ears.