Rae's POV
The knock resounded through the pool house like a gunshot in the quiet night.
Killian froze mid-kiss, his lips still brushing mine, breath hot and ragged against my mouth.
My legs were still wrapped around his waist, dress hiked up to my hips, his hardness pressed against me through his sweatpants. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat.
"f**k," he whispered, voice low and tense.
He pulled back slightly, eyes darting to the door. His hand was still under my dress, fingers gripping my thigh. I felt exposed, vulnerable, the heat between us suddenly replaced with ice-cold fear.
"Who is it?" he called, voice steady despite the way his chest rose and fell too fast.
A pause. Then Victor's voice-deep, familiar, amused-from the other side.
"It's me
