THE BILLIONAIRE’S PUREST OBSESSION

Crossing The Line

The grip of Kylian’s large hand stayed locked tight against the side of her waist. Evangeline could feel his palm sink deep into her loose dress, holding her firmly in place right where she stood.

She kept her chin held high, her blue eyes fixed flat against his face. She refused to look down at his bare chest, though the closeness made her heart beat extremely fast against her ribs.

"Let go of me, Mr. Moreno," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Kylian did not release his hold on her. Instead, he smiled wickedly, his grey eyes narrowing as he looked down at her small frame. He was used to people coming into his space with hidden motives. Over the years, plenty of workers had tried to get close to his wealth. To Kylian, the world was simple; everyone wanted something from him.

"Looking for something in my bed?" Kylian asked, his deep voice rough in the quiet room. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you pushed those doors open."

"I told you, Mrs. Gable asked for my help," Evangeline snapped back, her patience beginning to wear thin at what he might be insinuating. "I came up here to change the sheets because she isn’t feeling too well, nothing more."

Kylian leaned his body closer, his shadow covering her. "You expect me to believe that? Do you know how many people have tried to get close to me? Women have tried far more elaborate tricks than walking into my bedroom while I am half-dressed."

"You are an arrogant man," she said bluntly, her eyes flashing with anger. "You think because you have a massive penthouse and lots of money, the whole world revolves around you. Where I’m from, we respect a person's privacy. I have no interest in being in your room, and I certainly have no interest in you."

The absolute lack of fear in her voice caught him off guard. Most people looked at the floor when he got angry, but this girl stood right in front of him, defending herself without a single hint of flattery.

His eyes moved down to the floor, catching the torn pieces of Vanessa’s black lace bodysuit lying on the rug between them. He looked back up, noting the red flush on Evangeline's cheeks.

"I’m sure you saw what was on the floor," Kylian muttered, his voice dropping into a dangerous tone. "You know exactly what happens in this bed. And now you're standing here, pretending you’re a saint.”

"What you do in your own time is between you and God, Mr. Moreno," Evangeline shot back, her voice dropping low. "But it only proves what I already thought. This city is full of bad things, and you are right in the middle of it. Now, take your hand off my waist."

Kylian stared down at her. He knew he should let her go, he should step back and kick her out of his quarters. But looking at her defiant face, his control began to slip away. His grey eyes locked on hers mockingly. "You want me to remove my hand, little cook?"

He slowly began to slide his large palm downward, making it seem as if he were obeying her request. But instead of letting go, his hand slipped past the curve of her waist, moving lower, over the thick cloth of her skirt until his fingers wrapped firmly around the fullness of her bottom.

Evangeline gasped loudly.

His hand was massive, yet as his long fingers dug into the thick fabric, he realized her curves were remarkably large, too wide and full to fit inside his grasp. The firm weight of her flesh filled his palm, sending a sudden shock straight to his groin.

For a split second, Evangeline felt a strange feeling in her stomach. A confusing sensation rushed through her body, so intense and new that it clouded her mind. Her skin turned hot beneath her clothes, leaving her shocked by the way her own body was reacting to his touch.

But the realization of what he was doing broke her out of the strange spell. Panic and anger flared in her chest. He was treating her like one of his whores, disrespecting her in the middle of the same room he just defiled another woman.

She planted her boots firmly on the floor and without wasting time, she gathered all the strenghth she could muster from years of hard work.

And with a strong force, she drove her right knee straight up, aiming right between his thighs.

The impact was direct and solid.

Kylian gasped at the sudden impact, the air violently stolen from his lungs. The grip of his hand on her vanished instantly. He stumbled backward, his face turning completely pale as he winced in pain.

He almost dropped to the floor when he doubled over, his large hands immediately pressing against his crotch as he gripped the edge of the mattress to stay on his feet. A low, agonized groan tore from his throat as he struggled to breathe.

Evangeline stood before him, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her white bonnet looking slightly crooked, and her blue eyes flashed with hot tears of anger and fury.

"Do not ever touch me again," she whispered, her voice shaking with defiance.

Without waiting for him to recover, Evangeline turned around and ran out of the bedroom. Her strong boots struck loudly against the floor as she fled down the hallway, sprinting toward the staircase like she was escaping a predator.

Kylian stayed bent over the bed, his teeth ground together as the blinding pain slowly began to clear. He forced his head up, staring at the empty doorway where she had just been standing. Nobody had ever dared to strike him before. The physical pain was severe, but what truly stunned him was the fact that she had fought back without a single fear of his power.