Bound to a VEYRON

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Katherine PoV :

He pulled me closer, my body inches from his. I didn’t resist. I leaned in, my lips meeting his in a kiss that wasn't romantic, but a battle for control.

Just as the kiss ended, the door burst open.

Charlotte stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her face was a mask of disbelief and pure fury. "What the hell is going on, Damien?" she screamed.

I didn't move. I kept my chin up, my eyes fixed on Damien's face. His expression didn't change. He was a statue, completely cold. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, were locked on mine, not Charlotte's. He didn't even look at her.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Charlotte shrieked, her voice echoing in the small bathroom. The tension in the room was so thick it was suffocating.

His voice was a low, chilling whisper that cut through the silence. "Get out."

The words hung in the air, a finality that made Charlotte gasp. The shock on her face was quickly replaced by a furious scowl. She looked at me, then back at him. She was expecting an apology, an explanation and She got neither. Her eyes burned with hatred as they swung to me. I could see it — the unspoken vow that this wasn’t over. Then she spun and slammed the door behind her.

Silence.

Just like that, she was gone. It was just me and Damien now.

He hadn’t loosened his grip. His thumb brushed the base of my throat, slow and deliberate.

“What do you want from me?” I whispered, trying to sound unshaken.

His lips curved into something dark.

“You.” His eyes raking over my face.He lifted a hand and let his fingers brush against the back of my neck, a cold, possessive touch. I didn't flinch. I let him.

"I want you” ,he said, his voice a low, chilling rumble. "And I would have you."

Then he leaned in, his lips meeting mine for a second time. This kiss was different. It wasn't a battle for control anymore. It was a claim. His hand moved from my neck to my lower back, pulling me against his body. I was out of my depth, but I refused to show it. This was my plan. I had to see it through. He was about to deepen the kiss when his phone buzzed.

He didn't move. He kept his mouth on mine for a long moment, then slowly pulled back. He took out his phone. The screen flashed with a single name: Marco.

Charlotte’s going insane,” Marco barked when Damien answered. “She’s tearing the place apart,

Get down here and control your girl."

Damien's cold expression didn't change, but a flicker of annoyance crossed his face. He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration with the inconvenience of his social life clear. He was about to speak, then he simply hung up. He didn't say goodbye. He just turned and walked out, leaving me alone in the dark room,my lips still tingling, my heart unsteady.

I stood in that dark bathroom for a long moment after he was gone. My heart was still pounding from the kiss, but my mind was already moving on.I smoothed down my emerald dress, its cheap fabric feeling like a battle flag now.

I slipped out of the bathroom and into the hall. The party was still going, but the air felt different.I didn't see him on my way out,I didn't see Charlotte either. I just walked out into the cool night air and started the long walk back to my own hostel.

The memory of my father's model of the Veyron tower was still my only real clue. That and a ghost of a memory from when I was 12.

I reached the front door of my hostel and fumbled for my key card. I was just an 18-year-old girl, but I was playing a game with a Veyron.

The door to our room was unlocked. I slipped inside and found the lights on. My two roommates, Mia and Jade, were sitting on their beds, a pile of clothes and books between them. They looked up as I walked in. Mia, with her vibrant pink hair dropped the shirt she was holding. Jade, the quiet, focused one, put her book down.

"Katie, what are you doing back so early?" Mia asked, her voice a mix of confusion and relief. "I thought you were going to the Veyron party."

Jade’s eyes scanned my dress and my face. She knew me better than anyone. "What happened?" she asked.

I shut the door behind me. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I sank down onto my bed, the emerald green dress a crumpled heap around me.

“I met Damien Veyron,” I said finally, my voice trembling but steady enough. “And he noticed me.”