Boundaries Burned
731 Words
The city outside Elias’s penthouse was restless tonight. The skyline pulsed with neon lights, car horns echoed from the streets below, and somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. But in here—in this glass tower suspended above the chaos—Avery was trapped in a different storm entirely.
She hadn’t meant to come. She told herself she’d resist the next time he called, that she’d shut him out and bury the cravings clawing at her insides. But when Elias’s voice had slid down the line, low and commanding—“Come up. Now.”—her body betrayed her. She was his long before she stepped through the door.
Elias leaned against the kitchen counter, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled, a glass of whiskey dangling carelessly from his hand. He didn’t look surprised when she entered. He looked…hungry.
“You took your time.” His voice was a growl—part irritation, part amusement.
Avery dropped her bag onto the sleek marble table, defiance simmering beneath her skin. “Maybe I don’t come running every time you snap your fingers.”
He set the glass down and pushed off the counter, closing the space between them with slow, predatory steps. “But you did come, didn’t you?” His hand caught her chin, tilting her face up until she had no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, unrelenting. “You always will.”
Her pulse raced. She hated how much she loved the truth in his words.
“Elias…” She meant to sound strong, but his name slipped from her lips like a plea.
“Say it again.”
“Elias.”
Something inside him snapped at the sound—something sharp, feral, barely restrained. He kissed her hard, mouth claiming hers with brutal intensity, and she melted against him, tasting whiskey, heat, and danger all at once. His hands roamed down her back, gripping, owning, until her knees nearly gave way.
She broke away just long enough to gasp, “We can’t keep doing this—”
He silenced her with a laugh, dark and mocking. “We’ve already crossed every line, Avery. There’s no going back.”
And then he was dragging her toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the city stretched endlessly beneath them. He pressed her against the cold glass, her breath fogging the pane, her reflection staring back at her—eyes wide, lips swollen, body trembling with need.
“You like the view?” he whispered against her neck, teeth grazing her skin. “The city watching you, not knowing what I’m doing to you right now?”
Her protest dissolved into a moan as his hand slid beneath her skirt, fingers tracing the line of her lace. Every nerve lit up at his touch, every ounce of willpower crumbled. She should’ve pushed him away. Instead, she arched into him, surrendering.
“God, Elias…”
“That’s it.” His mouth claimed her throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Say my name like you belong to me.”
Her head fell back, eyes fluttering shut. “I do.”
The admission shocked her even as it escaped, but it was too late to take it back. He froze, breathing hard, his grip tightening like he’d just been given the only truth he’d ever needed.
His forehead pressed against hers. “Then prove it.”
The next moments blurred—clothes tugged away in frantic haste, her body bent against the window while the city burned below. The glass was cool against her skin, but Elias was fire, searing her with every thrust, every ragged whisper of her name. The danger, the taboo, the intensity—it all fused into something intoxicating.
Avery clawed at his shoulders, nails raking down his back, torn between shame and euphoria. She didn’t care who they were supposed to be, didn’t care about their parents, or the lies they’d have to tell tomorrow. Right now, there was only Elias, only this—raw, reckless, forbidden.
When it ended, when they finally collapsed against each other, breathless and shaking, Avery felt the weight of it crash back down.
She pulled away, trembling, heart pounding. “We’re going to destroy everything.”
Elias caught her wrist before she could step back, his eyes blazing with a dangerous promise.
“Then let it burn.”
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