Chapter 2
Elaria’s POV
I pushed open the glass doors and stepped onto the moonlit terrace, the cool night air hitting my flushed skin like a much needed slap.
My heart was still racing from Kieran’s touch in the hallway, that hard press of his c**k against me and the unmarked key now burning a hole in my purse. What the f**k was I doing.
I leaned against the stone railing and took a deep breath trying to steady myself.
Lucien’s family dinner had been a mistake. I should have confronted him and left but now my body was buzzing with something far more dangerous.
The door clicked behind me. I turned and there he was, Kieran, rolling his shoulders as he stepped out like he owned the night. His tattooed forearms flexed under the moonlight and those dark eyes locked on me immediately.
