Chapter 138 Chapter 138
Violet
“Why?” I croaked upon hearing Elijah say that the party was over. It wasn’t.
I struggled against his hold when before I had been craving to be close to him.
Elijah looked at me.
“Because you are drunk”
He answered and I pulled my hand away from him.
We were now in the parking lot of the venue, with just cars and chilly wind for miles on end.
“No, I don't want to go back to the manor” I said, still trying to stand still.
“Violet, you need to get home and sleep this off”
But I shook my head, raising my finger to point it at him.
“No, you made me wear this stupid vibrator and now you are asking me to sleep it off after torturing me all evening?”
He looked around to ensure nobody was listening but I didn’t care. Maybe it was all the pent up frustration from the anticipation I had built up all evening, or the drinks were making me bolder.
I didn’t care.
“Violet! Calm down!”
He began again but I didn’t want ot calm down.
“No, you calm down and listen to me!” I raised my voice and he closed his mouth.
“I did as you asked, wore this stupid thing for the party like you asked, let you torture me in a room full of people. And now you are simply whisking me away to bed like I was a stubborn child who needed punishing?”
Elijah’s eyes narrowed.
“You are not sober”
I shook my head.
“Yes, I am not sober. But that doesn’t mean whatever I let you do was the decision of a sober mind.” My throat was now going dry.
I was losing my balance, almost tripping on a small pebble when his hands came around me to break my fall.
I could see the defiance in his eyes, a fire burning that I hadn't seen before. The chilly wind whipped around us, and I had caught him staring at my lips multiple times already.
Then why was he pushing me away now?
The parking lot was bathed in the dim glow of the streetlights, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mirror the tension between us.
Elijah's grip on my arms tightened, not painfully, but enough to make me aware of his strength. "Violet, you're not thinking straight," he said, his voice low and controlled. "You're playing with fire, and you're going to get burned."
I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Maybe I want to get burned," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city. "Maybe I want to feel something, anything, other than this... this emptiness inside me."
His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of understanding, of desire even. But then his expression hardened, and he shook his head. "You're playing a dangerous game, Violet. And I won't let you use me to do it. Not when you can't even stand straight."
I scoffed, pulling away from him. "Use you? You're the one who started this, Elijah. You're the one who put that... that thing inside me and left me hanging all night." I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my body betraying me by reacting to the memory of the vibrator buzzing against me, of Elijah's voice in my ear, of the delicious torture he had put me through.
Elijah's jaw tightened, and I could see the struggle in his eyes. "You don't know what you're asking for," he said, his voice barely above a growl.
I took a step closer to him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Then show me," I challenged, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Show me what I've been missing, Elijah. Show me why you've been torturing me all night."
I was certain he was going to say no. I was sure he had made up his mind that he was going to lock me in my room and let me sleep.
But then I saw him vaguely look back to a specific point in the dark on his left.
“Hey, I am talking to you!” I snapped my fingers clumsily in front of him.
His eyes flashed, and for a moment, I thought he might walk away. But then he took a step towards me, closing the distance between us. "You want to play with fire, Violet?" he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Fine. But remember, you asked for this."
Wasn’t he asking me to go to my room and sleep? What changed all of a sudden?
Before I could wonder about it, he reached out, his hand cupping the back of my neck, and pulled me closer. And then he looked back once and began leading me up a staircase to the rooftop of the venue.
It was large and completely isolated.
But below, I could see people partying and could also hear the music.
“Why are we here?” I asked and he let go of my arm only to turn me around and close my mouth, not with his hands but rather his own mouth.
I gasped as his lips crashed down on mine, hot and demanding, his tongue pushing into my mouth, exploring, and claiming. I moaned, my body melting against his, my hands fisting in his shirt to keep myself upright.
He pulled away, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it, Violet" he said, his voice rough.
“I want to taste you,” I said shamelessly.
"Then get on your knees." He said without missing a beat.
I hesitated for a moment, the reality of the situation dawning on me. But then I looked up at him, at the raw desire in his eyes, and I knew I wanted this. I wanted to give him this power over me.
So, I sank to my knees, my heart pounding in my chest, my body already aching with anticipation. I looked up at him, waiting for his next command, ready to give him everything he wanted. Because in that moment, I wanted to feel alive, and I knew that Elijah could make that happen.
As I knelt before Elijah, the cold concrete of the parking lot seeping through the thin fabric of my dress, I felt a thrill run through me.
The night was still, the distant music of the party fading to a background noise compared to the pounding of my own heart. The chilly wind nipped at my exposed skin, but all I could focus on was Elijah standing tall above me.
He looked down at me, his jaw tight, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. I could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his desire and his self-control. But I wanted him to let go, to give in to the hunger I saw burning in his gaze. I wanted to be the one to make him lose control.