Chapter 157: Temptation and Torment

Elara pov

Kieran slowly placed me on the bed, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. My heart was beating hard for some reason I couldn’t quite name, and when he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my neck, it sent a shiver straight through me. My body reacted before I could stop it.

He moved up and took my mouth with his. Our breath mixed hot between us as our tongues slid against each other, slow at first and then deeper. I didn’t want him to pull away. When he finally did, he went for my chest, carefully removing my gown. Cool air hit my skin and my nipples tightened almost immediately. I was already wet between my legs, the ache building fast, and all I could think about was wanting him inside me.

He freed my breasts completely and took one nipple into his mouth, then the other, sucking gently at first and then with more pressure. My legs pressed into the bed as my eyes closed. Breathing felt difficult. My hands found their way into his hair and stayed there while he kept going. After a while his hand slid down between my thighs and started rubbing slow circles over my clit. I opened my legs wider without thinking. He shifted back and began undressing. I watched him, excited and nervous at the same time. My body felt tight and ready, everything already wet.

He pulled his shirt off and I saw the lines of his abs. Then his hands went to his pants. The second he unbuckled them, his cock came free, thick and heavy, and my throat went dry. It was bigger than Alex’s. Noticeably bigger.

He crawled back onto the bed and spread my legs higher. He kissed my neck again and a soft sound left my mouth before I could stop it.

“You want me to fuck you, right?” His voice was low and rough.

I nodded without hesitation.

“Then say please, Daddy.”

The words made everything inside me clench harder. I could feel how wet I was and how much I wanted him. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me.”

He guided himself to my entrance and pushed in slowly. The stretch made me wince a little—he was really that big—but he kept going until he was fully inside. Then he started moving, steady thrusts in and out. The feeling of being filled like that pulled a moan from me.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed, opening my legs even more.

His pace picked up. The bed shifted under us and the sound of our bodies meeting filled the room. My legs tightened around his waist as the pressure built. Every thrust hit deeper and I could feel myself getting closer.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he said, his voice tight as he moved faster.

“Please… cum inside me,” I managed, holding onto him.

He drove in hard a few more times and then came with a low groan, pulsing deep inside me. The heat of it pushed me over the edge right after. My body locked up around him as the orgasm rolled through me, strong enough that my thighs shook and I had to bury my face against his shoulder for a second.

He stayed still for a moment afterward, both of us breathing hard. When he finally pulled out, I felt the warm trail of him leaving me. He didn’t move far. He rested his forehead against mine for a few seconds, then brushed his lips lightly over my cheek.

I was still trying to catch my breath, legs feeling heavy and useless. My whole body was warm and sensitive, and even though I was spent I could already feel the quiet pull of wanting more. He stayed close, one hand resting on my hip, thumb moving slowly against my skin. Neither of us spoke right away. The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing.

After a while he shifted just enough to look at me properly. His eyes were still dark, and I could feel him half-hard against my thigh again.

I blinked when I heard someone calling my name. The sound was faint at first, almost like a whisper, but it was enough to pull me out of my sleep.

I turned toward Kiran, but he was still sleeping peacefully beside me, completely unaware of what was happening. I watched him for a moment before slowly getting out of bed and putting on my clothes.

The moment I stood up, I heard my name again.

“Elara…” I froze.

There was something strange about the voice. It sounded filled with anger, and yet I couldn't tell where it was coming from.

I glanced at Kiran again. He hadn't moved.

Curiosity got the better of me, so I looked at the time.

2:00 a.m. My eyebrows pulled together.

Who would be awake at this hour?

Everyone should have been asleep by now, especially considering how quiet the entire castle had been earlier.

I slowly walked toward the door and stepped outside.

The cold air immediately hit my skin. A chilly wind moved through the hallway, brushing against my arms and making me shiver. I wrapped my arms around myself as I continued walking, listening carefully for the voice.

“Elara…”

I stopped for a moment.There it was again.

I turned my head, trying to figure out where it was coming from.

The farther I walked, the louder the sound became. However, it was no longer just a voice. I began hearing something else mixed with it.

A clattering sound. It sounded as though something was being knocked over or broken.

I frowned and continued walking.

The sound became louder as I passed one room after another. I slowed down when I realized I was getting closer to it.

Then I stopped, the sound was coming from one of the rooms ahead of me.

I looked at the door and immediately recognized it. Victor's room.

My eyebrows furrowed, why was Victor awake at this time?

And what was he doing that was making so much noise?

I walked closer and placed my hand on the door, for a moment, I hesitated.

I wasn't sure whether I should enter, but another loud clattering sound came from inside, followed by a strange silence.

“Victor?” I called softly.

There was no response, I frowned and slowly pushed the door open.

My eyes widened.

Victor was standing in the middle of the room, and there was blood covering his hands. Broken pieces of glass were scattered across the floor around him, some of them glistening beneath the dim light.

I froze in the doorway. My jaw dropped as I stared at him.

Victor looked completely different from the man I had seen earlier. His breathing was heavy, his expression was tense, and he seemed so lost in whatever was happening inside his head that he hadn't even noticed me standing there.

I stared at the blood on his hands before looking at the shattered glass around his feet.

“Victor…”

He finally lifted his head, our eyes met.

I swallowed hard, still unable to understand what I was seeing.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Victor didn't answer. He simply stared at me, his bloodied hands hanging at his sides.