Free Web NovelChapter 196: Engagement day II
Julian’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk as he closed the remaining distance between them.
He didn’t look the least bit embarrassed about getting caught. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her towel-clad body flush against his crisp tuxedo.
"You look perfect," he whispered against her skin, as he leaned down to kiss the curve of her shoulder.
Lyvana let out a soft laugh, placing her hands against his broad chest to keep some distance. "Flatterer. Go wait downstairs before Emily comes back and catches you trying to ruin my makeup."
"I told Emily to give me twenty minutes before she comes back," Julian said, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he locked the door behind him.
Lyvana blinked, completely caught off guard. "What? Why?"
"Because," he murmured, his hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her tightly against him so she could feel exactly how much he wanted her. "I don’t feel like sharing you with a ballroom full of strangers just yet. And twenty minutes is more than enough time for what I want to do to you."
"And what exactly do you think you’re going to do to me in twenty minutes?" she challenged softly, raising an eyebrow.
Julian chuckled. His grip on her waist tightened playfully, pulling her even closer.
"I can think of a few things," he murmured against her ear, his breath warm and teasing. "But if you keep looking at me like that, I might just extend those twenty minutes and let the guests start the party without us."
He let the towel slide down to the floor.
His eyes locked onto her, and his breath hitched. "Beautiful," he whispered.
He leaned down and kissed her neck, moving up toward her jaw.
Lyvana gasped softly. She put her hands on his broad shoulders to push him back a little. She tried to sound serious, but she was laughing breathlessly.
"Julian, stop," she said. "You’re going to ruin my makeup. The stylist just finished."
"She can redo it," he murmured lazily. He didn’t stop, he rather moved a bit slower, kissing her collarbone instead. "I will pay them double to fix it."
Before Lyvana could say another word, he lifted her gently and carried her over to the bed. Then he made her bend over. He didn’t waste any time, slamming into her from behind. She gripped the sheets tightly, crying out as he hit her deep, his heavy, fast rhythm quickly driving them both over the edge.
For the next few minutes, the rest of the world completely disappeared.
When they finished, they lay quietly on the bed for a moment, catching their breath.
The sharp ticking of the clock quickly brought them back to reality. Lyvana glanced at the time and realized Emily would be back any minute.
Julian sat up with a satisfied smile, his dark hair messy and his tuxedo shirt unbuttoned. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead before standing up to fix his clothes in the mirror.
"Take your time, baby," he murmured, fastening his cuffs. "I have a meeting with my father, I will meet you at the party."
Lyvana nodded.
With a final, lingering look, Julian unlocked the door and stepped out into the corridor.
Meanwhile, across the hall, a dark figure watched from the darkness.
Thanks to the map he had studied all night, he knew exactly which hallways to take to avoid the main crowds. He slipped up the back staircase and quietly made his way to the private suite where Lyvana was getting ready.
He waited in the shadows until he saw Julian finally leave the room and walk downstairs.
Once the hallway was empty, he stepped out. He tried the doorknob, and to his surprise, it was unlocked. He slipped inside, closing the heavy wooden door silently behind him. freёwebnovel.com
The room smelled good.
In the attached bathroom, Lyvana turned off the faucet after washing her hands. She dried them quickly on a soft towel, trying to calm her racing heart after Julian’s intense visit.
Thinking Emily was finally back with her dress, she walked out of the bathroom.
But when she looked up, she froze. It wasn’t Emily. It was Andrew, standing right there in a server’s uniform.
For Andrew, seeing her like this took every ounce of his self-control. Her hair framed her beautiful face, and the simple towel made his body run hot with desire. He wanted nothing more than to sweep her into his arms right then and there.
"Andrew," she said. "What are you doing here? You need to leave. Right now." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Andrew didn’t move. His gaze, heavy and intense, remained locked on her.
A cold, dangerous smile spread across his face.
"I told you I would come back for you, Lyvana," he said. "Did you really think that bastard Julian could keep you from me?"
"I don’t understand, what do you want from me?"
Lyvana’s mind raced, counting down the seconds. Emily was supposed to be back any minute with her dress, but right now, she was completely alone. She looked toward the door, calculating the distance, but Andrew immediately stepped into her path, cutting off her only exit.
"Don’t even think about running," Andrew warned softly, his hand sliding into his vest pocket.
"You are crazy," she spat, gripping the towel tighter around herself.
"Oh? Am I?" He let out a low, chilling laugh.
"Julian told me it was you who kidnapped me," she said, trying to keep him talking, desperately praying for a knock on the door. "What do you want from me?"
"You don’t know what you do to me," he said, taking a slow, predatory step towards her.
"I want you," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with a dark excitement. "The universe wants us to be together. We are meant to be, Lyvana. Julian is just an obstacle."
Lyvana took another step back, her heels hitting the bathroom doorframe. She glared at him, refusing to let him see how terrified she really was.
"You are loco," she snapped, her voice cutting through the quiet room. "If you don’t get out right now, I will scream. The guards are right outside. They will tear you apart."
Andrew chuckled, completely unaffected by her threat. He took another step forward, closing the distance between them until he was just inches away.
"Go ahead and scream," he murmured, pulling his hand out of his vest pocket.
He held a syringe.
