I stood there, my breath visible in the cold air,my body rigid as if trapped in ice. His gaze at me spoke volumes, his silence louder than any words I could muster up the courage to speak.
"Sometimes, actions do really speak louder than words, right?"
Xavier's voice was sharp, slicing through the thick silence of his office. My fingers folded tightly around the file.but it was no use—I had been caught.
Slowly, I turned, my breath uneven as I met his piercing gaze. He stood in the doorway, his large shoulders tense, his expression one that could not be understood.
"Looking for something, Elena?" His voice was calm but I was not one to be easily fooled. There was a storm rising under his masked exterior, and I had just walked right into it.
I forced a smirk, lifting my chin. "Just doing a little late-night reading, that's all."
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of me. I barely had the time to react before his hand snatched the file from my grip. He flipped it open, eyes looking through the contents before slowly lifting his eyes back to me.
The room instantly felt too small to contain the both of us, the air thick with something dangerous.
"Your curiosity does not really know when to stop, does it?" I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression neutral. "You act like I broke into your office. The door was open."
Xavier let out a silent, humorless chuckle. "don't try to act innocent, sweetheart. Not with me." Before I could respond to him, defend myself, try to cover up what I was doing, he took a step closer, his body brushing mine.
I walked back slowly, only to feel the edge of his desk press up against my spine. I was trapped,there was no escape now.
His hands were placed strongly on the desk on either side of me, caging me in. "Tell me, Elena," he whispered, his voice dripping with everything dangerous.
"What exactly were you hoping to find in my office ?" My pulse pounded. His scent—something dark and rich, wrapped around me.
All I could feel was the heat coming off from his body, his jaw clenched, his fingers curled into fists as if he was fighting to hold himself back.
I should have been afraid. Maybe I was. But the fear turned into something else, something…. Passionate and dangerous at the same time.
I locked my eyes onto his, staring at him head-on. "Maybe I just like getting under your skin."
His expression changed, his eyes immediately darkening. "Careful what you say,Elena."
A slow, sly smile curved on my lips. "Or what?" He could no longer control himself any longer, it snapped. The next second, he was standing there, holding himself back, the next, his lips forcefully crashed into mine.
A sharp gasp escaped me, but I didn't push him away. I could not force myself to push him away.His hands tightly gripped my waist, pulling me forcefully against him, the warmth of his body burning through the fabric of my dress.
The kiss was raw, hungry, it had all the unspoken tension between us since the first day we met rising into something electric.
I should have stopped this. I should have thought of the consequences. But that logic drowned under the rush of his lips, the way his hands moved around my body, claiming every inch of it like he owned it.
He lifted me effortlessly onto the desk, throwing over the stack of files, but neither of us cared. His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a mark of heat rising in my skin.
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting every bit of him. "Tell me to stop," he mumbled against my skin, his breath hot, his hands gripping my thighs. "Tell me about this should not happen."
I couldn't, I didn't want him to stop, I tried to fight it, to fight the urge for me to tell him to stop, but I just didn't bring myself to do it.
Instead, I pulled him closer to me, my lips crashing against his, letting my actions speak and not my words.
My heart raced as his lips moved against mine, rising a fire that spread through my entire body. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his hands explored my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"This is wrong", I thought but the words felt strange on my tongue. Every kiss deepened the connection,every touch pushing aside my thoughts. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him even closer, the weight of his body pressing against mine.
"Just this once",I whispered between kisses,giving every part of myself to the moment, letting the world outside us fade away. At that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating blend of desire that enveloped us at the night went on.
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The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a golden light across the room. My body was in pain, but in the best way, my nerves were still remembering what happened last night.
I stretched my body a little, only to remember that I wasn't alone. Xavier was laying next to me, his naked chest rising and falling in steady breaths.
His dark hair was messy,and for the first time in his life he looked peaceful.
Almost.
Because Xavier never truly had peace of mind. Not with a mind like his. Reality came rushing into me like waves. The heat, the passion—everything about last night was true.
But it didn't change anything. I was still bent on mission, finding out the truth about what happened to my family. And Xavier… he was still the most dangerous man I knew.
As if looking into my thoughts, his eyes shut wide open. They locked onto me instantly, carrying that readable expression as always.
"Leaving so soon?" His voice was deep, filled with something I couldn't quite figure out. I forced a smirk, pulling the bed sheets up around me as I sat up.
"I didn't realize we were now into pillow talk."Xavier forced himself up on one elbow, looking at me.
"What happened last night changed things between us, Elena." I met his eyes, refusing to let my emotions show.
"Did it?" I shot back at him, locking my eyes onto his. For a moment, none of us spoke. The weight of his words hung heavy between us, thick and suffocating.
Then, his lips formed into a sly smirk. "You belong to me now, sweetheart. You need to know that."
I smiled back at him, even though my heart was pounding in my chest like a drum. Because deep down, my gut instincts screamed at me that he was right.