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Jeremy Walsh remained silent, his grip tightening painfully around my arm as my strength continued to fade. My body burned as if my blood had been replaced with liquid fire, the drug coursing through my veins making me feel disoriented and weak.
The walls of the elevator seemed to pulse and waver. I tried again to pull away, but my muscles refused to cooperate. Despair clouded my mind as I realized how helpless I truly was. My eyelids grew heavy, and I let them close, surrendering to the inevitable.
Suddenly, the elevator jerked to a halt at the eighteenth floor. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and a familiar voice pierced through my haze.
“Livvy!”
My eyes flew open instantly. There, stepping into the elevator, was Connor Rivers, his ice-blue eyes narrowing dangerously as they took in my condition.
Jeremy, realizing things had gone terribly awry, immediately released me and attempted to flee. But in his haste, he shoved me aside, and my weakened legs gave way beneath me.
I would have crumpled to the floor if Connor hadn’t caught me, his strong arms wrapping securely around my waist. I clung to him, soft and boneless, wrapping my arms around his neck and murmuring unconsciously, “Con…”
Connor’s expression darkened at my fragile, sweet cry. His jaw clenched tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he held me against his chest.
“Frank,” he barked into his phone, his voice cold with fury. “Pull the elevator surveillance footage immediately. Seal all hotel exits. Find the impostor who was just with Olivia.”
I tightened my grip around his neck, my fevered breaths brushing against his skin. Even in my drugged state, I instinctively sought safety in his presence, burying my face against his shoulder.
He gently steadied my chin with one hand, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Livvy, did someone drug you?” he asked, his voice low and controlled despite the rage I could feel radiating from him.
I nodded feebly. “The juice just now… something’s wrong with it.”
His ice-blue eyes sharpened with dangerous intent. Without hesitation, he lifted me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as if I weighed nothing at all.
His embrace, broad and steady, brought me a deep sense of security. My anxious heart finally settled as I pressed my ear against his chest, listening to the strong, steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
The elevator soon stopped at the twenty-second floor, but Connor pressed the button for the top floor instead. With one hand, he typed a message to Alexander, his movements efficient despite holding me.
When we reached the presidential suite, he carried me inside and carefully laid me on the enormous bed. The cool sheets felt heavenly against my burning skin, but they weren’t enough to soothe the fire raging within me.
The drug’s effects were intensifying by the minute. My blood felt like it was ablaze, every nerve ending hypersensitive. I gazed up at Connor through misty amber eyes, my voice soft and helpless.
“Con… I’m so hot…”
He straightened up, his expression grim as he turned to leave. Panic seized me at the thought of being alone, and I desperately grabbed his shirt.
“Con, don’t go,” I pleaded, my voice breaking.
I knew I must look pitiful with my flushed cheeks and dewy eyes, but I couldn’t bear the thought of him leaving me in this state. The burning sensation was becoming unbearable, a desperate need building inside me that I’d never experienced before.
Connor stood frozen, his ice-blue eyes darkening as he looked down at me. I could see the inner conflict tearing at him, his lips pressed into a hard line as he battled with himself.
I sensed what I’d been afflicted with-a powerful aphrodisiac-and its only effective antidote. Though reason still burned inside me, my body ached intolerably as the drug triggered an intense physical reaction I couldn’t control.
“Con, can you… help me?” I whimpered softly, my watery amber eyes and trembling voice making the request unmistakable.
Under the warm, golden light of the suite, my fragile form lay enveloped in his shadow. I looked up at him with pleading innocence, unable to articulate exactly what I needed but hoping he would understand.
Connor’s breath grew ragged, his chest rising and falling more rapidly. “How do you want me to help you?” he asked, his voice husky and strained.
I blushed deeply, unable to answer. I’d never been intimate before, having only ever held hands with Ethan Grey in our three years of dating. The realization of what I was asking for filled me with shame, and I averted my face, unable to meet his intense gaze.
Connor lowered himself closer, until our noses were nearly touching. His voice was low and dangerous as he asked, “Tell me, Livvy, how do you want me to help you?”
Our mingled breaths blurred all boundaries between us. The scent of him-pine and winter air-filled my senses, making my head spin even more.
Suddenly, summoning all my courage, I seized his collar and pulled him down into a kiss. I felt his ice-blue eyes widen in surprise; I could almost hear the last thread of his restraint snapping.
My lips were soft against his, the kiss unpracticed yet irresistible in its innocence.
After a moment of shock, Connor took control, clasping the back of my head with one large hand while his other arm tightened around my waist, crushing me to his chest.
He deepened the kiss passionately, his masculine scent enveloping me completely. Desire thickened the air between us until even the spacious room felt overheated and too small to contain what was building between us.
His lips grazed my ear, his voice hoarse and bewitching as he whispered, “Don’t be afraid, Livvy. I’ll be very gentle.”
Enveloped by his masculine presence, I trembled, my breath quickening as his hands began to explore. Together, we abandoned ourselves to primal instinct and overwhelming pleasure, the night dissolving into a haze of sensation and need.
Hours later, exhausted beyond measure, I finally drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, safely cradled in Connor’s strong arms.
(Vanessa’s POV)
The crystal vase shattered against the wall, water and flowers exploding across the pristine white carpet of my Rivers pack villa. My hands trembled as Victor Stone’s words echoed in my mind.
“The plan failed. Connor Rivers found her in the elevator. They’re together now in the presidential suite.”
“What? Olivia Winters was taken away by my brother?!” I screamed, my voice rising to a pitch that hurt my own ears.
Victor remained silent on the other end of the line, knowing better than to speak when I was in this state.
“Useless! You’re all useless!” I shrieked, pacing the room like a caged animal. “Can’t even handle such a small matter!”
Furious beyond reason, I smashed my phone against the floor, watching with savage satisfaction as it shattered into pieces. My nails dug into my palms until they drew blood, tiny crimson crescents forming in my pale skin.
My brother had taken Olivia away. They were alone together in a hotel suite. Would they… would they sleep together?
The thought sent panic and jealousy clawing at my chest. Hot tears streamed uncontrollably down my face as I collapsed onto the sofa, my body shaking with silent sobs.
“No… no… he can only be mine. Only mine!” I whispered into the empty room, hatred blazing in my violet eyes.
Connor had been mine since childhood. I’d loved him first, long before Olivia Winters ever entered the picture. He was supposed to be my mate, my future, my everything.
“Olivia Winters, you stole my brother,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “You stole the one I love most. I want you dead!”
Killing intent surged through me, born from my twisted obsession. This wasn’t over.
Not by a long shot. If I couldn’t have Connor, then neither would she.
(Olivia’s POV)
When I next opened my eyes, daylight poured through the partially drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across the luxurious bed. Every muscle in my body ached pleasantly, a delicious soreness that reminded me of the night’s activities.
Turning my head slowly, I was met with Connor’s perfect, dangerously handsome face just inches from mine. His eyes were closed, long dark lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones, his breathing deep and even in sleep.
My mind went completely blank as memories flooded back. Lifting the quilt and peeking underneath, I instantly covered myself again, my cheeks blazing red.
Both of us were completely naked. We… had been intimate last night.
My face flushed deeper as fragments of the night returned to me: my initiative, driven by the drug; my shameless pleas; my uninhibited cries. The mortification overwhelmed me, making me want to bury my face in the pillows and never emerge.
How could I ever face Connor again after behaving so wantonly? What must he think of me now?
Resolved to escape this awkward situation, I gingerly lifted the quilt and tiptoed out of bed, wincing slightly at the unfamiliar soreness between my thighs. Our clothes lay scattered chaotically across the floor, evidence of our passionate haste.
My bare skin was covered in faint marks that stunned me once more-small bruises and love bites that told the story of our night together. I swallowed nervously, realizing just how intense our encounter had been.
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