Bound by law

Chapter 64: Over the Edge

The night was a blur of flashing lights, loud music, and Mia's laughter echoing in Estelle's ears. The drinks had flowed freely, and Estelle was definitely feeling their effects. She was dizzy with a mix of excitement and alcohol, her body swaying to the music as she danced in the packed club. Mia had disappeared somewhere into the crowd, likely off on another of her wild adventures, leaving Estelle to enjoy the moment.

The heat of the crowd pressed in around her, and for a while, it was just about the fun. The night out, the release from all the tension, was exactly what Estelle needed. She let herself get lost in the beat, the music thumping through her body, her arms raised above her head as she danced, the room spinning slightly from the alcohol.

But then, suddenly, she felt someone else's hands on her.

Estelle turned her head, frowning as she found a woman—blonde, tall, and clearly tipsy—dancing far too close for comfort. The woman's hands slid over Estelle's hips, pulling her in a way that made Estelle immediately tense up.

"Uh, no thanks," Estelle said, her voice firm as she pushed the woman's hands away. She wasn't here for that—not tonight, not ever. Especially not when her mind was so occupied with someone else.

The woman didn't seem to take the hint, though. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Estelle's neck as she tried to get closer. Estelle stiffened, pushing her away more forcefully this time. "I said, no."

Before she could react further, a sharp, familiar voice cut through the noise, sending a chill down Estelle's spine.

"Get your hands off her."

Estelle's heart nearly stopped as she turned to see Celeste standing a few feet away, her eyes blazing with fury. She looked even more dangerous in the dim lighting of the club, her sharp features set in a scowl, her body tense with barely restrained anger.

The blonde woman quickly backed off, sensing the danger, but Estelle barely had time to register the woman's exit before Celeste stormed over, her hand wrapping around Estelle's wrist with a possessive grip.

"We're leaving," Celeste growled, her voice low and filled with a dangerous edge.

Estelle, still dizzy from the alcohol and the suddenness of it all, blinked in confusion. "Wait, what? Celeste, I—"

Before she could finish, Celeste's grip tightened, and without another word, she hoisted Estelle up over her shoulder, ignoring the stunned looks from the crowd as she stormed out of the club, carrying Estelle like she weighed nothing.

"Celeste, what are you doing?!" Estelle squeaked, her hands instinctively gripping the back of Celeste's shirt as she was carried out into the cool night air.

Celeste didn't answer, her jaw clenched, her eyes blazing with anger as she strode toward her car. Estelle could feel the fury radiating off her in waves, and it sent a thrill of both excitement and nervousness through her. She'd never seen Celeste like this before—so completely unhinged, so possessive.

When they reached the car, Celeste set Estelle down, but not gently. She opened the passenger door and pointed inside, her voice low and commanding. "Get in."

Estelle blinked, her heart racing as she stared at Celeste. "Celeste, I didn't do anything! That woman—"

"I saw what happened, Estelle," Celeste interrupted, her voice still dangerously low as she leaned in closer. "But it doesn't matter. You're mine. No one touches what's mine."

Estelle's breath caught in her throat, her body tingling at the intensity in Celeste's voice. She opened her mouth to protest, to explain that she had pushed the woman away, but the words didn't come. There was something in Celeste's eyes—something dark, possessive, and filled with raw desire—that made Estelle's knees weak.

Without another word, Estelle slid into the passenger seat, her heart pounding as Celeste slammed the door shut behind her and rounded the car to the driver's side. The silence in the car was thick, the tension between them palpable as Celeste started the engine and peeled away from the club, her jaw still clenched.

The drive back to Celeste's apartment was short but felt like an eternity. Estelle could feel the weight of Celeste's gaze every time they hit a stoplight, the possessiveness in her eyes sending a shiver down Estelle's spine. She knew she hadn't done anything wrong, but the way Celeste looked at her—the way she claimed her with just a look—made Estelle's pulse race with something dangerously close to excitement.

When they finally reached Celeste's apartment, Celeste wasted no time. She parked the car, slammed the door shut, and marched around to the passenger side, yanking the door open and grabbing Estelle's wrist once more.

"Celeste, I—" Estelle started, but before she could finish, Celeste pulled her out of the car and dragged her inside the building, her grip firm but not painful.

The elevator ride up to Celeste's penthouse was thick with tension. Estelle's heart was racing, a mix of excitement, nervousness, and the undeniable pull of attraction flooding her senses. She had never seen Celeste like this—so completely in control, so utterly dominant—and it was doing things to her that she couldn't quite explain.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Celeste practically dragged Estelle inside her apartment, slamming the door shut behind them.

"Celeste, I—" Estelle tried again, but Celeste cut her off with a heated, possessive kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. Estelle melted into it, her hands instinctively grabbing onto Celeste's shoulders as their bodies pressed together.

When Celeste finally pulled back, her eyes were dark, her voice a low growl. "I don't care what happened on that dance floor, Estelle. You are mine. No one else gets to touch you. No one."

Estelle's heart raced, her body responding to the raw intensity in Celeste's voice. She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she whispered, "I didn't want her to touch me. I pushed her away."

Celeste's eyes softened for a brief moment, but the possessiveness never left them. "I know," she murmured, her fingers brushing lightly over Estelle's cheek. "But that doesn't change how I feel."

Before Estelle could respond, Celeste's hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as she kissed her again—this time slower, but just as possessive, just as dominant. Estelle's head spun, her body reacting to every touch, every kiss, every whispered word.

"You belong to me, Estelle," Celeste growled against her lips, her hands sliding down to grip Estelle's hips firmly. "And I'm going to remind you of that tonight."

Estelle shivered at the promise in Celeste's voice, her body trembling with anticipation as she nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Celeste's smirk deepened, her hands tightening on Estelle's hips as she pushed her toward the bedroom, the possessiveness in her eyes sending shivers down Estelle's spine. "Good," she murmured. "Because I'm not letting you forget it."