Lines We Cross

Chapter 15

⚠️ Smut

After slipping out the back of the estate, YN and Elizabeth had made their way to the garage, where a sleek black Ferrari awaited them. The car felt like a perfect escape vehicle—fast, bold, and unapologetically luxurious. The adrenaline coursed through YN's veins as she started the engine, stealing a glance at Elizabeth, who sat beside her with an intensity that only heightened the anticipation. The drive to the hotel was swift, filled with a charged silence punctuated by glances that spoke volumes.

The hotel's underground garage offered some privacy, allowing them to slip out of the car without being seen. As they stepped into the elevator, the air between them grew thicker, the anticipation almost unbearable. When they reached the sixth floor, YN barely had time to catch her breath before they were standing in front of Room 614. Elizabeth stepped aside to let YN in, and as YN entered, Elizabeth closed the door quietly behind them, locking it with a twist of the latch.

The room was sleek and modern, with soft lighting that cast a warm glow over the minimalist decor. YN's eyes flicked briefly around the space before landing back on Elizabeth, who was watching her with a subtle, knowing smile. The bed was draped in crisp white linens, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the city, where the lights flickered like a thousand secrets.

Elizabeth's voice broke the silence. "Give me a moment," she said, her tone casual but with an underlying edge. "I'll be right out."

YN watched as Elizabeth disappeared into the bathroom, the door closing softly behind her. Left alone, YN took a second to absorb her surroundings, her heart still pounding from the rush of getting there. The room was elegant in its simplicity—uncluttered but rich with the atmosphere of luxury. There was an air of anticipation, as if the room itself was waiting for what was about to happen.

The bathroom door clicked open, and YN turned as Elizabeth stepped back into the room. She wore black lace lingerie that hugged her body in all the right places, the delicate fabric accentuating her curves. The sight of her took YN's breath away. Her mind went blank, and she could only stare as Elizabeth approached with the grace of a predator who knew exactly the effect she was having.

Elizabeth's lips curled into a satisfied smile at YN's reaction. "You look like you've seen a ghost," she teased, her voice smooth as she closed the distance between them.

YN swallowed, her pulse quickening even further. "I wasn't expecting... that," she admitted, her voice coming out rougher than she intended.

Elizabeth's smile deepened as she reached up to straighten the lapel of YN's suit, her fingers grazing the fabric. "Good," she murmured, her voice low and deliberate. "I like keeping you on your toes."

Without another word, Elizabeth pulled YN into a heated kiss. The teasing and restraint melted away, replaced by a raw, urgent need. YN's hands found Elizabeth's waist, gripping her tightly and pulling her closer. She felt Elizabeth's body press against hers, the heat between them almost overwhelming as the kiss deepened.

Elizabeth guided YN back toward the bed, the kiss never breaking. As YN's back hit the mattress, Elizabeth climbed on top, straddling her with a dominance that sent a shiver through YN's entire body. There was no question who was in control. Elizabeth's kisses were deliberate, her movements calculated as she pinned YN's wrists to the bed.

"Tonight?" Elizabeth whispered against YN's lips, her voice rough with desire. "Tonight, you're mine."

The words sent a thrill through YN, her breath catching as Elizabeth's hands moved with unhurried precision, undoing the buttons of her shirt one by one. When she reached the last button, Elizabeth's hands trailed down to YN's belt, loosening it with a swift motion before discarding it to the floor.