Chapter 2. The Night He Ruined Me

Aira’s POV

A soft cry tore from my throat as Chester’s mouth pressed against the delicate skin of my neck, his tongue lapping in maddening circles. My fingers gripped his jet-black hair like a lifeline, desperate to ground myself in a moment that felt like drowning in desire.

He kissed me as if I were the air he needed to breathe, hands steady as he held me in his lap. His lips—so soft, so sinfully sweet—left trails of fire over my skin, down to my bare shoulder blades. I felt myself unraveling, skin shivering where his mouth lingered, chest heaving with every stolen breath.

He wasn’t my friend. Not even close. But in that moment, wrapped around him, I wanted to forget everything else. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe the crushing loneliness we both carried—but I didn’t care. I wanted this. I wanted him.

“Such a beautiful, sweet baby,” he groaned, tightening his hold on me as he pulled my legs around his lean torso, kissing my throat like it was his onl