Chapter 5: The Snap

He dragged me through the crowd toward the back of the club. People moved out of his way fast. Sofia caught my eye from the dance floor and smirked, giving me a little wave like she knew exactly what was happening. My heels clicked fast on the floor as I stumbled to keep up with his long strides. The leather dress felt tighter with every step, my nipples hard against it, my pussy wet from the way he handled me.

We reached a private back staircase, dim and away from the main noise. Killian didn’t slow down. He pulled me up the stairs, his fingers tight enough to leave marks on my wrist. I loved it. The heat of his body, the way his muscles flexed under the suit, the pure control in every move. My Brother's best friend was dragging me like he owned me.

At the top of the stairs, he shoved open a door to a private VIP booth. The room was dark, soundproofed, with deep couches and low lights. He threw me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. The bass from the club was muffled now, but my pulse was louder.

I spun around to face him, breathing hard. My hair was messy from the dance floor, eyes wide but defiant. “What the hell was that?”

He stood there breathing hard, towering over me. His cold grey eyes were furious, jaw locked tight. “What the fuck were you thinking, Alessia?” he growled, voice low and rough. “Letting some random asshole put his hands all over you in the middle of the dance floor? You could’ve started a war in there.”

I straightened up, fixing the hem of my tight leather dress. My heart was still racing from the way he dragged me up here. My wrist tingled where his iron grip had been. Instead of backing down, I smirked at him.

“Big brother routine again?” I mocked, tilting my head. “You’re not my father, Killian. And you’re definitely not Dante. I was just dancing. Having fun on my birthday. Since when do you care who touches me?”

He stepped closer, his big body filling the small space. Heat rolled off him in waves. “I care because you’re a Vance. Because one wrong move and that guy ends up with a bullet in his head. Because I’m the one who has to clean up your mess when you decide to act reckless.”

I laughed softly, stepping right into his space. The leather of my dress brushed against his black suit. “Reckless? I’m twenty one now. Dante gave me the car and the freedom. I don’t need you playing protector every second.”

His eyes dropped to my plunging neckline, then back up to my eyes. His hands flexed at his sides like he wanted to grab me but was fighting it hard. “You weren’t just dancing. You were putting on a show. That tequila shot. The way you moved. Letting his hands slide down your waist. You knew I was watching.”

I moved even closer until my breasts pressed lightly against his chest. I could feel the heat of his body through the thin leather. My nipples hardened instantly. “Maybe I did,” I whispered. “Maybe I’m tired of being your ‘little sister,’ Killian. I’ve never seen you as a brother. Not once.”

His breath hitched. I stood so close I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my lower belly through his pants. He was rock hard. For me.

“I’ve wanted you for years,” I continued, my voice breathy. “Since you taught me how to shoot. Since I started dreaming about your hands on me instead of pretending I was just Dante’s baby sister. Last night I dreamed about you touching me in a dark corner. I woke up soaked, whispering your name.”

Killian groaned low in his throat, a sound of pure struggle. One of his hands came up, hovering near my waist, fingers trembling like he was fighting the urge to pull me closer or push me away. His grey eyes were dark with lust now, the fury mixing with raw hunger.

I stood there, chest heaving, waiting for him to snap completely.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, princess,” he rasped, leaning down so his lips were inches from mine. His breath was hot against my skin. “I’m Dante’s right hand. Ten years older than you. Touching you would be a death sentence.”

I reached up and grabbed the front of his suit jacket, pulling him even closer. Our bodies pressed together fully now. I could feel every hard inch of him. “Then sentence me,” I whispered. “I’m done waiting. I’m done being the good little Vance princess. I want you, Killian. Right here. Right now.”

His hand finally landed on my hip, gripping the leather tight. The touch sent electricity through my body. I was dripping wet, thighs slippery under the short dress. He squeezed, pulling me harder against his erection. A small moan escaped my lips.

“Fuck, Alessia,” he muttered, forehead almost touching mine. His control was cracking fast. I could see the war in his eyes. Loyalty to my brother fighting against the need to claim me.

I rolled my hips slowly against him, grinding just enough to feel his thick cock twitch. “Stop fighting it. I can feel how bad you want me too.”

His other hand came up to cup the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my long hair. He tilted my head back, eyes locked on my lips. The booth felt like it was on fire. The muffled bass from the club vibrated through the walls.