Feel betrayed already? Either man or woman, your lover might let you down one day
The bass in Velvet Room pulsed like a heartbeat made of neon and regret. Bodies moved against each other under violet light, drinks poured over glittering rims and the hum of scandal traveled faster than any song played by the DJ.
And tonight, Elowen Marchetti's engagement was the song on everyone's lips. She's going to marry that Capetti boy? Did you see the ring? It's worth more than this whole damn club. She's so lucky... marrying into a bloodline like that... Girl, she is the bloodline. The gossip bounced through the dancers, curled up the stairs to the VIP section, and slid like smoke into Amy Moretti's ears. Amy didn't flinch, didn't blink, didn't breathe but inside something cracked. She got up drink untouched, cigar half burned in the ashtray and left the booth mid conversation. Her stilettos clicked down the hallway, echoing like gunshots. She moved like a
ghost with a vengeance. The door to her office slammed shut behind her. She paced once, twice, sat. Leaning on the edge of her desk, Amy exhaled slowly as if it might stop the ghosts from crawling out of her chest. Giulia and now Ellie. Both Marchettis, both with eyes like wolves in a velvet cage, both smiling at her like she was some puzzle they couldn't wait to take apart. First Giulia had walked away traded love for legacy and now Ellie?
Amy's jaw clenched was I ever enough for that cursed family? The knock on her door wasn't gentle. She didn't answer, It opened anyway.
Allegra walked in hips swaying, blonde hair damp with sweat, eyeliner smudged from too many dances. One of Amy's top girls, a favorite on the floor and one of the few who had ever slipped past Amy's defenses. They had a history, undefined, unspoken, mostly physical. Tonight, Allegra didn't bother with small talk. She walked in, slid onto Amy's desk and slowly peeled her lace underwear down one leg and let it fall to the floor. Amy looked up. Not tonight but Allegra leaned forward, confident and hungry. Do the thing with your tongue. Amy didn't use her tongue, she never gave everything to anyone but one woman and she wasn't in this room.
Still, Amy rose; pulled Allegra forward and slipped two fingers inside her. Her mouth closed around Allegra's breast, tongue flicking against her nipple while her hand worked between the girl's thighs.
Allegra moaned soft, desperate. It should've meant something, It didn't.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Amy froze so did Allegra. Amy looked up, lips still wet; Ellie standing at the door, eyes wide, heart cracked wide open.
Amy backed away from Allegra immediately, her hand sliding
out of her like guilt. Ellie, wait but Ellie didn't wait.
She walked forward, eyes locked on Amy like a gun about to fire. The slap came fast, harsh a sharp crack across Amy's cheek that echoed in the room.
Allegra gasped, stumbling off the desk, bare thighs shaking.Amy didn't move, didn't react just looked at Ellie like the floor had been pulled from beneath her. Allegra gathered her things silently, dress in hand, heels clutched, mascara streaked. She didn't even look back as she slipped out. The door slammed shut. Now it was just Amy and Ellie.
You know what? Ellie snapped, voice trembling. I really thought you were different. I thought you saw me. I do. Ellie laughed raw and bitter. No. You saw something you could fuck. Something you could conquer. That's all this was, wasn't it Entertainment? Amy stepped forward. You should be asking yourself that. The whole city's buzzing about your engagement you thought I wouldn't hear? Ellie's mouth parted wounded, defensive. It's not what I want. Amy's gaze burned. Then why go through with it? Because I don't have a choice!" Ellie shouted. You think I'm free, Amy? I'm a pawn in my family's game! You think I want to marry some boy who barely speaks and wears cologne like it hides his cowardice? Silence. Ellie's voice dropped. I came here tonight... to tell you I didn't
want him. I came to tell you it was you I wanted.
Amy's chest twisted. But you were too busy fucking someone else.
Amy stepped forward again, slowly, then softer. I thought it meant nothing to you, I thought you were already gone. Ellie was in tears now, I came for you Amy reached out touched her cheek. I'm right here Ellie didn't flinch. Amy pulled her closer resting her forehead against hers. I don't want anyone else, Ellie whispered. Amy cupped the back of her neck. Then don't let them take you from me.
Their lips met hard, desperate, honest,It wasn't pretty, It wasn't delicate, It was everything. The kiss burned like a promise between clenched fists and unspoken pain. They left the club without a word, the crowd parted like water. Amy's guards watched them silently not one dared speak. Not with the look in her eyes, not with the girl at her side. Allegra stood near the bar, watching silent, hurting. But she didn't chase, didn't call out, she just took a drink and turned away. Amy opened the passenger door for Ellie. No one spoke until the city swallowed them in shadow and headlights.
Ellie turned, voice soft now. If I marry him it'll kill me.
Amy didn't look away from the road. Then we won't let that happen. Ellie's fingers slid over Amy's a touch like confession. Amy laced her fingers with hers, no words just war brewing behind them and something like love, undeniable, ahead. The city blurred by in streaks of light and shadow as they
drove neither of them said a word
The space between Amy and Ellie in the car was molten hot with things unsaid, things felt too deeply. The low purr of the engine only made the silence thicker. Amy's hand remained on the gear, knuckles white, her jaw set so tight she could've cracked glass. Ellie sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, but she wasn't looking at anything. She was feeling everything.
The taste of Amy's mouth still on hers. The warmth of her hands. The shame, the jealousy, the rage — and beneath it, deeper still, the hunger that never really left. Amy's voice was low barely a whisper over the hum of the tires. You didn't have to come.
Ellie turned her head slowly but I did. Amy glanced at her just a flicker of the eyes, but it landed heavy.
I didn't think you would. Not after... not after hearing about the Capetti engagement. Ellie scoffed, leaning closer, her voice steady now.
You think I care about any of that shit? she asked. You think I wanted some boy with a legacy and a limp kiss to own me because it makes my family look powerful? Amy looked at her now fully, deeply the kind of look that held more weight than a thousand confessions. You still walked in and saw me with her. I walked in, Amy. I didn't leave, that did something to Amy a muscle in her cheek jumped, she pulled the car over. Right off the main road, beneath a flickering streetlamp on a quiet stretch near the river, no one around, no headlights. Just the pulse of something dangerous sitting between them. She turned off the engine, the quiet was loud now. You're not leaving? Amy said, watching Ellie.
Ellie unbuckled her seatbelt, never breaking eye contact. Not unless you tell me to. Amy didn't say anything. She didn't have to because in the next second, she was reaching across the console, pulling Ellie into her lap with both hands one at the base of her neck, the other gripping her waist. Their mouths crashed together, messy and urgent, teeth grazing lips, breath caught between gasps.
Ellie straddled her, knees digging into the leather, skirt riding up over her thighs. Her hands tangled in Amy's hair, pulling it loose from its sleek back hold.
You're such a goddamn coward, Ellie whispered against her lips. Amy bit her bottom one, hard enough to make her moan. "And you're such a fucking brat. Ellie grinned through the sting. Then shut me up. Amy did With her mouth, then with her hands. Her fingers slid up Ellie's thighs, pushing her panties aside without patience. She found her already wet, already trembling. Amy groaned into her neck, then sucked a bruise just beneath Ellie's jawline. You came to me like this? she murmured against her skin. So wet you'd soak my seat?
I came for you, Ellie breathed. Do something about it. Amy did. Two fingers, deep, slow curling just right as Ellie cried out softly, her forehead falling to Amy's shoulder. The car rocked gently, windows fogging up, the rhythm of their bodies syncing into something dark and sensual. Ellie rolled her hips, riding Amy's hand, her own hands fumbling with Amy's blazer. She yanked it open, buttons flying, lips dragging down to Amy's collarbone.
You taste like fire, Ellie whispered. And I want to burn. Amy reached down, pushed her fingers deeper, harder now, thumb circling expertly. Then burn for me. Ellie arched completely undone trembling against Amy's chest as her orgasm ripped through her in waves. The kind of release that left her gasping, clinging, wild. But it wasn't over because Amy wasn't done. She pulled her fingers out, slow and slick, brought them to her lips, and sucked eyes locked on Ellie's.
Now sit back, Amy commanded, voice low and lethal, and let me. Ellie obeyed. She slid back into the passenger seat, thighs still shaking, chest heaving.
Amy climbed over the console, a lioness in heat, crawling into her lap this time. Her mouth was back on Ellie's, her hands unbuttoning her own shirt now bare beneath. Ellie cupped her breasts instantly, pinching her nipples, dragging her teeth across Amy's neck. You're mine, she whispered.
Amy smiled wickedly. I've always been yours. You're just late. Their bodies moved like they were built for this moment frantic, desperate, but full of something deeper. Not just lust. Not just revenge.
Something that could shatter them both if they named it. Ellie's hand slid between Amy's legs, found her just as wet. She pushed in slow, deliberate watching Amy unravel above her.
Amy moaned low, grinding into her fingers, biting her lip until it bled. They moved together, moaning each other's names like prayers with no god listening and when they came seconds apart it was loud. Shameless. A kind of worship they'd never known before. Fingers still buried, mouths clashing, windows steamed to blindness.Afterward, silence. Ellie leaned her head back against the seat. Amy lay with her cheek on Ellie's chest, eyes closed, heartbeat finally slowing.
Neither spoke. Until Ellie whispered, Don't leave me again.
Amy looked up at her. Don't make me feel replaceable again.
Another silence not cold just real. Ellie brushed her fingers through Amy's hair It was always you.
Amy closed her eyes. And it always will be.