Chapter 1 A Night of Desire

Evelyn's POV

I lay in the guest room on the second floor of the Blackwood Estate, trying desperately to ignore the sounds coming through the wall. The cool, smooth silk sheets only made the luxurious guest room feel even more lonely and empty.

Just five hours ago, I was buried in work at the ER at Mercy West Hospital. Then Victoria called, saying Dorian had arranged a special family dinner. As his fiancée, I had no choice but to drop everything and come. But the moment dinner was over, Dorian disappeared into the master bedroom with one of his many lovers, Emily Parker, leaving me stuck in this guest room.

"Ah... Dorian... right there..." Emily's over-the-top moans pierced through the wall, mixed with the rhythmic squeaking of the bed frame. I bit my lip, my chest burning with anger and humiliation. Dorian's deep groans made my heart pound. Even through the wall, I could picture his perfect muscles flexing in the moonlight.

No, I shouldn't have thought like that. Dorian might have been incredibly handsome, but he was disgustingly crude. Just thinking about our upcoming wedding made me feel sick. I was an OB-GYN, for crying out loud. My parents may have pushed me into that arranged marriage, but there was no way I was going to let anyone walk all over my dignity like that.

The noises from next door grew louder until I couldn't take it anymore. I filled a basin with cold water and walked to the master bedroom door. Beneath the crystal chandelier, the door was slightly ajar, letting out clear sounds of panting and moaning.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the large bed. Emily was straddling Dorian's muscular waist, her pale body rising and falling in a steady rhythm. His powerful hands gripped her slim waist, guiding her movements as she arched her back, breasts bouncing with each thrust. The sight of his muscled chest gleaming with sweat in the moonlight made my breath catch. Emily's long hair cascaded down her back as she threw her head back in ecstasy, her moans growing louder.

Dorian's impressive physique commanded attention - broad shoulders tensing, abs flexing, strong thighs planted firmly on the silk sheets. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark with primal hunger as he drove up into her. Each powerful thrust drew gasps from Emily's lips. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the hypnotic display of raw passion, my own body betraying me with an unwanted rush of heat.

"God, Dorian, you're so big," Emily panted, her fingers digging into his chest. "Harder... please..."

He flipped them over in one smooth motion, pinning her beneath his muscular frame. The bed creaked rhythmically as he thrust into her. Emily wrapped her legs around his waist, crying out with each deep stroke. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, skin glistening with sweat in the moonlight.

I couldn't help but stare at Dorian's perfect physique, my throat tightening. A light sheen of sweat covered his broad chest, the muscles flexing enticingly in the moonlight with each movement. His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark with wild desire.

Before I could think twice, I threw the cold water. Emily screamed and jumped up, scrambling to grab her clothes.

Dorian angrily stormed over, grabbing my hand tightly and demanding, "Are you crazy, you bitch?"

"I was just trying to cool you two off," I retorted.

"Care to join us, Evelyn?" His voice was low and husky, still thick with pleasure.

Fighting to control my trembling, I turned and left. Emily's panicked footsteps echoed behind me before fading down the hallway. I knew I'd made a grave mistake, but I'd had no choice.

Soon after, Victoria, Dorian's mother, called from downstairs. I had to descend to the brightly lit European-style sitting room, where she sat elegantly on the leather sofa. Her eyes flickered with displeasure at my thin nightgown.

"Is this how you were raised, Evelyn?" she asked coldly.

Suppressing my anger, I replied, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Blackwood, but all my clothes are in the master bedroom. This was all I had in the guest room."

Alexander, Dorian's father, entered the sitting room, frowning at my attire. "What happened?"

"Dorian brought... a friend home, so I was moved to the guest room." As I spoke, I noticed Thompson, the butler, exchanging knowing looks with Victoria.

Just as I was about to continue speaking, Dorian leisurely walked down in a tight white shirt and interrupted me. "Evelyn, you'd better keep that mouth of yours shut," he said.

Alexander looked serious, saying to Dorian, "Do you have a friend here?"

"That's not true, Father. Evelyn is a lying bitch," Dorian explained.

Alexander retorted, "If no one is here, why did it take you so long to come down?"

Dorian started to lie. "I was busy with something, halfway through it, and then Thompson came up to call me. Didn't I have to take a shower? Evelyn came down first because she was worried you might be anxious."

Victoria's expression didn't change. "Thompson, is that true?"

Thompson nodded. "Yes, Madam."

Dorian crossed his long legs, tapping lightly at the knee, his sexy gray-green eyes fixed intently on me. I was so unnerved by his intense gaze that I didn't dare to continue speaking. After a while, Alexander got up and left.

Victoria paused for a moment, her gaze meaningful as she glanced towards the second floor, lowering her voice. "Dorian, your grandfather likes Evelyn. By then, none of you should speak carelessly in front of your grandfather."

David was Dorian's grandfather, he was the one person in the entire Blackwood family who treated me the best. Victoria's words were clearly meant for me.

Dorian's face showed impatience. "Alright, I see."

In this estate, I would always be an outsider. The realization chilled me to the bone.

Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the marble staircase. As I started up the stairs, Dorian suddenly appeared at the landing. After Thompson left, he pulled me against the wall.

His tall frame pinned me against the wall, one hand gripping my waist possessively while the other slid up my thigh, pushing my thin nightgown higher. His hardness pressed insistently against me through his pants. When his fingers found my center, my body betrayed me, already wet from watching him earlier. He growled in satisfaction.

"So responsive," he murmured against my neck, skilled fingers working me expertly.

"Your body knows who it belongs to, even if you try to deny it."

I bit back a moan as his thumb circled my most sensitive spot. His other hand roughly kneaded my breast through the silk, pinching and rolling the hardened peak. Despite my hatred for him, my traitorous body arched into his touch.

"Evelyn, you're my fiancée," he whispered in my ear, his palm sliding lower, "I can do whatever I want with you."

Fighting my tremors, I sneered, "I want to sleep in the master bedroom."

"Sure," he smiled wickedly, "We can all share the bed. I'm sure Emily wouldn't mind."

Dorian forcibly carried me to the master bedroom.