Chapter 248

Eleanor's POV

Looking at him in the dim light of my bedroom, my heart was heavy with guilt and complicated emotions. The night air felt thick with unspoken words between us. Outside my window, snow fell silently, each flake a reminder of how this evening had spiraled into something I never expected.

"I don't know how I can ever repay you," I said quietly, my voice rough with emotion. The words felt inadequate, barely scratching the surface of what I really wanted to express. The gentle hum of the heating system provided a backdrop to our tense conversation, making the silence between words even more pronounced.

"You don't need to," Jace replied curtly, his words clipped but his eyes telling a different story. He stood by my window, his silhouette outlined against the falling snow, hands tucked into his pockets in that characteristic way of his.

I couldn't stop myself from continuing, "But because of me, I've damaged your friendship with Drew." The words tumbled out, heavy with regret. I watched as his shoulders tensed slightly at the mention of Drew's name. Their friendship had always seemed unshakeable until I came along and complicated everything.

"It doesn't matter," he responded, still maintaining that frustrating brevity. But I knew better. I'd seen the pain in Drew's eyes earlier that evening, the betrayal written across his face when he discovered what had happened.

The guilt gnawed at me. Their relationship wouldn't be permanently destroyed - friendships like theirs were too strong for that - but knowing I'd caused even a temporary rift between them made everything worse. The weight of it all pressed down on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Right," I said bitterly, more to myself than to him. "What could I possibly offer you anyway?" My fingers twisted in the fabric of my sleeve, a nervous habit I'd never managed to break. "I have nothing. No connections, no influence, nothing of value to give you."

"Eleanor..." he said my name softly, almost like a warning.

I lifted my head, forcing myself to meet his gaze directly. The intensity in his grey eyes made my heart skip, but I pressed on. "Would you want my body?"

The words hung in the air between us. I watched as he visibly stiffened, his usual composed expression cracking for just a moment.

"Isn't that how it works in the entertainment industry?" I continued, trying to keep my voice steady despite the tremor I could feel building in my chest. "Trading favors for roles, for publicity? You're a powerful producer - I'm sure you've had plenty of similar offers." The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but I couldn't stop. "There's quite a list of actresses who became famous after working with you."

"I've never done that," he responded immediately, his voice sharp with anger.

I let out a hollow laugh. Who would ever admit to such things? Besides, I knew all too well that he found me repulsive. When I'd kissed him earlier, he hadn't responded at all. Not even the slightest reaction. He could be that indifferent to me.

"I'm just kidding," I said, meeting his eyes again. "You hate me so much - if you slept with me, I'd only be indebted to you even more. And you'd probably worry that I'd use it as an excuse to cling to you..."

Before I could finish, his face suddenly filled my vision. His lips crashed against mine, the kiss deep and demanding. I froze, my mind struggling to process what was happening. Why would Jace Gillard, of all people, kiss me like this? How could he...?

My fingers clenched involuntarily at my sides. This wasn't just a kiss - I could feel the urgency in his touch, the desperation in the way he pulled me closer. None of it made sense. My head spun with confusion and something else I couldn't quite name.

In the quiet of that snowy night, my hands moved to push him away but then faltered, falling back to my sides. Was this a transaction? A moment of regret? Or was I finally surrendering to whatever this was between us?

Outside, the snow continued its silent descent, beautiful and indifferent to the drama unfolding behind my window. My bedroom, once a sanctuary of solitude, now felt charged with electricity and unspoken emotions. The soft lighting cast shadows across his face as he pulled back slightly, his breathing as uneven as my own.

He pushed me onto the bed, his weight holding me down as he kissed me roughly. I could feel him unbuckling his belt. One hand tangled in my hair, the other fumbling with his pants.

His thick cock is between us, and a shiver of excitement runs through me when I think about something so massive fitting inside me.

"Scared?" he asks gently.

I don't answer. A mixture of fear and excitement, both unknown, fill my heart.

He groans and slides the head of his cock into me, tearing through my hymen with a sharp sting that has me hissing out a breath and biting my lower lip. His strong hands cup my sore ass, slowly lowering me onto his cock one thick inch at a time. His eyes never leave mine. He's watching me with an intensity that's as intimate as the feel of his cock inside me.

He lets out a deep groan when tears fall down my cheeks at the delicious pain of him spreading me wider than I've ever been. My pussy is clenched so tightly around him, and I'm guessing it's only because of how unbelievably wet I am that he's able to get inside me at all.

"Fuck," he groans when he's buried inside me.

I run one hand down his arm, feeling his strong muscles dance beneath my fingers as he lifts me back up the length of his cock. Leaning closer, I run my tongue over his bottom lip.

He lets out a growl and presses me up against the wall as he starts to fuck me in a hard, relentless rhythm that threatens to destroy my sanity. I slide my tongue into his mouth, needing to feel as close to him as possible. His fingers dig into my sore ass, and the feel of my nipples scraping against his hard chest is quickly pushing me to the breaking point.

I whimper and kiss him harder, knowing I'm only seconds away. His cock is so fucking big and every thrust is hitting my clit, and right when I start to cum, I break our kiss and scream his name, completely delirious from pleasure overload. It courses through me, making my muscles tense and my toes curl as my pussy spasms against him.