This is going to be a long chapter.

**Warning! You may see graphic content in this chapter** If you get super uncomfortable with slightly sexual content, then you can skip this chapter, I promise I won't be offended, lol.

Enjoy.

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With a firm grip on my hand, Finn led me down the stairs and onto the dancefloor. He walked in front of me, taking the brunt of the crowded space, and pushed people out of the way so I didn't have to deal with anyone drunkenly crashing into me. Honestly, I was still recovering from his demanding tone five seconds ago.

Not many people told me what to do and when they did it usually didn't end well for them. But when Finn does it...I practically crumble to pieces.

Elijah danced with a woman, his hands all over her and when she threw her head back, she smiled at her friends who gave her encouraging gestures. We disappeared through a small opening in the crowd until we came across Luca leaning against a wall, a woman pressed up against him practically attacking his neck.

A glance towards the balcony showed Kimberly holding the railing and dancing, her hair flying around her face. Theo sat in one of the booths on the platform above us by the bar. A guy sat next to him, their arms brushing every few seconds as they spoke closely.

We hit the center of the dancefloor and Finn used his grip on my hand to draw me in front of him. The crowd closed in around us, dancing to the track that blasted from the speakers.

Finn glanced at me, an unreadable emotion on his face. I looked at him through my eyelashes expectantly. He dropped my hand and slid his fingers along my waist until he hit my bare back. With one gentle press of his hand, I was flush against his chest, forcing me to look him dead in the eye since we were the same height with my heels.

Slowly. Sensually. He started moving to the beat of the music, letting me move with him. I ran one hand up his chest, taking my sweet time letting my fingers feel around the noticeable ridges there, until it came to rest on his shoulder, holding the back of his neck loosely.

We didn't say a word, content on just moving together. I could feel the base surge through my body from where I stood on the dancefloor and I let the music take everything that happened tonight away.

Here I was, dancing with a gorgeous doctor who wouldn't stop staring at me with an expression on his face that almost had me dragging him into a dark corner.

Sweat started to build up along my skin from the claustrophobic air caused by the other sweaty guests clammed up around us. My other hand ran through the short hair at the nape of his neck, my sharp nails scratching him lightly.

His eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the feeling and I grinned, trying to focus on my hips moving in time with his. He caught my amused gaze and narrowed his eyes, using his free hand to grasp my hip and press me closer to him as if there was any more space between us.

His hard body pressed against mine set off a wave of warmth through me and I visibly had to gulp down a breath of air. He leaned his face closer, resting his cheek against mine, his nose skimming along the space where my neck met my shoulder.

At the first breath of air on my neck, I gasped, instinctively tugging on the back of his neck, keeping him pressed against me as our hips swayed together. I couldn't even focus on the lyrics to the song, all I felt was the beat.

A shock of surprising warmth touched my neck and I nearly melted to the floor. Was that his lips? "Ana," he whispered against my neck and I let out a breathy sound. I couldn't help it.

The hand on my back moved. Barely an inch downwards.

He was hesitant, I could tell by how slowly that hand moved. I ran my tongue along the back of my teeth and rolled my eyes. Now was not the time to be shy with me.

I pressed my lips to his ear. "If you're going to go for it, then fucking commit," I hissed in his ear, playfully biting his earlobe before pulling away, a wicked smile on my red lips.

His eyes shone in the darkness, nothing but an ice-cold fire burning in his eyes. In one swift movement his hand slipped down to my ass and he grabbed it, squeezing once. I scrunched my nose, trying to hide the stupid grin on my face, and placed my face in the crook of his neck instead.

With his hand now firmly holding my ass, it brought our hips together more swiftly making me feel everything. Holy shit. I wanted to clench my thighs together but he would totally know what was going through my mind if I did.

My nails resumed softly scratching the nape of his neck, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin as I did, but my other hand wandered down to his chest, resting right above where his heart pounded.

Knowing I was the bold one in this situation, I made a move and slipped my fingers between two buttons of his shirt so my hand touched his bare chest and scraped my nails along his skin.

His whole body tensed and with the hand that remained on my hip, he gripped my chin in his fingers, holding my face inches from his. Our heavy breathing matched each other with every second that passed while his eyes fluttered between my eyes and my lips. I bit my lip. His jaw clenched.

"Are you waiting for an invitation?" I asked coyly, my lips slightly parted as I watched his tongue lick his lips subconsciously.

Finn snapped.

His hand threaded through my curls, bunching them in his fist as he brought my mouth to his in a fiery kiss. His lips were cold against my warm ones in a perfect combination. Waves of heat pulsed through my body as he sucked on my lower lip, biting it softly.

My chest tightened at the sensation but I refused to break the kiss for air. Instead, I tugged the longer strands of his hair and took control of the kiss, causing him to almost stagger backward from the force. His hands held me close to him, unwilling to loosen his grip on my hair and my ass. I loved it.

Trying to be the more dominant one, he slid his tongue across my lips, slanting his head to deepen the kiss. I opened my mouth wider and let him explore. He tasted like beer which would have turned me off completely but for some reason on him, I could look past it. My tongue met his and he groaned into the kiss causing my body to shiver in response. Oh my god.

Something slammed into me from behind causing me to lose my balance and crash into Finn's chest, breaking the kiss and accidentally biting on his lower lip as we broke apart. He held my body closely, helping me balance myself in my heels again.

I twisted around, ready to kill whoever just interrupted but instead came face to face with a bunch of armpits from people jumping with raised arms. That's when I finally registered the song playing around us.

We'd been so lost in each other and when I looked back at Finn he stood there patiently with a small smile on his face. I gasped and lurched forward, tilting his jaw up and placing my thumb on his bottom lip, wiping it gently, leaving a red stain that wasn't from my lipstick. "You're bleeding," I murmured, wiping it again with a frown on my face.

He grabbed my hands and pulled them away from his face, squeezing them gently, ignoring the crowd around us. "Doesn't hurt," he murmured in my ear, careful not to let his bloody lip touch me.

Without saying another word to each other we both silently left the dance floor that seemed to be getting out of hand with drunk partyers. I intertwined our fingers together and followed him to the edge of the dance floor.

We walked up the few steps to the bar level and then to the bigger flight of stairs that led to the VIP area. With one hand in his, I used the other to hold onto his waist to balance myself out each step.

"Ana, you sexy bitch!" Kimberly drunkenly yelled out once we stepped into the VIP lounge.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. The room looked a lot emptier, her group of friends had disappeared save for her mystery man who lounged across a couch in the corner, watching Kimberly quietly.

Some of her security sat with mine, laughing and drinking together. A girl straddled Elijah's lap, kissing him roughly from the short glance I got and immediately regretted.

Kimberly held out her hands for me to grab and I reluctantly let go of Finn's. "Why am I a sexy bitch exactly? Not that I don't agree with your drunken words," I commented casually, as my skin wasn't burning under this dress.

From my peripheral vision, Finn slipped his hands in his pockets and made his way to the small group of men.

She squeezed my hand and pulled me closer until my face was inches from hers. "Are you kidding me? We all saw that kiss on the dance floor, I nearly melted from the sexual tension I sensed between you two," she replied with a giggle. "Who knew the quiet doctor was so passionate."

"Everyone saw it?" My gaze swept across the room. "Where's Jasper?"

She waved a hand in the air, her bracelets twinkling in the low light. "He left forever ago, something about staying at the hotel tonight." Fuck. If he left before Finn and I kissed then I would be less worried but I don't have that information and I have zero doubts that Elijah or any of the others will tell him and he will then tell our father. Fuck.

The men all started cheering in the corner, Santiago shaking Finn's shoulders with a laugh. I rolled my eyes. Animals. I gestured to the bartender. "Ice, please." He stood there in confusion, holding a cup in the air. "In a cloth napkin." He nodded and prepared the ice.

I bunched it in the cloth, twisting the fabric so none of it could escape as made my way over to the peanut gallery.

Santiago smiled like a demon when he saw me and climbed off the couch, walking up to me. "Damn Ana, if I knew you were such a freak on the dancefloor, I would have gone after you years ago," he taunted with a chuckle, opening his arms to wrap them around me. "Poor Finn is gonna be battered and bruised when you're finished with him in bed."

I stood there with an unimpressed look on my face. "And I still would have rejected you like I did last time," I said with a pout, accepting his hug and ignoring the bed comment. Santiago's hand slyly skidded down the back of my dress and I shoved him away, using the side of my hand to hit him in the throat. He gasped, stumbling backward, choking on air. "Don't you fucking dare try to pull that shit with me, I swear to God I'm in no mood to deal with you," I scolded him, less angry and more annoyed.

The rest of them started laughing, making fun of Santiago's poor attempt. I sat next to Finn, turning my legs towards him, and grabbed his chin, pressing the ice to his bottom lip.

He watched me with half a smirk covered by the napkin, his eyes bright with humor. I glared back at him. "Guess you can be my doctor now," he said quietly, his voice muffled by the cloth.

"Shut up," I retorted, turning my head away from him.

With everyone's attention on Santiago whining about his sore throat, Finn touched my hand that held the napkin and moved it away from his face so he could lean in towards me.

"Your lip has dried blood on it," I pointed out when he was a few inches from my face.

He quirked an eyebrow. "A little dried blood never scared you before," he pointed out and captured my lips in a featherlight kiss.

This kiss didn't have any tongue or sudden movements, but it was perfect. This held more than the one we shared on the dancefloor. I kissed him back lightly, savoring the feeling for another moment before leaning back. His blue eyes held a certain edge to them, and I could practically feel the heat coming off his gaze on my lips. The muscles in my stomach tightened.

"Are you tired?" I asked randomly causing his eyebrows to furrow.

"What?"

I tilted my head to the side, giving him a pointed glance. "Are you tired? I think I'm ready to leave now," I said softly, my fingers brushing his thigh.

It felt like a scene from a movie the way he glanced down at my hand, up at my face, and back down before everything clicked together in his head. "Exhausted." Came his only reply.

"Thank fuck," I whispered, making him laugh as I yanked him up with me. "We're leaving," I announced to the group, earning a few boos in response. I flipped them all off as Finn wrapped an arm around my waist, playfully dragging me away from them.

"Ana! Ana, Ana, Ana," Elijah called, pulling the woman off of him and running up to me. I turned on my heel, expectantly. "I need the penthouse tonight."

My face scrunched up. "No, I'm literally going there now," I said pointedly, my lips pursed and my eyes darted to Finn for emphasis.

Elijah reached out and squeezed my shoulders, eyeing me down. "Ana, I need the penthouse tonight," he stressed, eyes wide with a pout on his lips. "I can't take them to the manor since I don't actually know-"

"Them?" I interrupted, looking around him and seeing the same girl sitting on the chair, patiently waiting for my little brother to come back to her.

He gave me a cocky grin. "She has a friend in the city-"

I pulled a face of disgust, covering his mouth with my hand and shoving him away from me. "Oh my God, you're disgusting. Fine," I held up a hand, "have the penthouse but Jasper's already there."

He grinned in victory. "I can deal with Jasper, you two crazy kids go home and have some fun," he added with a wink. "Make good choices!" He called over his shoulder on his way back to the group.

"Those are never fun," I replied with a laugh, entwining my fingers with Finn's outstretched hand.

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The car ride back to the manor was awkward. There's no way in hell that Harvey and Lorenzo didn't know what was going on since they kept glancing at the rearview mirror every few minutes like we were teenagers that could not be trusted.

Finn kept a healthy distance from me, opting to sit next to the other side of the car and dutifully stare out the window. I, however, enjoyed stirring the pot and decided to slide to the middle seat. He glanced over at me with a small smile and subtly rested his hand on my thigh. And that's how we sat for the rest of the car ride.

And then that hand decided to drift further up my thigh.

Sweet Jesus.

Which led to my choking on my laughter when his fingers came into contact with the thigh holster that my knife was safely tucked into. His face paled. I snorted. Lorenzo's head snapped to us. I clamped my lips together and looked out the window.

Huh, maybe we were acting like teenagers.

Once safe inside the manor, we casually walked through the foyer. Silence echoed off the walls, everyone sound asleep except for the patrols outside. Finn held my hand in his and took two steps toward the hallway.

I tugged on his hand, making him turn to look at me. I raised an eyebrow. "Were you seriously going towards the infirmary?"

He shrugged a cute and confused frown on his face. "It's away from everyone else and that's where my room is."

With an amused shake of my head, I dragged him towards the closest stairs and stopped on the second step, looking down at him. I placed both hands behind his neck and brought my face close to his. "I am not fucking you in a glorified shoe closet," I whispered against his lips.

The smile on his face was downright devilish. "Who says we're having sex?"

I leaned back, dropping both arms. "You can go straight to bed then, I don't need you to finish the job," I retorted, twisting precariously on my heel to walk up the steps but didn't make it a single step before he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back.

My eyes closed automatically from the fall but I didn't make a sound. He lifted me in the air and sat me in front of the steps. His arms tightened around my waist from behind me. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was trying to be cool," he rambled, pressing his lips to my neck repeatedly.

I took a second to bask in my personal victory before leaning back into his arms. "You are such a dork," I mumbled, "let's go." Halfway up the stairs I paused and bent down to take off my heels. He took them out of my hands and carried them as I led him up the stairs.

We quietly walked past Amari and Atticus' rooms until we got to my bedroom door at the end of the hallway. Finn opened my door for me and let me walk in first. I internally thanked Nora for having the housekeepers clean up after I left the room in a mess when getting ready tonight and decided whoever did it so late deserved a raise.

He threw my heels, aiming for the closet doors and I whirled towards him, ready to yell when his arms circled me and he kissed me before I had a chance to. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning backward, forcing him to crook his neck further to reach me.

He didn't even give me a second to even think as his hands slid down to the back of my thighs and lifted me in the air. One hand held me up and the other tangled in my curls, tugging on the strands. An unwilling whimper left my mouth when he pulled away, his lips pressing against my neck, gently sucking the skin there.

I swear to God if I get a hickey, I'll never hear the end of it.

The sensation of falling fluttered in my stomach before my back hit the bed and it took me a second to comprehend how he moved across the room without me noticing. His arms landed on either side of my head.

His eyes seared into my skin, strands of his white hair falling into his eyes. I lifted my legs onto the edge of the bed until my knees brushed his waist. One of his thumbs touched my cheek, brushing the skin there for a moment before moving to my lips.

I bit the pad of his thumb and watched him scrunch his nose, his eyes blazing at the effect on him. The other hand gripped my thigh, inching my dress higher.

"This isn't a one-time thing," he announced, the hand on my thigh drifting higher, coming to a stop at the knife holster.

My head moved on the sheets while I tried to gather my thoughts. "What?" My fingers itched to touch him, to grab him, and shut him up. Words could wait.

One finger braced against the buckle of the holster. "This," Finn said slowly, ensuring I paid attention, "is not a one-time thing."

I leaned up on my elbows and stared him down. "What makes you think that this is more than a one-night thing?" I asked daringly for someone who hasn't even orgasmed yet.

He smirked in reply. "Because I've been craving this moment with you since I realized you weren't an emotionless bitch and I'm not letting it slip away so easily in one night," he informed me, his face softening at his words.

I wanted to choke. How is anyone supposed to follow that, especially me, someone who people refer to as a robot? I couldn't say anything to that otherwise I would get up and run. So I reverted to my usual. Taunting. "Oh wow, you're so romantic," I deadpanned, "Awful lot of talking for someone who hasn't proved anything to me yet."

He rolled his eyes but smiled, showing he wasn't upset with my reply. His finger deftly flicked the buckle and the holster loosened around my thigh. Gingerly, he removed it from my leg, holding my leg upright.

Once the holster hit the floor, my leg wrapped around his waist, dragging him on top of me. His arms braced him on the bed before his body could crush mine. I used that same leg wrapped around his waist and flipped us over so he laid on the bed while I straddled his hips, a prominent weight pressing into my thigh.

He looked up at me in awed surprise. I grinned down at him and got to work on the buttons of his shirt. His hands comfortably caressed the skin on my thighs. My mouth dried up instantly. God damn.

I leaned my head down and brushed my lips against his tanned chest. Nipping and sucking at random spots just to make him squirm. While I kept myself busy, his hands slid further up my thigh, pushing my dress up until the hem sat, bunched around my waist.

His fingers fiddled with a scrap of lace from my underwear before ultimately deciding to get rid of the dress first.

"Hey now," I warned, placing my hand against his throat and pressing slightly when he haphazardly grabbed for the dress, "I paid four figures for this dress, if you tear it, I tear you," I threatened.

Instead of being bruised by my threats he shrugged, placed his hands behind his head, and gave me a sly smile, watching intently. I flipped him off but gracefully held the hem of the dress, hauling it up and off my body.

He abruptly sat up as I threw the dress behind me and flipped us over, my head hitting my pillows. I could feel his intake of breath at the brilliant idea of me deciding not to wear a bra with this dress, something I congratulated myself on while he almost drooled on my bed.

"I thought your bras were just overly padded."

My mouth dropped open. "You fucking asshole-"

His lips skimmed my nipple and I swallowed my insult with a moan, my head pressing further into the pillow. "You can say whatever the fuck you want as long as you keep touching me like that." I threaded my hands through his hair, yanking on the longer strands while he massaged my other breast.

My toes curled and I felt underwear dampen between my legs. Fuck him for affecting me like this. I don't think this was going to last very long and that thought pissed me off even more. His teeth grazed me and I whimpered as I felt the pressure between my legs rise.

"This isn't going to work," I blurted, dragging his head up to my face. "I need you. Now," I begged, drawing him into a blistering kiss, my tongue tangling with his.

A groan came from the back of his throat as his hand reached between us, grazing against the multiple scars along my body as he made his way down my body towards my underwear. He tugged on either side of the straps, disconnecting our lips so he could climb off the bed and take my underwear off, leaving me naked on the bed.

He stared at my body, his eyes scanning every inch of exposed skin. He got to work unbuckling his pants and I twisted around, moving to the nightstand and producing a silver wrapper from the top drawer.

Hands softly brushed along my back as I knelt on the bed, running over the particularly rough scars there. Finn wrapped an arm around my waist and turned me around in his arms, a glimmer of empathy in his gaze.

I brushed my fingers against his cheekbone, savoring the feel of our bodies pressed together as we gazed into each other's eyes, needing no words to understand one another. He placed a gentle kiss on my temple and then an even softer one on my lips.

The wrapper disappeared from my hands as he laid me back on the pillows, his hands touching everywhere he could while he slipped on the condom. Oh hell, I'm so screwed.

His chest expanded as he sucked in a deep breath and pressed his body against mine. Standing at almost the same height gave us the advantage of our bodies lining up together almost perfectly save for a few differential curves here and there.

He hovered over me, our chests brushing and he brushed a few curls away from my face. "Are you sure?" he murmured.

My skin felt like it was on fire from anticipation. I nodded quickly. "I'm sure." His eyes scanned my face as if he thought I wasn't telling the truth or something. I nearly smacked him. "Finn," I said in a hard and confident tone, holding his head between my hands, "I appreciate the concern and the ask for consent, the answer is yes. Now, will you please fuck m-!" I gasped as he thrust into me.

My head fell back against the pillows, a breathy moan leaving my lips the same moment he released a groan. My body burned against his with each slow tantalizing thrust. He took his time getting a feel for our rhythm. My hips met his with each stroke, my moans filling the air, completely unapologetic for who could possibly hear us.

He leaned his forehead against mine as he gasped breaths of fresh air, leaving sloppy kisses against my eager lips. His back felt smooth beneath my fingertips and once I wrapped my legs around his waist, causing the angle to feel deeper, my nails bit into his skin.

"Ana, fucking hell." Finn released a throaty groan, biting my neck, and my release build in my core.

I choked on air. "More," I whispered, clutching his head close to my sweat-slicked body, "Finn, please."

He started moving faster, one hand massaging my breast, squeezing roughly. My thighs automatically clenched around his hips, wanting to keep him there for eternity. "Fuck," Finn, "Ana-" he cut himself off with another groan, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he came.

The sound of my name on his lips was my undoing and I moaned his name loudly, spots shooting across my vision as my body tensed, slowly unraveling itself until my legs dropped from around his hips, feeling heavy.

I brushed my hands through his hair, the only movement my body allowed as I came back down from my high. Finn panted against my neck, one of his hands still tangled in my hair.

When he could finally move again, he lifted his head slowly, placing a light kiss against my lips before rolling onto his side trying to catch his breath.

"This is not a one-night thing," I informed him, a smile curling on my mouth.

He dropped a hand on his taut stomach and laughed. "Fuck no."

"I should have made you my friend long ago," I said in a sated daze, staring at the ceiling.

An arm draped over my chest and dragged me across the bed and into his embrace as he kissed the back of my neck. "We're not just friends, Ana, we never were."

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If you know me personally and you read this, don't talk to me about it, I beg of you.

I spent all day writing this. ALL DAY.

**One thing I feel the need to clarify is that I have never written content like this as most of you know. Don't judge me, I'm doing my best.

Until next time,

Sammipott xx