Skybound Ecstasy: The Possessive Pilot Who Flew Straight Into My Heart

"Why are your legs pressed together so tight? Do you like it that much?" The man's voice was low and rough, the sound curling around Gillian Brown's ear and sending a tremor down her spine.

She found herself pinned awkwardly inside a restroom stall, his large hand gripping her waist, his movements growing more relentless with every passing second.

She had pleaded for him to stop more than once, but he seemed determined to push her past her limits.

"Ashton, please-I can't take anymore. Let's stop, okay?" Gillian's voice was thin and shaky, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

The man behind her let out a quiet, taunting laugh. "Wasn't this what you wanted, my sweet soon-to-be cousin-in-law? Have you finally had your fill?"

The teasing lilt made her freeze. That wasn't Ashton's voice. Something was terribly wrong.

Heart pounding, Gillian turned her head, her eyes going wide in disbelief.

The harsh light revealed a sharply handsome face, broad shoulders, and a solid chest. This wasn't her fiance, Ashton Moore-it was his cousin, Luke Moore, the man who'd walked away from the family empire to chase the skies as a pilot.

"Why is it you?" Gillian's entire body went rigid, her hands shaking as she instinctively tried to push him away, panic rising with every heartbeat.

But the moment her hands met his chest, Luke caught her wrists in a firm grip, holding her fast.

"Didn't you just wrap your arms around my neck and tell me how much you wanted me?" He leaned in, his gaze dancing with wicked amusement. "You practically dragged me in here yourself. Sure seemed like you were enjoying yourself a minute ago."

At his words, Gillian bit her lip until she tasted blood.

She remembered now-after a single glass of wine left her head spinning, she'd glimpsed "Ashton" leaving the lounge and acted on a reckless impulse, only to find out too late that the man she clung to was Luke.

"I had no idea it was you!" Her voice cracked, eyes shining with angry tears. "You knew who I was, so why didn't you stop? Why go through with it?"

Luke let out a soft, unbothered laugh, one hand cupping her chin as he spoke with infuriating calm. "You kept calling me 'honey,' remember? And you were all over me before I could get a word in. How was I supposed to know you weren't doing this on purpose?"

The accusation made Gillian tremble with rage. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she raised her hand, aiming a slap at his face.

"You bastard! I'll call the police-I swear I'll make you pay for this!"

Luke caught her wrist with ease, pinning it above her head.

"Go ahead. Call the police if you want. But the hallway cameras saw you come in of your own accord-good luck convincing anyone you were forced. And think about it: if this goes public, do you really think Ashton will want a fiancee who threw herself at his cousin? Or that the Browns can handle that kind of scandal?" His rough thumb traced her swollen lips, his tone dangerously soft.

Gillian's face went pale, the weight of Luke's words settling over her like a shroud.

She knew he was right, but the thought of letting this humiliation slide made her stomach twist with bitterness.

Three years engaged to Ashton, and not once had they shared intimacy.

Worse still, the Brown family's business was teetering on the brink-her father, Fritz Brown, accused of contract fraud, their company gasping for a lifeline investment to survive.

If Ashton ever found out what happened now, Gillian could only watch as the Browns went under and her father was left to rot in prison. Her mother, Sophia Brown, was already gone-she couldn't bear the thought of destroying everything her mother had worked for, or letting Fritz fall.

Swallowing her pride along with the sharp taste of blood in her mouth, Gillian forced herself to speak, her voice rough. "Fine. Let's just forget this happened, Mr. Moore. From now on, you stay out of my life, and I'll stay out of yours."

She shoved Luke aside and began to put herself back together, every motion stiff with fury and shame.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from just outside the stall.

A man's voice rang out, playful and mocking. "Ashton, your fiancee is something else. I can't believe you've gone this long without marrying her. If she were mine, I wouldn't have waited."

Ashton's reply was thick with drink, his tone careless and cold. "You think I'm interested? Three years engaged, and I'm already sick of her. Her family's on the verge of collapse. If it wasn't for my grandfather, always worried about appearances, I'd have dropped her ages ago."

The first man's laughter was sharp. "If you're not interested in marrying her, why not sleep with her before you kick her out? Why let another guy enjoy what's yours?"

The men kept talking, unaware that anyone else was listening from inside one of the stalls.

Gillian stood frozen, bitterness twisting in her chest. So she'd been right all along-Ashton wanted nothing to do with her anymore.

Her hands curled into fists, nails biting into her skin. Part of her wanted to burst out and slap him across the face, but shame pinned her in place. After what she'd just done, any confrontation would only blow up in her face.

She'd always known the truth: if Moore Group hadn't backed the Browns, her family would have gone under long ago. Without her engagement to Ashton, everything she cared about would crumble.

Swallowing the ache in her heart, Gillian decided it was safer to wait. She'd slip out unnoticed once Ashton and his friend moved on.

But just then, someone outside struck a lighter. The acrid smoke drifted in, making Gillian cough uncontrollably.

The conversation outside broke off. After a tense pause, Ashton's uncertain voice called out, "Gillian?"

Gillian's breath caught in her throat, and she froze, not daring to make a sound.

Next to her, Luke's lips twisted into a sly, knowing smile.

Outside, Ashton's suspicion sharpened. The cough had sounded just like Gillian's-there was no mistaking it.

And this was the men's room. If she was here, what could she possibly be doing?

Driven by suspicion, Ashton began kicking open each stall door, his voice rising with impatience. "Come out! Is that you in there? What are you doing here?"

One after another, the doors flew open.

Inside the last stall, Gillian fumbled to fix her dress, panic rising, but Luke's grip stayed firm, holding her close.

He leaned in, his mouth grazing her ear, voice a mocking whisper. "What's the matter? Didn't you just have all the courage in the world?"

His warm breath sent shivers down her spine, her thoughts dissolving into frantic fear.

The footsteps closed in. If Ashton discovered her here, everything would come crashing down-her engagement, her family's last hope, her entire reputation.

While Gillian tried to steady her nerves, a loud crash sounded as Ashton slammed his foot into their stall door.

Finding it locked, he pounded on it again, his face thunderous. "Who's in there? Open up-now!"

Gillian's whole body shook, her heart pounding so hard it hurt.

Luke reached for the latch, making a show of opening the door.

Reality crashed over Gillian as she lunged for Luke's arm, whispering desperately, "Don't open it!"

Her voice broke as she pleaded, trying to keep her tears in check. "Please-don't let Ashton see. I'll do whatever you want. Just help me."

Luke arched a brow, clearly enjoying her distress. "Anything at all?"

Fighting back sobs, Gillian nodded, her eyes shining with humiliation.

"That's more like it." Luke's tone was almost gentle as he brushed a kiss against her damp cheek, his gaze laced with mischief. "It's a simple deal, really. You become mine-whenever I want you, you'll come running. That's the price."

Shock widened Gillian's eyes. The idea was unthinkable-how could he demand this, especially being Ashton's own cousin?

She instinctively wanted to refuse, but the sound of another violent kick against the stall door sent her panic spiraling.

With her heart thundering, she blurted out, "Fine. I'll do it. Just please-don't let him find out."

Luke smiled, satisfied. "Good. We have an understanding."

But just then, the stall door flew open with a jarring crash.

Gillian's whole body went rigid, certain that everything was about to unravel.

But before she could react, Luke slipped his jacket over her head, shielding her face from view.

Ashton's startled voice filled the cramped space. "Luke?"

"How dare you!" Luke's reply was icy, every word brimming with authority. "You've got some nerve barging in here."

"S-sorry, Luke-I didn't realize you were here. I just... I thought I heard something, and I was looking for my fiancee..." Ashton stammered, a nervous sweat breaking out across his brow.

He had always been uneasy around Luke. Now, faced with his elder cousin's cold glare, his knees nearly gave out.

"Maybe focus on keeping an eye on your own fiancee, instead of interfering in my affairs," Luke scoffed, positioning himself in front of Gillian, who stayed hidden under his coat. "Now get out."

There was no mistaking the warning in his voice. Ashton didn't dare to argue-he made a quick, clumsy exit.

He never would have imagined his usually distant cousin would pull a stunt like this at a family gathering. What sort of woman, he wondered, could get under Luke's skin this way?

Suspicion never crossed his mind that it could be Gillian-surely, she'd never have the nerve and everything.

Beneath the protective cover of Luke's jacket, Gillian barely dared to breathe.

Only after Ashton's footsteps faded did she finally gather herself, scrambling to pull on her scattered clothes, desperate to make an escape.

Before she could slip away, Luke caught her by the wrist and pulled her into his arms, his voice rich with playful mockery. "Leaving already? Didn't even say thank you, you little ingrate."

She bit down hard on her lip, voice still unsteady. "What more do you want from me?"

Luke leaned in, his tone dark and smooth. "Now that we've struck a deal, shouldn't you at least show a little gratitude?"

Gillian's entire body tensed, but she steeled herself and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to his lips.

He seemed amused, finally letting her go. With a satisfied smirk, he straightened his clothes and sauntered out of the stall.

Gillian wasted no time cleaning herself up and smoothing her dress. When she was certain no one was watching, she darted out and slipped quietly into the nearest lounge.

Almost at once, her phone rang-Ashton's name on the screen. His voice was sharp with annoyance. "Where have you been? Do you know how long I've been looking? This is my family's party-you're not the Brown princess here, so stop acting like one. I told you to stay by my side and toast the guests, but you disappeared."

"I'm sorry, Ashton," Gillian replied smoothly, a practiced apology on her lips. "I must've had too much to drink and fell asleep in the lounge. It won't happen again."

He didn't seem suspicious-just irritated. His tone was clipped as he ordered her to come downstairs immediately.

Unable to settle her nerves, Gillian made her way downstairs and obediently took her place beside Ashton, ready to say whatever it took to smooth things over. But before she could speak, her attention snapped to the sight of Ashton and Luke's grandfather, Kenneth Moore, his voice booming with anger as he chastised Luke in front of everyone.

Gillian froze where she stood.

"You're growing more out of control by the day! We have guests waiting, and you can't even be bothered to make an appearance? This is a family party, Luke-have some respect!" Kenneth's sharp gaze swept over Luke, and then paused, his frown deepening as he spotted the marks on his neck. "What's that? Did you get tangled up with some woman?"

Luke simply lowered his eyes, his tone cool and dismissive. "Just having a little fun, that's all."

Kenneth let out an exasperated sigh, his frustration mounting. "Fun-always fun! How long do you expect me to keep waiting for you to grow up?"

Turning to Ashton and Gillian, Kenneth's tone shifted, loaded with expectation. "You refuse to take charge of the company or settle down. Look at Ashton-he's three years younger than you, already engaged, and his fiancee actually knows how to behave in public! But you? All you do is waste time with god-knows-who."

Luke's gaze flickered over to Gillian, a slow, mischievous smile spreading across his face. "Ashton's fiancee is certainly... remarkable."

Luke deliberately emphasized the word "remarkable." In his eyes, Gillian became irresistible in the heat of passion.

Neither Ashton nor Kenneth sensed that anything was off, but Gillian's complexion turned ghostly.

Luke's gaze bored into her, so intense it made her want to shrink away.

Yet escape wasn't an option. Any sudden move or hint of anxiety might tip off the Moore family, and that thought held her in place.

Determined not to betray herself, Gillian pulled her lips into a careful smile, ready to offer a polite reply. Before she could utter a word, Luke cut in, "She's a little too fragile for my taste, though. Can't quite keep up."

A surge of cold dread went through Gillian, draining every bit of color from her face.

What game was Luke playing at now? Was he about to spill everything?

Terror clawed at her chest. Every instinct told her to silence him, to stop his reckless words, but she didn't dare to even glance up for fear he'd catch her eye and start taunting her.

Ashton's brow creased with suspicion. "What are you getting at, Luke?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Luke grinned, mischief flickering in his eyes. "She's clinging to you, looking like she might faint any second. That's the image of a delicate girl if I've ever seen one."

Only then did Ashton realize how pale Gillian looked, her fingers ice-cold against his skin.

"She's probably still feeling the effects from drinking too much earlier," Ashton said quickly. "She hasn't bounced back yet."

In front of Kenneth, Ashton spoke with quiet concern, his words gentle and reassuring. "If you're really not feeling well, I'll take you home now, alright? You have work tomorrow, don't you?"

Gillian managed a stiff nod. "Alright."

Kenneth offered a few words of concern and let Ashton lead her out.

With her gaze fixed on the floor, Gillian followed Ashton, a sense of discomfort prickling beneath her skin.

In the car, Ashton barely looked at her. He drove in silence, cold and distant, showing none of the warmth he displayed in public.

Before, Gillian might have tried to say something to lighten the mood or win him over. Now, after learning how he truly felt about her-and everything that had happened-she had no desire to reach out.

Back in her room, Gillian hurried straight to the bathroom.

Red marks stood out on her skin in the harsh light. She silently thanked herself for wearing a long dress with sleeves that day. If she had worn anything less, those bruises would have been on full display.

Luke's hands on her waist, the rough way he bit and kissed her everywhere-those memories made her shiver.

There were still faint stains of blood on her underwear, and even a gentle touch sent sharp pain through her body. She turned the water on as hot as she could stand and scrubbed her skin repeatedly.

The more she thought about Luke, the angrier she became. She swore she'd never let herself fall into his arms again.

The red welts stared back at her from the mirror, and Gillian's hands balled into fists.

Without a second thought, she grabbed her phone and scheduled a hymen repair surgery.

Her family's company remained in limbo, anxiously awaiting financial backing from Moore Group.

Because of that uncertainty, Gillian had no choice but to keep up the appearance of her engagement, even knowing full well that Ashton wanted nothing to do with her.

Once the tension eased a little, she stretched out on her bed, hoping for a bit of peace. Just as she reached to power down her phone, a new notification flashed across the screen.

A friend request had appeared from someone with a blank, jet-black profile picture. The name attached was simple-just "Luke."

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw it, and she found herself staring at the screen, breath coming a little faster.

Without a second thought, she ignored the friend request, shut off her phone, and tossed it aside. Exhaustion pulled her under, and she soon drifted off to sleep.

By the time morning came, Gillian had already messaged her department, telling them she needed the day off. She didn't go to the hospital where she worked. Instead, she drove to a medical facility known for strict privacy, high fees, and a solid reputation.

This hospital had quietly gained prestige and was now giving the city's top medical centers a run for their money.

With a mask covering her face, Gillian kept her head down and took a seat in the lounge, waiting patiently for her number to be called.

She barely had time to settle in before overhearing two nurses whispering nearby. One grinned and said, "Did you see that airline captain earlier? He looked like he stepped right out of a magazine. I heard we're doing physicals for civil aviation now, and honestly, his abs were worth the extra work."

"Shush, he's coming this way!" the other whispered in alarm.

Gillian glanced up, just as a handful of tall men strode out of the exam rooms.

At the front of the group walked a man who commanded attention without even trying. The crisp white shirt and tailored black slacks did nothing to hide his powerful frame-broad shoulders, lean waist, and impossibly long legs that made him look every bit the part.

Gillian's breath caught as she recognized him right away. That face was unmistakable. It was Luke.

Her thoughts spun out of control.

Instinctively, she pressed her hands together so tightly that her knuckles turned white, desperately hoping to vanish before he noticed her.

They hadn't spoken much in the past, but Luke's reputation preceded him. She had heard more than enough rumors about his cold, unyielding ways.

The idea of Luke learning she was here for something as private as hymen repair sent a chill down her spine.

Before she could think of a way to slip out unnoticed, a nurse rushed in, waving a medical form and calling out, "Patient No. 7! Gillian-"

Luke froze the moment he heard her name. His brow creased, and he spun around.