CHAPTER 242: TIME SPENT IN THEATRE

From this Chapter onwards, story will continue from Ezra’s POV.

The grand mansion of Miss Elizabeth loomed like a quiet giant under the late evening sky, its stone walls and tall windows glowing faintly in the fading light. Inside, the small private theater was a cozy contrast, its plush red velvet seats arranged in neat rows, the air warm with the faint hum of the projector.

The screen flickered with the opening scenes of *50 Colours of Pink*, a new R-rated movie that had been buzzing with rumors for its bold, erotic edge. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of sconces casting shadows on the ornate walls, and the faint scent of popcorn and polished wood filled the air. I sat in the middle row, my bare chest exposed, wearing only my black pants, the cool leather of the seat against my skin. Elizabeth sat beside me, her presence a mix of elegance and daring, her silk transparent gown clinging to her curves, the faint outline of her naked body visible beneath the sheer fabric. Her legs were crossed, one slender foot dangling, catching the light as she leaned closer, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders.

"Are you enjoying it, Ezra?" Elizabeth asked, her voice low and teasing, her eyes flicking to me with a playful glint before returning to the screen.

"Yeah, I’m loving it. Thanks for inviting me," I said, flashing a smile, my voice warm but tinged with the weight of the day. My heart was still heavy from Aeri’s rejection, her words echoing in my mind, but being here with Elizabeth, in this lavish theater, felt like a temporary escape from the ache.

Elizabeth leaned closer, her head resting against my chest, her warmth seeping into me as she settled in to watch the movie. I draped my arm around her shoulders, holding her close, my fingers brushing the soft silk of her gown. Her closeness was comforting, her perfume a subtle mix of jasmine and spice, and for a moment, I let myself sink into the moment, the movie’s pulsing soundtrack filling the room. *I wish I could hold Aeri like this,* I thought, my chest tightening at the image of her in my arms, curled up watching a movie, her laughter soft in my ear. *But she pushed me away, rejected me just like that.* The sting of it lingered, but Elizabeth’s warmth against me, her easy presence, didn’t feel so bad either, like a bandage on a wound that hadn’t quite healed.

The movie’s scenes started to heat up, the screen flashing with a bold sex scene, the actors’ moans echoing through the theater. "Ahhh... ahhh... yeahhh..." the woman on screen gasped, her voice raw and unfiltered, the camera lingering on tangled limbs and flushed skin.

I coughed slightly, my cheeks warming as I shifted in my seat. "Ahem," I muttered, reaching for the glass of whiskey on the armrest, the ice clinking softly as I took a sip. "Damn," I said under my breath, my eyes glued to the screen, the intensity of the scene catching me off guard, stirring something in me despite the ache in my heart.

Elizabeth giggled, her head still resting on my chest, her hand brushing my arm as she watched the screen with a mischievous grin. "So fucking hot," she said, her voice light and playful, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she glanced up at me. "Didn’t expect it to get this spicy so fast, huh?"

I laughed, the whiskey burning my throat as I set the glass down, my arm tightening slightly around her shoulders. "Yeah, they’re not holding back," I said, my voice teasing but my heart racing, the scene’s raw energy pulling me in despite my swirling thoughts about Aeri. "You pick this movie just to mess with me or what?"

She smirked, tilting her head to look up at me, her gown slipping slightly to reveal more of her shoulder. "Maybe a little," she teased, her voice sultry, her fingers tracing a light pattern on my arm. "But you’re not complaining, are you?"

"Truly," I said, my voice low, a small smile tugging at my lips as I brushed my hand along her waist, my fingers grazing the soft silk of her gown, feeling the curve of her body beneath.

Elizabeth tilted her head up, her eyes glinting with mischief as she pressed a slow, teasing kiss to my chest, her lips brushing my nipple, sending a shiver through me.

"Just like us, maybe..." she murmured, her voice sultry, her hands sliding across my stomach, her touch light but deliberate, stirring heat in me despite the ache of Aeri’s absence.

On the screen, the movie’s sex scene grew bolder, the male lead’s voice rough and commanding. "Argh... you love my dick so much, don’t you? Take this... bitch," he growled, dominating his partner as the camera lingered on their tangled limbs, the scene raw and unfiltered, amplifying the tension in the room.

I chuckled, my hand sliding up to grope Elizabeth’s boobs over the thin fabric of her gown, the silk cool under my fingers as I felt her nipples harden. "Yeah... just like us," I said, my voice teasing but thick with desire, "or maybe we’re even better." I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, my mouth crashing against hers, hungry and urgent.

She kissed me back, her lips soft but fierce, her hands sliding down to my groin, rubbing my dick through my pants, the pressure making me harden instantly.

"Getting a little bold, huh?" she teased, pulling back slightly, her breath warm against my lips, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she felt me respond under her touch.

I grinned, my fingers teasing her nipples through the gown, pinching lightly as our lips crashed again, the movie’s moans echoing in the background. "Can’t help it with you around," I said, my voice low, my heart racing as she unbuckled my pants, her fingers deftly pulling down the zipper. She reached inside, taking my hard cock out, her touch sending a jolt through me.

"Ahhmm... so fucking hard you’ve gotten," Elizabeth said, her voice sultry, her hand stroking my dick slowly, her fingers wrapping around it as she leaned down, smooching my chest and abs, her lips warm and teasing against my skin.

"Yeah, because you’re so hot, baby," I said, giggling, my hand sliding to her back, pulling her closer as my cock throbbed in her hand, the movie’s heat amplifying the fire between us.

"Hehe, smooth talker," she said, smiling up at me, her eyes glinting with playful challenge as she leaned down further, her hand gently stroking my dick, feeling it pulse under her touch.