Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 52

Though Miranda's gaze lacked any trace of desire as she contemplated his body, it still managed to set Elian ablaze.

He was a man, after all, a man in his prime, so he knew exactly what kind of heat was coursing through him.

And he could tell, without a doubt, that Miranda's look held a certain satisfaction with what she saw. It wasn't the first time, either. That unabashed, appraising stare she reserved just for him... he found himself oddly enjoying it.

Unlike other women whose stares made his skin crawl, Miranda was the only one who looked at him so openly, so boldly.

Elian's voice was like a siren's call, teasing Miranda right down to her very bones. Her eyes roamed even more openly over him; if looks could satisfy one’s desire, hers would be reaching to the climax.

"You..." her gaze deliberately lingered on his belt buckle.

Elian raised an eyebrow, waiting for her next words.

"Wish," Miranda said with a hint of disdain.

Elian's expression froze, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he enunciated her name. "Miranda."

To Miranda, Elian seemed like a puppy she had just playfully kicked, barking indignantly at her.

Miranda tugged her lips.

Meanwhile, Sebastian observed the pair from where he was mingling with the crowd. Seeing them engrossed in conversation, a chill flickered behind his glasses.

Unlike the notoriously ruthless Elian, who most people feared, Sebastian's demeanor was more genteel, easy to converse with, though those who knew him well understood the steely resolve beneath that polished exterior.

"It seems you’re serious this time, Mr. Everhart," the man quipped with a playful grin.

Sebastian said nothing, merely took a measured sip of his wine, his gaze lingering thoughtfully on Miranda and Elian across the room.

At the same time, many of the young ladies at the party couldn't help but glance toward Sebastian and Elian. Both men, each with their distinct allure, were effortlessly more striking than any movie star.

These men, with their commanding presence, were beyond comparison to celebrities' finest. Unfortunately, one was as perilous and mesmerizing as a siren's call, while the other was like an untouchable, exquisite statue on a pedestal.

Meanwhile, outside the grand hotel where the party was held, the face of each member of the Hawke family set in grim lines.