Half of him was pissed, the other half completely turned on.
Adelina DeMarco had no idea who he was or that tomorrow at noon she was going to be promised off to him like cattle.
But tonight, Lucian couldn't help but feel that Adelina wanted him for all the right reasons.
So, he was making a decision to enjoy it.
One drink turned into two and it was after midnight when they strolled into the penthouse suite Lucian was renting. Adelina whistled as the elevator doors opened. “Looks like we have a high roller.” She stumbled entering the place and leaned against the wall to gain her balance.
Lucian chucked. “We’re not in Vegas, baby.”
She smiled up at him, her shoulders pressed against the gold and white wallpaper. “Then why do I feel so lucky?”
Lucian couldn’t control himself at that line. Plus, her hips were thrust out towards him. Welcoming.
She ran her tongue along the seam of her lips, practically calling for him.
Fuck it.
He practically lunged for her, pushing her closer against the wall and devouring her mouth.
Yeah, this was wrong in so many ways. He wasn’t even sure if Adelina even knew who he was or what would happen tomorrow, but right now he just wanted every piece of her.
He ripped off her sequined top in one fluid motion, and stepped back to admire her perfect body. She licked her lips again, but his eyes were drawn to something else. The jagged scar below her left breast. He traced it with the tip of his finger and she winced. Tattooed over it was a black outline of a heart. “What’s this for?” he asked.
She pulled he hand away from the scar and the tattoo. “Just fuck me, Lucian.”
He happily obliged.
Chapter Three
“Theo!” her voice was raw from screaming. Her new, pretty dress was covered in dirt and her knees were scrapped and dripping blood. “Theo!” she screamed again. How long had she been here? Lost in the woods.
Theo and Vinny were racing through the woods with Adelina chasing after them. She knew they saw her, but still they had ran faster leaving her behind. Now she was lost. The tall trees were looming over her and her legs were aching.
“Theo?” she tried once more, tears tripping from her eyes.
“Topolina?” he called back.
Finally.
“What are you doing?” he asked, eyes scanning over her disheveled appearance.
She hiccupped a sob. “I got lost.”
“Come on.” He sighed. “I’ll take you home.”
He swung an arm over her should and led her back to path and back to their houses.
Theo always found her.
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Adelina was positive the entire room was spinning around her. Her stomach threatened to expel last night’s alcohol and if she didn't know better she would have thought there was a knife stuck in her head. The version of herself she hated the most was definitely drunk Adelina. Or maybe hungover Adelina.
Her eyes slowly opened to reveal she wasn't in her dorm room. She was pinned to the king-sized bed by a heavy foreign arm while flashes of the night before hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Shit." She muttered.