Chapter 3

To flee for her life or help?

The Don of the most powerful mafia family in the whole world was crumbling just a few feet away from her.

He made a weak gesture, as if telling her to go.

But when he tried to take another step, his shivering legs failed him.

He slumped hard against the wall, and Lia instinctively rushed to assist. She grasped him before he fell.

"Are....you...okay?" She stuttered.

Lia's physical contacts with his skin suddenly made his muscles enlarged and he sweat profusely.

It was until now that he realized his drink had been manipulated with some aphrodisiac drugs to force out his sexual urges. Who could've done this?

The only plausible answer is the closest ally to him, Matteo.

"That bastard, he hissed."

He pushed her away with surprising strength for a man in his state.

"Don't touch me," he ordered in a rough, deep voice.

Lia's body flinched.

"I'm sorry," she quickly apologized, raising both hands in surrender. "I was only trying to help."

"I don't need help."

He forced himself upright, but the effort cost him. His legs gave way and he fell. This time harder, and on Lia's chest.

Her breath hitched. He's currently on her, his big sexy chest touching hers. She couldn't deny the fact that the don was extremely handsome and hot, but that's not the problem now, everything is totally wrong.

He slowly looked down at her.

She saw the raw, undisguised heat in his eyes.

An intensity she had only ever read about but never truly witnessed.

Her body responded before her mind could catch up.

A current shot through her, sharp and electrifying.

She wanted to move, to push him away, to run, but something in her didn’t want to, anxious and desperate to see what will really happen next.

Trapped by the weight of his body and the force of his gaze.

Lorenzo lowered his head slowly, giving her every chance to turn away.

She didn't.

His lips brushed against hers tentatively at first.

Testing. Then he kissed her.

It wasn't gentle or polite. It was demanding, hungry, consuming.

A kiss that claimed her without words.

He shifted, deepening the connection, and the fabric of her dress bunched up around her thighs. His fingers dug into her skin, anchoring her to him, to this moment, to this madness.

"I gave you every chance to turn away, but you didn't. Shall I have this moment?." He asked, his voice so ragged and low.

Lia's mind was a storm. Every rational thought screamed at her to stop this.

But her body... her body was speaking a different language entirely.

A language she didn't recognize.

"Yes......"

The word came out as a whisper.

A guttural sound came from him next, as he dragged her closer and his hands moved with purpose over her body, and down to her underwear.

The fabric of her panties, which had been a barrier seconds ago, became a flimsy nuisance he resolved to eliminate.

She gasped when he tore it.

He's rough, impatient, but she can't deny she doesn't want it.

He positioned himself at her entrance.

And when he finally thrust inside, Lia's back arched off the floor.

A cry escaped her lips as he filled her completely, stretching her, possessing her. The slight pain mingled with a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.

Lorenzo began to move, a hard rhythm that stole the very air from her lungs.

"Awnnn...stopppiiittttt...more...pleaseee." She heard herself beg.

Each thrust sent a fresh wave of sensation through her, building something deep inside her core.

The world narrowed to the sound of their bodies, the scent of his skin, the sight of his face above her, contorted in a mixture of pleasure and struggle.

He was losing himself, and taking her with him.

His name fell from her lips like a prayer.

A broken, breathless plea.

It doesn't look like he will be freeing her anytime soon, as he turned her round and bent her over on the sink counter with one leg raised.

Lia's cheek pressed against the cool marble, the sensation a sharp counterpoint to the fire blazing through her veins.

She watched through the mirror as he positioned himself behind her.

His reflection met hers in the glass.

His eyes were black pools of raw desire.

Her own reflection stared back, a stranger with flushed cheeks and parted lips, her body already yearning for the next invasion.

He entered her again from behind, the new angle making her cry out.

The pace was brutal, relentless.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back to meet each powerful thrust.

The sounds that filled the restroom were obscene.

Wet skin slapping against wet skin.

His harsh grunts.

Her unrestrained moans.

Lia felt the pressure coiling within her, tighter and tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point.

She was so close.

So impossibly close.

Her entire existence narrowed down to the exquisite tension, the desperate need for release.

One of his hands left her hip and snaked around, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex.

He circled it with expert precision.

That was all it took.

The world shattered.

Colors exploded behind her closed eyelids.

A wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful crashed over her, and she screamed his name, her body convulsing around him.

He followed her over the edge moments later with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the mansion, his body pulsing as he spilled into her.

They collapsed against the counter, both trembling and breathless.

The aftershocks rippled through Lia's exhausted body.

The silence in the room was broken only by the ragged sound of their breathing.

Lorenzo’s weight was heavy on her back, a grounding force that kept her from floating away on the sea of sensation.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, slowly, he straightened, pulling out of her.

The sudden emptiness was a shock.

Lia felt a warm trickle of their combined release run down her inner thigh, a sticky, shameful reminder of what they had just done.

Reality began to seep back into the hazy corners of her mind.

She pushed herself upright, her legs feeling like jelly.

Her dress was a ruined scrap of fabric, barely clinging to her frame.

Lorenzo stood behind her, his back to her, bracing his hands on the sink as he stared at his own reflection.

His face was a mask of conflicted emotions.

The drug-induced haze was fading, replaced by something colder, harder.

Anger and rage.

Lia’s heart sank.

She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable.

She had just had sex with Lorenzo De Luca.

The head of the family Matteo belonged to.

The most dangerous man in the room.

And now, it seemed, he couldn't even look at her?

Just then, he turned to her and took some steps closer and held her cheekbone smoothly.

"Lady, you just saved me from eternal shame. A Lord like me mustn't rape or hurt a defenseless girl, I was set up to lose my legacy in this game."

She blinked surprisingly.

"Listen, young lady. I don't know who's friend you are or came with, but I'll pay your owner millions and even billions just to claim you", he promised as he dressed up.

"But for now, excuse me while I go back to pay back some dues," he added, as he pulled out a big roll of cigarette and lit it.

Lia was left speechless.

Her brain struggled to process his words.

Claim her?

Pay her owner?

She wasn't a piece of property to be bought and sold.

A surge of indignation warred with the lingering tendrils of desire coiling in her stomach.

She watched him take a long drag from his cigarette, the glowing tip a fierce point of red in the dim light.

He was calmer now, the tremor gone from his hands.

"I'll find you. Bye for now"

Then, he left.

Lia stood alone in the aftermath, the silence pressing in on her.

She walked to the sink and splashed cold water on her face, her movements automatic.

She needed to think.

What was she going to do?

Go back out there?

Pretend nothing had happened?

She could still hear the faint murmur of voices from the dining hall, the clinking of cutlery, the illusion of a normal, sophisticated evening.

It felt like a different world.

A world she no longer belonged to.

Her gaze fell on her reflection in the mirror.

“I'm in trouble……”