CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

Sharon's hips swayed to the beat of the music as she danced her sorrow away.

This time, she made sure she was wearing a wig. She wore the shortest dress she had, completely oblivious to how ridiculously sexy she looked while she was drunk and dancing

Of course she wore the lingerie underneath. That was the whole point.

If Luca was going to go on fucking that whore, she was going to have fun.

She wore the servant's uniform, left the house unnoticed. Her killer makeup skills expertly concealed her look

She called an Uber when she was out of sight and straight she went to the place where her sorrows were supposed to die

Her senses were lost and she was in a completely different world.

Then she felt a hand cup her ass

Sharon gasped, and turned to see who it was.

He had chocolate brown eyes, blonde hair and was almost as tall as Luca

“Hi, I'm Jake”

He said, hand still on her ass.

“Hi Jake”

She said, taking his extended hand for a handshake

“What's your name princess?”

She looked at him suspiciously, as if she was wondering whether to tell him her name or not

“It's Riann”

“That's a sexy ass name, for a sexy piece of ass”

Sharon twitched. This was what she wanted, someone to take her mind off Luca completely.

But it felt wrong, he felt wrong. And he was giving her the creeps.

His hand rode up her thigh and he felt the lace of her lingerie

“What do you say we have some fun Riann”

Sharon dragged his hand away from her and pushed him slightly

But he didn't budge

“Go away, I'm not interested”

She spat out

But he didn't let go of her

His right hand suddenly went to her mouth before she could scream or do anything

His other hand was on her ass

“Listen princess, you're going to be a good girl and come with me alright”

Sharon was too out of touch with reality to defend herself. If she hadn't drank so much, she would probably be in a better position to fight back.

But before he could move further, Sharon heard a thud, and he released her

He held his side as he coughed out what looked like blood.

Someone had jabbed him in the ribs, but who?

She blinked her eyes as she saw a 6’5 man with broad shoulders, wearing a beanie leather jacket and shades.

“When a woman says no, she means no”

The blonde guy scurried away, clearly not wanting to pick a fight with him.

“Thank you—”

A familiar scent of cologne hit her, and she knew who it was. It could only be one person

Luca Pavilochenki

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“I see you're good at shaking your ass for strangers, but I would expect such for a slut like you”

Luca didn't even wait for her reaction. He took her wrist and dragged her to a car she had never seen before.

He dropped her in the passenger seat, as he caught a glimpse of what she was wearing underneath and something tightened in his chest

Luca drove, cursing after every few minutes. Sharon was drunk and saying all sorts of stuff.

“I don't want to go with you asshole!”

She screamed like a child whose favourite toy had been taken away

“You should've let that idiot fuck me, you're way worse than him anyway”

“Fuck you Sharon!”

It was a bumpy ride back home. Luca took off his jacket and covered Sharon up a little bit before taking her into the house

She kicked him and cursed as he carried her up the stairs, but he didn't let go.

Each time she struggled to get away from his hold, he caught a glimpse of her lingerie. Was Sharon aware? Did she do it on purpose?

Sharon could barely even think straight, there was no way she was consciously trying to manipulate him

Her back landed on something soft, a bed. But she didn't need to be sober to realise she wasn't in her room.

She was in Luca's room, his territory, on his bed, wearing nothing but a dress that could barely cover her

Luca forced her to chug something down, it was water and pain relief.

He had taken off his disguise and was now shirtless. He paced up and down the room looking at her like he would kill her at any moment

But he also couldn't maintain eye contact with her, there was a glint of something in his eyes

Sharon could not quite place what it was

“I fucking told you that you couldn't go out as Riann, it was a fucking rule!”

“Do you think this is a joke?”

Sharon was too drunk to feel the consequences of her actions at that moment. She just laughed at everything he said.

“Its your fa—fault Luca”

Luca walked to the bed slowly

“What did you just say?”

“If you hadn't decided to fuck that b—blonde, I never would've—”

Luca used his knee to part her thighs

He glided over her, slowly

“It's my house Sharon, I make the rules here

Sharon somehow knew she was in trouble, she just didn't know how bad it was

“How are you going to punish me Mr asshole?

Destroy my father's stocks?

Luca looked at Sharon lying in his bed

Maybe I'll try something else this time.

His hands fisted the fabric of her dress and pulled them up, so the only thing that was standing between him and her was the thin, lacy fabric of her lingerie.

Sharon in her disillusioned state grabbed his hand, and in a barely audible voice, she pleaded

“Please, don't touch me if you—

don't touch me if you don't love me—”