Chapter 2 - A Soul-Burning One-Night Stand

"Wh-What?"

Amora's forehead furrowed. She couldn't quickly digest his words due to the influence of the alcohol she had consumed, but one thing she knew for certain was that this man would kill her if she didn't obey his words.

Before Amora could respond, the man had already pulled her out of the room. To preserve her life and escape this bizarre situation, Amora could only surrender herself to follow the killer's demands.

They hurried down the hotel corridor. Faintly, Amora heard several people chasing them from behind. More precisely, they were chasing the killer!

'What on earth is this?' Amora screamed in her mind, her face astonished.

Despite her head still feeling hazy from the alcohol, she could sense the danger surrounding her. In an instant, fear filled her mind.

However, Amora could feel the reassuring strength flowing from the hand that gripped hers tightly, belonging to the man walking in front of her.

'What is this strange feeling?' she wondered. Amora's heart raced faster as warmth spread through her body. With dragging steps, she followed the man without looking back.

As the man's pace quickened even more, Amora stumbled over her own feet. Walking was already difficult for her, but now she was being forced to run!

It wasn't surprising that she would fall miserably now. However, the man helped her up and then carried Amora in his arms.

Amora was utterly confused. The man could have just killed her and left her behind for being a burden. Instead, she felt as if he was protecting her.

"Kya!" Amora screamed hysterically.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she heard the whizzing sound of bullets flying close by. She wrapped her arms around the man's sturdy neck to avoid falling.

The sound of more bullets whizzing past reached her ears, and Amora buried her face in the man's broad chest. She could hear the synchronized rhythm of both their heartbeats thudding in her ears.

Slowly, Amora opened her eyes when she no longer heard any sounds behind or around them. She realized that the man had carried her into an elevator. Amora didn't know whether to sigh in relief or panic because now she was alone in an elevator with a killer!

Fear flooded her mind as Amora lifted her face slightly and found herself staring at the man's masculine lips. She swallowed hard.

“P-Put me down,” she squeaked.

However, the man ignored her request until the elevator doors opened again. Another man was there to greet them in front of the elevator. He slipped something into the killer's hand, and they exchanged words that were too muffled for Amora to understand clearly.

Amora's breathing grew heavier. Her vision became increasingly blurry, and she rested her head back on the shoulder of the killer.

Faintly, Amora felt the man continue walking and enter a room, then carefully lay her down on a soft bed.

Her hazel eyes narrowed sharply as she tried to focus on her surroundings and gather the remnants of her consciousness. 'Could it be... he's going to kill me here?' she thought, startling herself.

Amora tried to rise from the bed, but unfortunately, her body and mind were not cooperating well. The man approached her again, offering a glass of water and commanding her to drink it. However, Amora refused. She wasn't foolish enough to accept a drink from a killer!

Amora slapped the man's hand away, causing the glass to shatter on the floor. She knew her actions had likely provoked his anger. She thought he would end her life now, but he didn't take any action.

Instead of fear, a growing sense of anxiety filled Amora. She stumbled forward, nearly falling due to her clumsiness.

But a pair of strong hands caught her waist from behind, preventing her from falling disgracefully. Without looking up, Amora swatted his hands away from her waist.

Seizing the opportunity, Amora staggered towards the door. However, the man reached for it first and swiftly shut it.

Amora's face turned pale. There was no escape now; she was like a mouse trapped in a cage. She continued to stagger around the room, desperately searching for a way out.

'What should I do now? Am I going to die here? I don't want to die. Soon, I'll be Chris's wife. I don't want to die!' Amora screamed in her mind, panic overwhelming her.

Amora's knees collided with the corners of tables and chairs in the room due to her own panic. She couldn't control her steps. The influence of alcohol clouded her judgment, disrupting her balance.

Startled, Amora spun around and found the man standing right in front of her!

Amora stepped back until she was trapped in a corner of the room. Her body trembled as her back pressed against the cold wall behind her thin, strapless blouse.

Although Amora still couldn't see the killer's face, she summoned all her courage to focus her gaze on him.

"P-Please... don't kill me," she pleaded, hopefully.

Hearing her words, the corners of the man's lips lifted slightly. His smile again evoked that strange sensation within Amora.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you," he reassured her.

The man's whisper sounded so gentle in Amora's ear. He approached her face and wiped the sweat from her forehead with his fingers. His touch made her feel mesmerized.

Truly, Amora didn't know what was happening to her. Her body seemed to welcome the gentle touch of the man once more.

The musky aroma emanating from the man's body drove her wild, further clouding her mind, and she found herself reaching out to touch his face with the back of her hand uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the man's face appeared to resemble that of her fiancé's, causing Amora's lips to curve into a perfect smile. The illusion gave her newfound courage.

"You're so handsome, Baby," Amora murmured, unable to contain the turmoil raging within her.

Her fingers moved more wildly and boldly. Tracing the man's collarbone and then pausing at his broad chest, which had made her dizzy with desire.

Even more recklessly, Amora forcefully pulled at the man's shirt until two buttons came undone and fell to the floor. She swallowed hard as the man's sexy chest muscles were exposed more clearly.

A wave of heat enveloped Amora's body as she felt a strange flutter in her chest. Her slender fingers trailed over his chest, then sensually pushed aside the shirt that obstructed her view.

Amora lifted her face slightly, finally meeting the man's masculine lips, which slowly parted as he began to speak. "Miss, it seems you—"

Without giving him a chance to speak, Amora landed her lips on his. The man's body froze for a few seconds, but the sweet scent of Amora's lips made it difficult to resist the tenderness.

The man responded to Amora's awkward kiss, guiding it to become faster and more passionate. A few seconds later, he broke the kiss first.

Breathing heavily, he asked, "Miss, are you aware of what you're doing?"

Unfortunately, Amora ignored his question. She returned to devouring the lips that had clouded her mind. The pleasure that had intoxicated her no longer made her aware that this action would leave her deeply regretful the next day.

The intensely passionate kiss from Amora had stirred up the hormones that were igniting desire in the man's body. Slowly but surely, he cupped Amora's face with his large hand and returned the kiss with equal fervor.

His other hand had slipped into the thin, strapless blouse Amora was wearing. Amidst their kisses, Amora sighed at the touch of the man's hand on her exposed breasts.

The man guided Amora's steps until they were on the bed of the hotel room. Still not releasing his kiss, he enveloped Amora's body, and piece by piece, the fabric covering their bodies ended up on the floor.

"Are you not going to regret this, Miss? I won't stop unless you stop me now," the man reminded her.

The man knew Amora was under the influence of an aphrodisiac, but the beauty displayed before him made it hard for a normal man like him not to be entranced.

Amora's hazel eyes could see the sculpted muscles that wrapped the man's body beautifully. Her lips curved perfectly when she saw Chris's shadow on the man's face.

Amora wrapped her arms around the man's sturdy neck and said, "Don't stop. Prove your prowess, Baby."

The challenge from Amora's lips ignited the man's spirit. He fervently kissed the girl as if there were no tomorrow to quench his thirst.

The passionate kisses overwhelmed them both, melting into one pleasure. The gentle touch of the man's hands made Amora's lips continue to moan and sigh endlessly.

Moans also escaped from Amora's lips as the man's relic managed to breach her thin walls, which slowly crumbled. After his seed entered Amora's precious core, he withdrew.

The man was lost in thought as he saw the red liquid, resembling fresh red flower petals, left on the bedsheet. Slowly, the corners of his lips lifted perfectly. There was an extraordinary pride on his face as he had succeeded in obtaining something very precious tonight.

Approaching Amora again, the man once again drove himself to satisfy Amora's desires, which were not entirely fulfilled. Several times, Amora moaned as the man touched her sensitive spots, bringing her to the highest peak in the increasingly heated game.

When the game ended, the man gave a light kiss on the forehead of the girl who had become his woman. Amora looked very tired, but satisfaction was also carved on her face. Amora's shadowy hazel eyes warmed the man's expression.

However, that warmth turned cold upon hearing a small murmur from Amora's lips, "Chris, you're really amazing. I love you."

The man's face seemed to freeze upon hearing the call accompanied by gentle praise not directed at him. Slowly, his face melted. He gazed sharply at Amora, who was now peacefully asleep with a gentle snore before him.

Regis Lorenzo, the man with the full name, clenched his jaw. He breathed out roughly, then laid his body next to her. Although Regis knew she was under the influence of an aphrodisiac, mistaking her for another man truly wounded his pride.

'How dare this woman!' Regis fumed inwardly.

The one passionate night of love had ended, but Amora had aroused the anger of a successor to the dark world, dubbed the prince of darkness!