Selena found the whole thing absurd beyond words.
But Adrian—Caius—didn't spare a thought for her struggles. He bent down, hoisted her over his shoulder, and strode straight into the nearest lounge.
To allow guests to touch up their makeup and change outfits during the long Charity Auction, most of the spare rooms on this side of the second floor had been temporarily converted into lounges.
It took Caius no effort at all to find an empty one.
Selena's body hit the bed hard. One of his hands locked around her slender ankle—his long, angular fingers nearly engulfing the pitiful thinness of the bone entirely.
Caius lifted the hem of her dress halfway and traced his fingertips slowly up her inner thigh—until they found the wet, glistening trail.
He leaned in close, the tip of his nose ho
