A Ruthless Bargain

Chapter Ten.

Amelia.

I tried to gasp for air seeing my Auntie's body slumped to the floor completely.

Yes she had abused me again, slapped me and called me all sorts of names but I had never seen Lucien behave like this. I knew he was dangerous, given the fact he accepted me in exchange for a debt but having blood on his hands.

I rushed to her side but Lucien put an arm in front of me. ''She's not dead.''

It seemed like he wanted her dead though or maybe there was a different reason for him to be really upset. His jaw tightened while he clenched and unclenched his fists.

''Go away.'' He breathed out.

A part of me wanted to stay but my body turned around, my steps heavier as I walked back into the party. The lights were more blinding now and they did nothing to ease the fear that was curling on my skin.

Every now and then the lights would flash in my direction and I expected someone to yell, to catch me and say I was the culprit but none of it happened. Instead the music got louder, blaring into my ears, men in suits peering their eyes at me. I looked around me but Lucien was still nowhere around.

On instinct, my legs moved to the bartender and I sat on one of the tall stools arranged.

''Everything okay?'' a familiar voice asked.

For a second I thought it was Lucien, his masculine scent wrapped around me. I turned to find Spencer standing tall behind me and I plastered an embarrassed smile, unsure of what to say or do.

Hell, I wasn't fine. I wanted to throw up, I wanted to go home, I wanted to wish this night never happened.

But it did and he had witnessed it.

He pushed the bathroom door right when my Aunt's iron palms landed across my cheeks. He had intervened, stood up for me and even offered me his handkerchief.

''Hey,'' he waved.

I sighed, blinking back to reality. ''I'm fine.'' I lied.

I was nothing close to being okay.

''I just need a drink to feel better and thank you for today.'' I said honestly.

Because if it had not been for him, I guess Lucien would find my unconscious body because she was ready to do that.

'''May I sit with you then?'' he asked politely, his smile still in place.

He didn't even know I was just a nobody sadly, he would have kicked me out instead just like Auntie Rita had planned to do.

''Yes.'' I breathed out.

He sat beside me, his scent grounding me while he ordered us drinks.

''What's your name?'' he asked, placing a glass of drink before me.

''Amelia,'' I replied, holding his gaze. ''Amelia Nightshade.'''

Something about the way he held my eyes told me there was more to him than he was letting on.

''Amelia.'' He tasted the words on his lips.

I emptied the glass in one go, my eyes closing shut as the burning liquid passed down my throat.

The bartender refilled my glass instantly.

''And what's yours?''

''Spencer,'' he said. ''Spencer Rodrigo.''

I nodded. A bit of my mind with him, one still recalling Lucien strangling my aunt and the other on the eighty million debt.

''You seem lost in thought.'' Spencer said.

I sighed, ''Thank you for today.'' I said again, really grateful I survived.

I didn't know why but the building was spinning, or it was my head, but everything was spinning suddenly. I gulped down the last glass of drink and turned to look at Spencer who was swirling his drink.

''May I have a dance with you?'' he stretched his hand out and I took it.

''Yes please.''

I sounded desperate. But what for?

He held my hands and guided me steadily to the dance floor where a few other people stood far away.

I placed both my arms around his neck and he drew me into him, his hands circling my waist.

He smelled like mint and cinnamon and I wanted a closer inhale.

''Seems like you can't take alcohol, Miss Amelia.'' He smirked.

Alcohol? I could not hear him properly but I heard that word.

Was that why the whole building was spinning and I was here dancing with a man?

I felt his hands trail down my bare back and up to my throat, I pushed my head backwards letting him have his way as a soft sound of satisfaction escaped my lips.

''Spencer,'' I breathed out.

My body was on fire and I needed it. I needed an emotion to take my head away from everything. Away from figuring out that I was married, I owed a huge debt and my aunt almost died in my eyes.

His hands gripped my throat, bringing my face closer to his.

''I hope your husband would not mind,'' his hot breath fanned my face.

''No.'' that was all I could manage to say before both his hands gripped my hips and pushed me further into him.

I moaned in satisfaction as I felt his c**k harden. I didn't care if we were in the middle of an event, my hands moved to his pants, gliding in circular motion against his throbbing c**k.

He groaned into my ears, nibbling below the most sensitive part.

I was insane. This was not the Amelia Iris would want to see.

I pushed myself backward a little, staggering to keep my balance when he pulled me back into him, his lips leaning closer into mine until we were just a few inches away.

A strong arm pulled me backwards, turning me fiercely.

Lucien. His eyes were red with anger, veins prominent in his neck and forehead.

''What the f**k are you doing?'' he gritted, his voice low enough for only the both of us.

He dragged me by the arm out of the party and back into the car that was waiting. He pushed me in a little fiercely, his touch painful.

''What the...'' I opened my mouth to scream but I was not fast enough.

He tied my mouth with a piece of fabric and before I could do anything, both my arms and legs were tied.

He scrunched his nose, ''And you're drunk too.'' He gritted once again.

He faced the window, both hands clasped tightly and I could see the visible veins on each of them. I was just realizing the gravity of what I was about to do if Lucien had not stepped in.

Sleep with a stranger. And worse of all, at a party where Lucien had told the media I was his wife.

But then why was he furious? It had nothing to do with him. If it all, I should be the one gritting nonstop.

The car came to a halt and Lucien stepped down first. He carried me up, my hair falling against his back and my gaze on the marble floors. My head was still spinning and worse of it all, I could sense a really bad headache.

Lucien flung me on the bed the moment the door closed shut and left me there. He undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and disappeared into the bathroom.

''mmmm.'' I whimpered, mouth closed and already tired.

How could he be so heartless to leave me like this?

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into longer minutes until I lost count of time. I gave up on whimpering and moving my body because it did little to nothing....instead it kept adding to my pains.

I heard the sound of fabric ruffling and I knew he was out. Shortly later he was back into the room, hair half dry and dressed in his silk nightwear.

He glanced at my direction, his expression neutral. He switched off the lights and I could see nothing, only hear soft footsteps. The bed dipped beside me and then it was quiet.

Was he going to bed while I would remain tied all night?

I struggled, whimpering more and moving closer to him. I kicked and made sounds until I heard him move.

''What do you want?'' his voice was ice cold, devoid of any emotion, making me keep still.

But then how could I respond to his questions when my mouth was tied?

It was as if he read my thoughts. I heard a soft ruffle before his hands untied my mouth.

I let out an exhale, my breathing returning to normal but my head still spinning.

''What the f**k is wrong with you? First you tried to kill my aunt and now me?'' I screamed in frustration, tears almost blurring me completely.

Silence. He didn't say a word.

''Motherfucker!'' I screamed again, the silence irritatingly clawing at my skin.

''Untie me.'' I demanded, my voice lacking any fear.

''And why should I?'' his voice lacked every humour.

I sighed, irritated by his slow response. ''Because I'm not someone you can just tie up whenever you feel like.''

My eyes were used to the darkness now and I could see him turning. He faced me now, his dark eyes piercing into mine.

''You are my wife.'' He said calmly.

''Not your dog.'' I screamed. ''And this marriage is just a contract.''

He moved carefully, his fingers lifting the hem of my dress. I could feel his hands on my skin and the burning sensation I felt earlier came back.

He lifted my dress completely, until it was above my waist. And now I was there in just my underwear.

''Lucien don't do anything stupid.'' I blurted, although my body was saying the complete opposite.

''Why did you let Spencer touch you, wife.'' His hands trailed up my legs and stopped at my inner thighs.

My breath hitched.

''I can do anything I want just like how you can have Stephanie or anyone.'' I didn't know why I called Stephanie but the thought of my wedding night would not leave my head.

He smirked, then untied my legs.

I breathed a sigh of relief until I felt him spread my legs wide and my underwear came off in one swift move.

''Lucien,'' I tried to push him with my leg. ''You agreed to my rules.''

He held my legs in place with his strong arms. ''But you're already dripping for me.''

I could feel it already between my thighs.

His fingers stroked my c**t once, twice and before I could supress my moan and say anything, his finger slid into me.