(Melissa pov)
“What the hell”
My eyelids fluttered open to dim light filtering through heavy blackout curtains, my head throbbing like I have been hit with a brick, disorientation hit first, silk sheets tangled around my naked body, my wrists bound loosely to the headboard with what felt like leather cuffs, soft but unyielding.
The room was opulent, dark wood paneling, a massive four-poster bed dominating the space, the air thick with the scent of expensive leather and faint cigar smoke, panic surged as memory crashed back, the party last night and Adriano in the restroom and blackness after that.
The door creaked open, and there he was, shirtless in low-slung sweats, tattoos snaking over his muscled chest and arms, a predator in human skin, his dark eyes locked on mine, possessive, u
