By mistake
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Her eyes, a pair of resplendent orbs, shimmer with crystalline clarity, dark as lacquered ink, akin to lustrous obsidian—pure, vibrant, brimming with the radiant splendor of the entire world.
“Goodness, are they all so striking these days?” Annie murmurs to herself.
This man’s beauty is simply breathtaking, she muses. Drusilla had boasted that the denizens of this bar were exceptional—peerless in visage and refined in demeanor—and this gentleman embodies every word.
Lucian’s countenance darkens, his slender eyes narrowing with perilous intent.
A waiter, he? Damnable girl, you’re finished!
Before he can retort, Annie seizes his collar with a fierce glare. “Hey, how much for a night?”
A vein throbs at Lucian’s temple, his icy gaze piercing with a soul-shaking chill. His grip tightens fiercely about her waist, her soft form crashing against his unyielding chest. “You’re here for a man?”
“Nonsense, why else would I ask you?”
Not only is he a vision, but his voice resonates with magnetic allure, Annie reflects.
“Splendid!” Lucian’s tone chills the air, a surge of inexplicable fury rising within him at her words. Dragging her into a private elevator, he reasons that if she seeks a man, he needn’t stand on ceremony, need he?
Tonight, he’d spurned countless advances, his interest waning—yet she ignites a blaze within him.
When Drusilla and the lecherous man return with their cheque, Annie is gone. Drusilla stamps in fury, while the man’s eyes gleam with malice.
Perspiration beads on Annie’s skin, a restless heat stirring within. In the elevator, the innocent maiden transforms into a beguiling enchantress, her youthful form pressing sinuously against Lucian’s, her breath a fragrant whisper.
This man’s scent is divine—faint tobacco, unmarred by artificial cologne, clean and warm.
His anger dissipates, replaced by a wicked smirk as he tilts her chin upward. His fathomless eyes, alight with dangerous intent, fix upon her flushed lips. Unable to resist, he lowers his head, claiming her scarlet mouth with a kiss steeped in roguish charm.
This man possesses an irresistible allure!
This woman is a poppy—perilous, intoxicating, and deadly.
With a resounding thud, the door slams shut. Lucian, his patience exhausted, pins Annie against it, one hand gripping her forehead as he fiercely claims her lips.
His handsome visage flushes with a fearsome crimson, igniting the air with a searing, torrid heat.
A beastly ravishment, it startles Annie. “Wait, you brute… let me go…”
“What now? Playing coy after stoking the flames?” Lucian’s eyes, a deep, ominous scarlet, glint with peril as he wickedly grasps her chin. “You lit this fire, and you shall quench it!”
Good heavens, must you parrot such trite lines?
Annie swallows hard, a flicker of fear stirring within her. Yet her body grows ever warmer, her cheeks aflame, her gaze upon Lucian gleaming with a covetous, emerald hunger.
She yearns to kiss him… to caress him…
Confound it!
What devilry did Drusilla slip into her drink?
A foreign sensation clouds Annie’s eyes with delirium. Already tipsy, now drugged, her endurance thus far is nothing short of miraculous.
“You’ve been drugged?” Lucian finally discerns her plight, realizing the unnatural heat radiating from her. He’d mistaken it for… Her cheeks glow with a rosy flush, her eyes silken with allure.
A tableau of vivid, lascivious enchantment—no man could resist such temptation.
“Damn it all, you came alone to a place like this, oblivious to being drugged?”
Fury consumes the ever-frigid Lucian. The thought that, had she stumbled into another’s arms, she might have… that anyone could suffice…
The mere notion of another beholding her in this ravishing state incites a murderous rage within him.
No, he’d sooner slay her!
Annie’s throat parches, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips—an act that, in Lucian’s eyes, becomes an unequivocal seduction.
A roguish smile curves his lips as he ambiguously lifts her chin, his fingers grazing her soft, crimson mouth with tantalizing friction. His breath brushes her ear, sending a jolt of electricity through her frame.
This man is a veritable sprite—why must he be so confoundingly beautiful? She teeters on the brink of surrender!
“If this is indeed your game of pursuit and retreat, congratulations—you’ve triumphed!”
He leans in, intent on kissing her.
Pursuit and retreat? Your narcissism knows no bounds!
Snapping from her reverie, Annie offers a saccharine smile. “First, tell me—how much for a night?”
Too costly, and she’d be penniless. Her plan: await his price, claim it beyond her means, then flee. Yet plans and reality seldom align.
Lucian’s face hardens to iron. Damnation!
He, the illustrious Lucian, reduced to a commodity by this wretched girl?
Rage gives way to a mirthless laugh as he wickedly tilts her chin, his deep, crimson gaze weaving an ensnaring spell that Annie cannot resist. “Five million—I’ll buy you for a night!”
A thunderous explosion erupts within Annie’s mind!
Curse it, she despises nothing more than those who flaunt wealth with insufferable arrogance.
Her fury blazes, a sweet smile gracing her lips as she lifts her head with regal hauteur, exuding an imperious, audacious air. “Fifty million—I’ll buy you for a night. How’s that?”
Who dares to outspend whom? This lady can bury you in riches!
Paper money for the underworld—name your sum, and I’ll burn it for you!
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