Chapter Three The Drug
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“Haah… haah…”
Rough, unbearable gasps escaped from Elena’s slightly parted lips. The air she exhaled was scalding hot, her chest heaving violently, yet no amount of oxygen could bring her the calm she desperately needed.
A wave of heat surged up from within her, making every part of her body feel wrong. She swallowed hard, licking her parched lips, but it wasn’t enough — far from enough.
What she craved now wasn’t something so simple.
The sudden surge of desire rising in her heart frightened Elena.
She bit down hard on her lip, hoping the sharp pain would snap her out of it.
Clutching at that shred of clarity, Elena stumbled out of the taxi.
Damn it… how did I get myself into this mess?
She never should’ve drunk that glass of wine the client offered.
She’d been too careless.
But regret was useless now. What mattered most was finding a way out of this situation.
She forced her eyes open wide, trying to stay focused.
God… where the hell am I?
Someone… please… save me.
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
A sharp screech of brakes. A car pulled up nearby.
A car meant people. And people meant hope.
Elena gathered what little strength she had left and stumbled toward the car, pulling the door open—
Adrian turned his head in surprise, staring at her.
What the hell is this woman doing?
She had left the taxi halfway through the ride and was now showing up here. Too caught up in his own irritation, Adrian hadn’t noticed her strange state earlier.
“Help me… please…”
Her voice was hoarse and broken. Even Elena wasn’t sure if he could hear her.
Now, Adrian finally noticed something was wrong.
“What’s going on with you? Trying to pull some stunt?”
She couldn’t answer him.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around herself and bent over.
The heat inside her was overwhelming again, and her grip on reality was slipping.
Adrian’s deep voice buzzed in her ear.
In the confined space of the car, the faint scent of his cologne and wine surrounded her — purely masculine and intoxicating.
Drawn by the heat and scent, Elena’s barely held reason crumbled away.
She lifted her head, her eyes glinting with an unusual light.
Before either of them could react, her hand reached up, hooking around Adrian’s neck, and she kissed him hard.
The sudden kiss caught Adrian off guard.
Her lips burned against his, clumsy and unskilled.
Is this how she seduces a man?
A dangerous glint flashed in Adrian’s eyes.
But strangely, this woman stirred something in him.
He didn’t hesitate. He kissed her back fiercely, quickly seizing the advantage.
And then, he noticed the telltale signs: flushed cheeks, burning hot skin, clouded consciousness.
Damn it… she’s been drugged.
Realizing this, a dark fury surged in Adrian’s chest.
Someone had dared to do this to her.
Looking at the woman beside him, Adrian’s sharp gaze softened, his expression inexplicably gentle.
Those lips, parted slightly… the long lashes trembling over dazed, misty eyes…
I wonder what kind of light those eyes will hold when she’s fully awake.
Inside the room, Adrian locked the door.
He gently laid the writhing, moaning woman onto the bed, sitting beside her on the edge.
His long fingers brushed over her flushed face.
He’d never touched an unconscious woman before.
But this temptress in front of him seemed determined to break his rules.
As he tugged at the collar of her shirt, creamy white skin came into view.
Pure white lingerie.
This woman… still wears something so innocent?
His sharp gaze darkened.
Adrian pressed his lips together and shook his head.
He shouldn’t have expected any purity from a woman who spent her nights in a place like that.
Anyone at a pub was either there for fleeting pleasure or climbing the social ladder.
His long fingers traced punishingly along the slender curve of her neck.
She had no right to pretend to be untouched by the world, but what irked him more was that she’d managed to capture his attention.
“Mm…”
His touch made her shudder in pain, but strangely, it also eased the fever in her body.
Her soft moan made him lower his head, capturing those pink lips.
They didn’t disappoint. Sweet, soft, delicate.
His tongue traced the shape of her lips, coaxing them to open.
When she finally did, he slid his tongue inside, teasing and tangling with hers.
So soft. So sweet.
No delicacy, no wine could ever match the taste of her.
It felt like something buried deep inside him for years was finally breaking free.
Only when both of them were breathless did he pull away.
A low groan rumbled in Adrian’s throat as he felt himself harden.
It surprised him, he hadn’t reacted like this in years.
Just one kiss, and he was already aching for her.
He loosened his tie, climbed onto the bed, and hovered over her.
Her snow-white skin glowed with an unusual flush.
Her seduction skills need work, he thought dryly.
A hunter should never fall before the prey takes the bait.
But just kissing her, touching her, feeling those trembling legs against his, was enough to drive him insane.
“So hot… so thirsty…”
Elena’s mind drifted further from consciousness, completely at the mercy of the drug.
Her moans were like a powerful aphrodisiac, pushing Adrian’s desire to its limit.
He couldn’t hold back anymore.
Breathing heavily, he gently parted her legs.
His heated gaze swept over her, and with a low growl, he dove down.
The moment he thrust inside her tight heat, she let out a sharp cry and began to sob softly.
“Damn it…”
Adrian cursed under his breath.
He hadn’t expected this.
She was a virgin.
Had he… misjudged her?
His gaze softened, his movements pausing.
He wanted to give her a moment to adjust.
“Mmm…”
Pain bloomed from deep within her abdomen, spreading to every nerve ending.
Elena’s whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Her small hands clung tightly to his back, her red lips releasing rapid breaths and helpless whimpers, sobbing like a frightened, delicate little rabbit.
The sight made Adrian’s desire burn even hotter.
He began to move slowly, savoring how her soft, trembling body welcomed him, a strange sense of satisfaction rising in his chest.
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