Capítulo 3: Chapter 3
Daylen's elegant black car slid through the city streets as they left the hotel, and soon they were driving down a narrow driveway that led to a stately home.
The mansion towered over them, its turrets echoing the sound of a fortified castle from antiquity. Rows of gleaming cars and stern-faced bodyguards flanked the entrance, a testament to Daylen's wealth and power.
As they got out of the car, and Daylen inquired in a silky, low voice.
"Do you like it?"
Lucia's tone was dejected as she scanned the massive exterior with her eyes.
"It's not mine, no matter how beautiful it is."
Daylen's eyes glowed with a dominant intensity, and his demeanour took on an authoritative tone.
"That's not correct, you are the mistress of this place going forward."
Lucia's thoughts wandered for an instant, lost in thought at Daylen's sharp features, his penetrating stare, and the confident atmosphere that enveloped him.
It was understandable why, in spite of his vicious reputation, innumerable women yearned to be with him. After dismissing the idea, she glanced back and saw Daylen briskly making his way to the bedroom, his long strides engulfing the gap.
The sound of her tentative footsteps was muffled by the thick carpet as she followed him. She felt the luxurious furnishings of the room encroaching on her, causing her skin to itch. With a fluid grace that made Lucia's heart race, Daylen undressed on the bed and spread out his hands to reach for her, his fingers encircling her wrist in a soft vice, she felt a chill down her spine.
Her voice was almost a whisper as she swallowed hard. She stumbled, her voice scarcely heard over the beating in her chest,
"What are you doing?" Daylen pulled her closer, his words quiet and low, his eyes glinting with knowledge.
"Well, what do you think?"
Lucia felt her throat tighten as the question lingered in the air like an invitation. His laugh was like a gentle touch, making her spine tingle.
"I'm going to take a bath, would you like to join me?"
Lucia's mind raced at the ominous sweetness dripping from his words. Her blood ran cold at the prospect of what he was truly asking for.
Daylen's fingers squeezed her chin, causing her face to lift to look at him.
Lucia's eyes darted about frantically, trying to find a way out, but his hold was tight. She opened her mouth, letting the words fly out quickly.
"Wash first...please." Desperate to avoid the inevitable.
Daylen's smile hung in the air like a ghostly afterglow as he strolled into the washroom. But as soon as he left, the oppressive tension subsided, and Lucia experienced a sense of relief. Breathing deeply, she felt her lungs filling up with freedom.
But the respite was short-lived. Reality came crashing back, and Lucia's mind raced with the dire circumstances. This was their wedding night, and she knew what was expected.
Panic set in as she scrambled to find an escape route, her eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal. But she knew it was futile - Daylen's bodyguard lurked outside, waiting to pounce.
Her thoughts were driven by desperation until, out of nowhere, an idea sprang on her. With her heart thumping in her chest, Lucia took a hesitant step back as her gaze fell on the bed. One more step, then another, until she was almost at her breaking point. She took a deep breath before letting out a spine-tingling scream and gracefully collapsing to the ground.
Lucia lay there with her eyes clenched shut, hoping that her trick would be enough to save her from the expectations of the night. The silence that followed was unbearable.
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The dawn light stung Lucia like a thousand daggers as her eyelids fluttered open the following day. Her eyes alighted on a foreign ceiling, and her mind began to reel over what had happened the night before.
She jolted and looked at the man next to her, and her heart sank. Daylen fixed his penetrating dark eyes on hers, holding onto hers like a vice.
Lucia squirmed to sit up, her voice quivering with sheer dread.
"How did I get to the bed?"
She tried to remember what had happened before this very moment, but her recollections were foggy and vague.
Daylen's voice was smooth and low, his expression a mask of anxiety.
"Are you hurt?"
Lucia was so focused on the man sitting next to her that she hardly noticed what he was saying. His only clothing was a pair of boxers, and Lucia's cheeks turned red when she saw his toned body.
She let out a gasp and pulled the blanket up to her chin, encircling herself in it like a shield. The cosy material provided only a weak shield against the anxiety that was threatening to overwhelm her. Lucia looked around the room frantically, trying to find a way out of this dangerous circumstance.
Daylen got out of bed and moved purposefully, his movements smooth, his actions focused on Lucia.
Her blush served as a light, indicating her shyness and purity. As he got closer, he could feel her discomfort; her eyes were darting all over like an animal stuck in a cage.
He encircled her waist with his arms, his fingertips caressing the plush blanket as he took a deep breath to smell her.
Her perfume was so wonderful that it made his senses go crazy. Lucia's body stiffened, but she didn't fight back as he drew her in close, his warm breath whispering around her neck.
"Are you satisfied?"
She shivered at the sound of his low, husky voice. Lucia's reply tumbled out in a panicked torrent of words, scarcely audible.
"Let me go, I don't know what you're talking about."
Daylen laughed, his breath dancing over her skin. His laugh was deep and throaty. He whispered, brushing her ear with his lips,
"There's no need to be shy."
Embarrassed, Lucia's body went numb and she was helpless against his grasp.
Daylen's teeth bit her shoulder with such delicate accuracy that it gave her a thrill.
Though the touch was light as a feather, it left Lucia gasping for air and craving more, her senses caught in a maelstrom of uncertainty and longing.
"Don't do that,"
Lucia cried as she managed to eventually shove him away. Lucia could still feel Daylen's lips warming her shoulder even after she left his hold.
Daylen stepped back, letting go of his grip and dropping his arms to his sides. Smelling the air, his gaze sharpened and his eyes contracted. The faint aroma of jasmine floated up, clinging to Lucia's skin like a hint of perfume.
Daylen's features softened and his countenance changed as the scent took hold.
Speaking in a low voice, Daylen said,
"I know you pretended to faint from a headache last night."
Lucia's heart raced at the accusation that lingered in the air. She was aware that the astute man in front of her had discovered her deceit and had revealed it. Her gaze darted about the room, looking for a way out or a diversion, but Daylen's stare bore into her very being.
Daylen clinched his jaw, slowly and deliberately crushing his teeth together. A trace of rage flashed in his eyes, but he forced himself to calm down. The cording of muscles in his neck demonstrated how hard he had to work to control himself.
His tone was steady and low, a careful blend of composure and restrained rage.
"You don't need to pretend to have a headache just to get away from me."
The air was heavy with unspoken words, the silence between them thick with tension. Lucia's eyes darted up, meeting Daylen's gaze for a fleeting moment before she looked away, her cheeks flushing with a mix of fear and guilt.
The atmosphere was charged, the quiet struggle between them palpable, as Daylen battled to keep his emotions in check.
Lucia's mind raced with a frantic scheme just as Daylen's hand grabbed for the restroom door doorknob. She begged, her voice tinged with hope,
"I don't have any clothes to wear, please can I run home to get some clothes?"
Knowing that this might be her only chance to get away, she hoped he would agree.
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