I was led to a luxurious room that exudes grandness and sophistication, with gleaming marbled floors and a sparkling chandelier casting a warm glow, while rich wood panelling and tasteful artwork line the walls, floor-to-ceiling windows offer sweeping views, and subtle, ambient lighting highlights every detail, giving the space an air of exclusivity and refined luxury.
After a huge sum of money was confirmed as the final price, Don Giorgio beamed, his smile wide, as if he had just uncovered a hidden treasure. I was pushed back toward the backstage area while the auctioneer called forward the next girl. The thug continued to lead me down the winding passage, seemingly without knowing exactly which room we were heading to. All I could see were the room signs: VIP, VVIP, and Exclusive.
"Which room exactly are you taking me to?" I asked.
"Shut your mouth. You'll see when we get there," he growled.
Finally, he stopped in front of the exclusive room. "Sit there and wait for your master," he ordered, shoving me toward the chair.
I noticed the thug's eyes darting around the room as if looking for something special or perhaps someone in the room, darling. He became stiff when he looked in the direction of the midnight black wooden door situated on the left side of the room; the door creaked open, revealing a figure coming inside the room.
"Is that the sickhead who used three million dollars to purchase me?" I thought to myself, looking at him with disgust. Even though I could barely face His eyes and the bridge of his nose were hidden behind a sleek mask, leaving the lower half of his face exposed. Even with half his face concealed, his striking features couldn't be hidden—the sharp line of his jaw, the full, perfectly shaped lips, and the hint of a mischievous, almost predatory smile made him undeniably handsome. The mask only heightened his allure, giving him an air of mystery that was impossible to ignore.
Beyond his face, his presence was commanding. Broad shoulders and a lean, muscular frame moved with effortless confidence, every gesture precise and controlled. He wore a tailored dark suit that clung perfectly to his form, emphasizing strength and authority. His posture—straight-backed, alert, and unyielding—radiated dominance, while the quiet intensity in his movements warned that he was a man used to being obeyed. Every inch of him exuded power, elegance, and a dangerous charm that made it impossible to look away.
"We're very grateful to you, Mr. Luciano. We promise you will never regret buying it," assure her. The thug said, "I guarantee the, um, assets she carries down to that part." The thug said while chuckling, she would—" The thug was silenced by the deadly stare thrown at him behind that mask, which sent shivers down his spine...
Mr. Lucien gave him a deadly stare, which the thug took as a dismissal sign and left the room.
Alena felt sick realizing she was about to face this man by her own self. Lucien sat on the other side of the room studying me. live, she was a rare artifact.
He exudes dominance and intimidation and is also a handsome man even when his face is hidden away by "the mask." He kept staring at me with his piercing eyes, which made me freeze on the chair. "Take off your dress," he said, his voice calm but commanding. "N-No," I succeeded in forcing the word out of my mouth, not caring about the punishments that might follow.
"I paid a huge sum of money to possess you, so you will definitely do as I say," he said in a cold and intimidating voice. "Now strip and let me see what I paid for.
Alena had no choice but to obey; she belonged to him now, his property. And he can use his property the way he likes.
My heart pounded as my trembling fingers moved to the gown. It was a flowing silk piece, midnight black with delicate straps and a fitted bodice that hugged every curve before flaring lightly at the hem. The fabric was soft and cool against my skin, whispering with every movement.
As I slipped it from my shoulders, the gown slid down slowly, the smooth material grazing over my body. It drifted past my breast, revealing the breast, which rose and fell softly, the gentle swell of my round, firm breast visible in the dim light of the chandeliers, gliding lower and lower until it pooled soundlessly at my feet, leaving me bare and exposing my well-shaved vagina, which left a smirk on the pervert's face. For each step he took closer,I took backward until my back hit the cold hard wall. He drew closer, casting a shadow over me. I could feel the breath brushing my face and the smell of his cologne. A luxurious cologne, rich with sandalwood and amber, touched by citrus brightness and spice, exuding timeless elegance and magnetic power.
I felt a peck on my slender neck, and my eyes opened. Never had someone do this kind of thing to me before. I look sooo messed up now I'm already betraying myself.
I was unable to speak, just enjoying the pleasure I derived from it. I could feel his smirk when he realized I was enjoying what he was doing despite it not being right. Then hemoved to my neck, nibbling and sucking my neck until I couldn't feel the spot again, like hickeys on the spot. I gave myself away, a soft moan slipping from my lips like a confession I never meant to make. I was unable to speak, just enjoying the pleasure I derived from it. I could feel his smirk when he realized I was enjoying what he was doing despite it not being right. He then moved to my neck, nibbling and sucking my neck until I couldn't feel the spot again, like hickeys on the spot.
After kissing my neck, he rubbed my lips, his hands tracing down to my neck, down to my chest, then stopping at my breast, grabbing it, and keeping on fondling my nipples until they went numb. Then his lips curved into a smile of satisfaction. A smile that layered many meanings I couldn't unravel. One that sent shivers of dread down my spine.
Luciano's lips brushed against my neck again, his teeth grazing my skin. I flinched, my whole body stiff with tension. He began to kiss my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. I flinched, my whole body tense. I could feel the hardness of his length pressing against my body, a reminder of what was coming.
"I've been waiting for this day," Luciano murmured, pulling back. "The day you would finally be mine."
His words echoed in my mind, leaving me shaken. What did he mean by "this day"? The day I'd be his? I couldn't understand it. Did he know me from somewhere