Aveline was only clear-headed for a moment before slipping back into a daze.

She half-closed her eyes, leaning softly against Lucas, her slightly feverish fingers touching his face as she murmured, "Lu." Lucas' Adam's apple bobbed, his fingers twitching lightly.

Aveline's body trembled uncontrollably, then she wrapped her arms around him.

Her soft lips brushed against his cheek, landing on his neck, her heavy breaths fanning his skin, stirring his senses.

"Aveline, you're the one provoking me.

Lucas spoke deeply, then lifted her, pressing her against the wall.

Her heated body shivered against the cold wall.

But soon, a powerful tremor overtook her. She instinctively clung to him, her whole body like a leaf in the wind, swaying helplessly."

Lucas' hands gripped her waist, his breathing heavy. The image of her draped over another man flashed in his mind, making his actions even more intense. "Lu... Lu..."

Aveline's fragmented voice emerged, unable to endure!

The shower was still on, the sound of water continuing, the steam swirling around, shrouding the bathroom in a hazy, ambiguous atmosphere.

When Aveline woke up the next morning, she felt sore all over.

She opened her eyes and saw the man's sexy Adam's apple.

Her breath caught at her throat, and she lifted her head to see Lucas's eyes closed, his long arm wrapped around her.

She was also holding him tightly, in a position of utter dependence.

Aveline blinked in confusion.

at was

going on?

How did she end up sleeping with Lucas?

What happened last night?

Filled with questions, she tried to recall the events of the previous night. She remembered being forced to drink, then someone rescuing her. She was sure that person wasn't Lucas. After that... She seemed to have vomited, and then she remembered nothing.

Aveline slowly extracted her limbs from his hold.

But the next second, the man moved, pressing her down, his breath falling heavily on her neck.

"Lucas, you..."

Before Aveline could cry out, the man began his advance.

He didn't give her a chance to react, his hands gripping hers, entwining her in

intimacy.

Aveline couldn't bear it, her eyes soon filled with tears, the corners reddening, driving him even wilder.

Lucas awoke quickly, his body temperature rising, burning her.

"You... you..."

Aveline tried to push him away, wanting him to stop.

Lucas only looked at her coldly, his touch growing even hotter.

An hour later.

Lucas got up and went into the bathroom.

Aveline lay there, her body aching, biting her lip.

23. 23.

This wretched man!

Although her memory of last night was hazy, she knew he had tormented. her almost the entire night!Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Once he got a taste, he didn't know how to stop!

Aveline rested for a while. When he came out, she got up, throwing on a robe before heading into the bathroom.

Lucas, his expression cold, had a towel wrapped around his waist, his exposed muscles defined, marked with kiss and scratch marks.

Just seeing those marks made it clear how intense the previous night had been.

When Aveline came out, Lucas was sitting on the sofa, smoking. His eyes looked at her, and he asked, "Who was that man?"