Chapter Three

Camilla

I broke the kiss first, gasping against his mouth. I felt alive in a way I hadn't been in months, even with Dylan. Lucas stared down at me, his eyes dark with desire. molten. Around us people cheered and someone was banging on the poker table like we’d just scored the winning goal.

Lucas ran his thumb along my bottom lip slowly. " I have been wanting to shut that pretty mouth of yours since you told me not to touch you,” he said, roughly. “Too fucking distracting.”

A startled laugh burst out of me. “You’re still an asshole though.”

“Guilty.” His grin made him look ten times better. “But I’m the asshole who’s gonna make you forget whoever made you come here today.”

He didn’t wait for permission before pulling me through the crowd to the dance floor.

"What are you doing?” I half-shouted over the music.

He pulled me against him with his hands in my waist as his mouth brushed my ear. “Helping you forget the bastard who broke your heart.”

I stiffened. “How do you know....?”

“Your eyes were red and glossy when I caught you earlier.” He said as a matter-of-fact.

I tried to step back, sudden panic clawing up my throat. “You don’t know anything about it.”

He pulled me back to me, and pressed me against his body. “I don’t want to know about the fucker,” he said. “I just want to dance with you.”

I stared up at him. He was looking at me with a look that made me feel desired. It was not like those looks Dylan gave me. He always complained about how I was becoming more fat. I laughed softly, almost disbelieving.

“We were literally arguing with each other twenty minutes ago,” I said.

His grin turned wicked. “Enemies to lovers make the best stories.”

It must have been the whiskey because I surged up on my toes and kissed him hungrily. His hands tightened on my hips as he kissed me back. Then I pulled away just enough to breathe.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Lucas froze for half a second, his forehead dropping to mine. “Are you sure?”

I pressed myself flush against him. “I have never been more sure.”

He searched my face for another second, then took my hand and led me off the dance floor, upstairs into a narrow hallway. He pressed a key card against the door and it opened. My stranger danger signal was no longer working because the only thing I was thinking of right now was the feeling of his mouth on mine.

Lucas didn’t waste time. He backed me against the wall, and cupped my face as he kissed me again. I tugged at his shirt impatiently, and he helped me yank it over his head. His chest was broad and defined with a faint trail of blond hair disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. I ran my palms over his skin, surrendering myself to the heat of his touch.

He peeled off my top and bra in one swift motion, the cool air making my nipples harden instantly. Lucas groaned, cupping my breasts, thumbs teasing the peaks until I arched with a soft whimper.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, kissing down to take one nipple into his hot mouth. I gripped his hair, pleasure shooting straight to my core as he sucked.

His hand slid lower, popping my jeans open and shoving them and my panties down. I kicked them away. Then he dropped to his knees.

“Lucas...”

“Shh. Let me taste you.”

He hooked my leg over his shoulder and buried his face between my thighs. I moaned, loud, clapping a hand over my mouth as my hips jerked. He held me open, tongue working me relentlessly, then slid two fingers inside, curling against that perfect spot.

I shattered hard, crying out, fingers digging into his scalp while waves crashed through me.

He didn’t stop until I was trembling. I fumbled at his belt; he helped shove his jeans down just enough. I stroked him once and he hissed. He grabbed a condom from his wallet, tore it open with his teeth. and rolled it on.

He lifted me, pinning me to the wall and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

And I did, our eyes locking as he pushed in slowly. We both groaned when he entered fully and he began to thrust. I clung to his shoulders, biting my lips to stop the moaning.

“Lucas...I’m..”

“Come for me, Princess.”

And I did, clenching around him as I came again with a loud cry. His pace became faster and he groaned as he came inside me.

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I blinked open my eyes as the morning light hit it.

Where was I?

I stirred awake and the memories rushed in as I felt my body ache in places that made my cheeks flush. Lucas was still asleep and I gingerly removed his hand on my waist. He still looked unnervingly handsome even while sleeping.

As I gathered my clothes, I stopped as a specific memory resurfaced.

Camilla.

He had moaned my name. My actual name. I froze, a shoe halfway onto my foot. I hadn't told him who I was. We were supposed to be strangers, yet he had said my name like he knew me.

I frowned at his sleeping form, maybe he heard it somewhere, probably from the guys cheering at the card game. After all I often came to this particular bar. And besides he said that he worked here when I had asked him about his scar. I looked around the room, the room was too nice to belong to someone who is just coming here. He must be a high ranked worker.

I reached into my purse and dropped a huge wad of cash on the table. Last night had been exceptional. It had been the first time I felt truly seen so I left a huge tip for him.

I didn't look back as I slipped out the door.

I took a taxi back home, expecting to see Dylan and was ready to send him out of the apartment but I opened the door and met my siblings instead.

My elder sister, Vanessa, was standing by the window with her arms crossed tightly. My brother, Leo, was seated on the sofa. His expression unreadable.

"Look who decided to grace us with her presence," Vanessa spat, her eyes raking over me. I tried to pull my hair forward, but I wasn't fast enough. Her eyes locked onto the mark on the side of my neck.

In two strides, she was in front of me. "You disgusting slut," she hissed.

The slap came so fast I didn't have time to react. My head snapped to the side, my skin stinging with the force of her palm.

"Vanessa, enough," Leo said, though he didn't move to comfort me. He stood up. "You've had your fun, Camilla. Dad has given you enough time to get this rebellion out of your system, but the games end now."

I clutched my burning cheek, staring at him in horror.

"Go upstairs and pack," Leo ordered, his eyes hard. "You’re coming home today because you’re getting married tomorrow, and God help you, you will be at that altar if we have to drag you there ourselves."