"Mmm~"
Within the dimly lit room, Aria Martin's delicate wrist was forcefully grabbed by the man, pulling her hand over her head.
Soft kisses fell upon her slender and fair neck.
The throbbing pain, accompanied with an odd tingling sensation, made Aria involuntarily bite her lip, lifting her hands to embrace the man's neck.
"Enzo…"
In the darkness, a deep and magnetic chuckle echoed from the man.
"Your first time?"
Perhaps his voice had been enriched by desire, making it sound even more captivating than usual.
Aria blushed, burying her face into his shoulder.
After spending three months with Enzo Miracle, she was well aware of his preferences.
He was a gentleman, maintaining a friend's distance despite his evident desire for her. Tonight was a good opportunity to solidify their status as boyfriend and girlfriend.
Consequently, she had purposely donned a sexy bodycon dress, swaying tantalizingly in front of Enzo. When she saw his gaze linger on her fair thighs for a few seconds, she boldly knocked on his door, willingly throwing herself into his arms.
The room was dark when she entered. As he pulled her into his embrace, she feigned resistance while also welcoming him. The rest, followed naturally.
A thin layer of perspiration appeared on the man's back, slightly sticky to the touch.
Aria reached down, embracing the man's lean waist. Pretending to be inexperienced, she kissed his lips.
"Yes." She answered his previous question.
The hand resting on her waist tightened suddenly by the man.
A cold laugh sounded in her ear, and Aria abruptly froze.
Enzo was always a refined gentleman, but his behavior tonight was filled with unusual actions.
For instance, when she entered the room, he didn't turn on the light and instead pulled her into his embrace.
For instance, when she was resisting and also attracted, he didn't push her away, rather he took the opportunity to press her onto the bed.
And then there was that cold laugh just now…
Aria's mind was a whirl of chaos, unwilling to ponder it deeply. In any case, it was best to solidify their relationship first.
Once they had an intimate relationship, she didn't believe that Enzo wouldn't take responsibility for her.
Aria closed her eyes and fervently sought for the man's lips, tilting her head to offer her kiss.
The storm passed.
Aria lay sticky against the man, gasping like a little kitten in his arms. A large hand rested lazily on her waist, absent-mindedly pinching the soft flesh of her waist.
Aria felt an itch and coquettishly grabbed the man's hand, "Enzo, stop messing around."
Suddenly, a familiar voice unexpectedly resounded from outside the door.
"Chase, are you here?"
Aria's body stiffened. A chill welled up from her feet, spreading throughout her body.
Who is Chase?
Also, why would Enzo be outside the door? If Enzo was not in the room, then who was the man embracing her from behind at this moment?
With a pale face, Aria wanted to get up, but she was forcibly pressed back down by the man.
As one gasp reverberated.
All questions sinking in a soft moan.
"Hello." The man raised his head, completely dominating her with a voice full of scathing humor and irony.
"This is our first meeting, allow me to introduce myself, I am Chase Miracle, the nephew of Enzo."
Her mind blank, Aria forgot how to process the information.
Chase. A week ago, Enzo had mentioned this name to her.
He was Enzo's own nephew who was previously studying in the U.S but was preparing to return home to take over the family business soon.
"Chase." Enzo's voice came again from outside the door. "You left your phone here. Your grandmother called you. You should return it as soon as possible."
There was a quiet and breathless silence inside the room, disturbed only by their heavy breathing.
Their breaths intertwined, and Aria was so nervous her whole body was wound tight, her forehead covered in sweat.
"You...you let me go." She lowered her voice, trying to struggle. "I'm Enzo's..."
Her words were abruptly cut off by the man.
Aria bit her lip tightly, fearing let her unintended sound leak out. She never thought that her plan would fail just because she slept with the wrong person.
The darkness of the night magnified one's fear endlessly. Aria hardened her heart and bit hard on the man's shoulder.
"Hmm…"
The man grunted, but his actions didn't stop.
"Do I need to remind you…" his cold lips were close to Aria's ear, "that Enzo has the room card."
With that, he took her earlobe into his mouth and gave it a light bite. Aria stiffened as tears of frustration and sorrow welled up in her eyes.
"Click—"
The door handle at the entrance suddenly moved.
Aria panicked, her blood running cold. She pounded on the man's shoulder.
"Let me go...."
But the man seemed provoked, and became adamant.
A hurried groan slipped out of his throat, unable to control it. The half-opened door suddenly stopped—
After a loud bang, the door closed again.
...
Aria felt like a dying fish, panting for breath in an attempt to revive, and then falling into haziness from a profound sense of weightlessness.
She was still reminiscing the lingering sensations, but the man had already left her.
"Click—"
The incandescent lamp lit up in response, the glaring light assaulting her eyes. She closed her eyes due to discomfort, and took a while before slowly opening her eyes.
What caught her eyes was a handsome, noble face – eyebrows reaching into his temples, a slender Phoenix eyes, a straight nose, and slightly cold, thin lips.
With his back toward her, the man was leisurely wrapping up in a bath towel. His back muscles moved gracefully with his actions, exhibiting a smooth and elegant contour.
On the shoulder blade, there were several ambiguous scratch marks, and also a fresh set of bite marks on the shoulder.
Everywhere spoke of ambiguity.
Aria hugged the quilt tight, reflecting on the chaos that just unfolded, her emotions in turmoil.
Chase sat down on the sofa, bit down on a cigarette, and leisurely lit it.
Among the swirling smoke, the man sharply turned his gaze upon her.
A pair of eyes deeper than ink, coldness tinged with a hint of sex in his gaze, but even more so, were the unique coldness and chill that belonged only to him.
He looked at Aria indifferently, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke.
The smoke dissipated in the space, slowly drifting towards Aria, like a vast and intricate net, tightly binding her, rendering her unable to breathe.
Aria clutched the corner of the quilt tight, the corner of her eyes turning red, her voice trembling: "This is a crime, I am going to call the police!"