~Camila~
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"
To the world, Camila is a breath of fresh air; a woman of gentle smiles and a joyful heart. Her charm is her armor, and her intellect is her weapon.
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Pain shot through my head, a blinding white light flashing behind my eyelids. They felt heavy.
I struggled, every muscle in my body protesting, and finally managed to pry them open.
My vision swam, blurring the room into a hazy mess. I sat up, heart pounding. This wasn't my hotel suite.
Where was I?
The memories of the night flooded back, a blurred blend of images. The dinner, the champagne, the way he'd been watching me.
His eyes, those dark, piercing eyes, seemed to hold a strange intensity.
So Luciano really drugged me, and to think he had it planned with Ms. Aurora aggravated me more.
I was about to fling back the covers and leave when the door slammed open.
He stood there, a vision of raw power in his gray sweats, his chest and abs sculpted with tattoos, a dangerous, captivating display.
His gaze landed on me, and a flicker of something dark passed over his usually Stoic features.
"I see you're awake. How are you feeling, Gem?"
He climbed into the bed, his presence filling the space, my senses overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne, a potent mix of leather and something else, something wild.
I tried not to be distracted by him, tried to focus on the churning anger in my stomach.
"Why did you do it, Luciano?" My voice was a tight rasp, barely a whisper.
He raked his fingers through his hair, his eyes settling on me, their depths unreadable.
"Gem, I gave you an easy option to let us have a peaceful talk, but you were stubborn."
"And I said I didn't want to talk to you. I still don't want to talk to you. Just let me be."
I turned my face away, wanting nothing more than to disappear. But his grip on my chin was like iron, a vice that made me wince in pain.
"I've tolerated your bratty attitude, and I won't hesitate to punish you. If I were you, I'd watch my tongue."
His voice was low, dangerous, his gaze burning into me. I saw the anger in his eyes, a terrifying, primal force, and for the first time, I was truly afraid of him.
"Luciano, you're hurting me." I choked out, tears welling in my eyes.
But he seemed to be beyond reason, fueled by some unyielding fury.
Instead of releasing me, he pulled me closer, his lips crashing down on mine in a harsh, punishing kiss.
Tears streamed down my face, my entire body trembling with fear and violation.
He finally pulled back, a chilling tenderness in his touch as he caressed my lips with his thumb.
