Prologue Adriana

I'm going to be deflowered by my enemy.

The room suddenly becomes smaller with a tightening in my chest. His lips are all over mine. Possessing me like I'm his damn trophy while my head is jumbled with thoughts of Papa and Beatrice.

"Not tonight," I say to myself, mentally shaking my head. I try to concentrate more on the movement of his lips against mine. I'll do anything to forget about Papa tonight.

My fingers tuck at this stranger's loose collar, pulling him closer to me until there's no space between us. I can tell he likes it as I feel a smirk play on his lips. I'm losing my breath with every second our lips remain locked together.

As if my mind is on a mission to get me to abort my ill-conceived plan, flashes of conversations with my mother burst into my mind, and I push even that out of my mind. I have held on to my virginity for as long as I did, but today, I will do what I want—what I feel like.

His hand snakes around my neck till he reaches for the back of my neck and gently pulls me away, successfully pushing any second thoughts out of my now horny brain. A moan escapes my lips in response.

"Get up," he commands. His lips are equally swollen as mine.

This stranger with those beautiful, penetrating grey eyes has me in his control, and I'm not willing to stop him just yet. He is my little distraction tonight. Although, he looks anything but little in all the right places.

His face is scrunched up in a frown as his eyes bore into mine. My gut tells me this is a bad idea, but I'm too stubborn to talk myself out of it. Out of him.

There's something intriguing about the way he stares at me. And yes, his insane body stands out in his crumpled black shirt. All thanks to me.

Indeed he is a sight to behold. Those chiseled abs and broad shoulders make me feel extra hot deep within my core.

Mio Dio (My God) … what's happening to me?

I hold up a finger as I take the last shot on the table. I need just enough alcohol to let myself be free.

The thoughts of Papa have a shriveling effect on me that will ruin everything.

This stranger takes the bottle of liquor and downs its contents, not taking his eyes off mine for a second.

I rise to my feet as he does the same, leading me out of the VIP section of Elixir.

The bar is reeking of booze and weed, with metal music booming from the speakers. I can barely hear anything as my heartbeat synchronizes with the beat from the speakers.

So, I look on as the one leading me says something to the guy sitting next to us.

He leads me through the crowd to the end of a long hallway, where the restroom is located.

He doesn't hesitate to reclaim my lips as we make our way into the restroom, ignoring the presence of several others hooking up there.

It's hotter this time. The rush of his lips, his fingers skillfully exploring every part of me like he is going to lose it soon. I am lost in his arms, with his tall, sculpted body hovering over me.

It's frantic. Hot. Painful as I feel his teeth take a tiny portion of my lips. I groan in pleasure and pain.

He releases my lips for barely a second as he raises me higher to lock my legs around him.

I can feel his bulge through my dress. It causes me to gasp a little as he presses into me, planting a kiss on the side of my neck.

An unfamiliar moan escapes my lips.

A guttural sound falls from his lips as I move a bit.

"Fucking Christ!" His voice is deep, hoarse, and absolutely sexy.

I shouldn't be doing this…

His steady arms grip me tight by my waist as he plants my back on the cold tiled wall with his hand cupping my rear.

I can feel his hot breath against my skin, making my spine shiver.

His tongue works its way from my neck to the tip of my chin, planting little kisses. I lose my breath, feeling his erection press in between my thighs again.

My lungs forget to do their job as my toes curl in response to his slow movement.

My fingers rake through his hair, tugging at its root as I roll my head backward. I move along with him, with tiny whimpers falling from my lips.

He groans. And I feel it on my skin. His tongue is everywhere on me.

A sharp sound escapes my lips as he fondles my left breast. I gasp for air, searching for something to hold onto. I can feel myself melting from his touch. From his strong capable hands.

"Ah… cazzo (fuck)," I breathe.

My legs instinctively clasp tighter around his waist as I feel his fingers in between my thighs. He cups me and begins to stroke his fingers against me.

I lose every ounce of strength, digging my fingers into the muscles in his arms.

His lips find mine just in time to swallow a loud moan.

My eyes keep fluttering as I struggle to keep them open from the pressure of his lips. Fuck… his fingers.

He makes my legs grow weak as he slides a finger inside my panties.

No.

Will Mother be rolling in her grave?

I can't think straight with his finger inside me.

No, Adri-

I gasp into his mouth as I feel another finger. It crashes my senses.

I can't think of anything else except him. The taste of alcohol on his lips. His fingers. And the fact that I might be hurting him with my fingers digging into his arm.

He breaks the kiss and plants his lips on my breast. It is ecstatic as I feel his wet tongue caress my nipples. I'm drowning. And melting.

Maybe both. I've never felt like this…