Chapter 8 He kissed me

　　Louisa's POV 　　His eyes were burning with unfathomable emotion. 　　"What?! No! I haven't..." 　　He didn't let me finish. He carried me on his shoulder and started to walk off. 　　"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed. 　　I had never been carried like a sack before and it was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened in my life. 　　Again. Speak too soon. 　　"I need to find a place to frisk you," he announced. 　　"What?! No! Where are you going to take me?! Put me down!" I kicked my legs and waved my arms like I was swimming in the air. I must have totally looked like a fucking idiot. 　　"Stay put, little sloth, or I'll peel your clothes off and frisk you right here in front of everyone. Your choice." 　　I panicked suddenly and stopped struggling. I knew this asshole would do exactly what he had said. 　　In despair, I looked at Natasha, who was busy opening the door to a VIP room for Lucas. 　　The VIP rooms were reserved specifically for A-list customers who wanted to enjoy some privacy. 　　I couldn't even imagine what kind of filthy things had taken place in those rooms. 　　Is he really going to strip-search me? I didn't take his lighter! 　　Lucas threw me on the sofa and shut the door. 　　"Now it's only two of us." He whispered darkly, approaching me. 　　Feeling panicked, I squirmed and curled up like a ball, meeting his dark glare. 　　Even though he hadn't touched me, I was already shivering. 　　"I didn't take your lighter. Please let me go." I muttered and then bit my lower lips. Then my mouth popped open and I gasped. 　　He tilted his head to one side and looked amused. 　　I tried to stand up and get away, but I was pushed down roughly again on the sofa. 　　Lucas pressed his body on top of me and the only thing I could see in front of my eyes was his vast expanse of chest. His shirt was still dripping wet and I could see his perfectly-shaped pecs underneath. 　　Feeling desperate and fainted at the same time, I couldn't help but take a long breath to get in more air. 　　But it only made things even worse, because his sexy body musk was making me even more dazzled. The strong poisonous top note of bergamot penetrated my skin to paralyze my limb, and the middle note of geranium finished the job by striking at my heart. The afternote of Ambergris was so sensual and rich that it worked like an elixir which brought me back to life. 　　And this vicious cycle went on round and round until I surrounded myself and stopped struggling... 　　Until I became completely subjected to his dark magical spell. 　　"I like the way you beg me." He smirked, running his slender fingers gently through my hair. 　　That was really a dirty move because he knew even the slightest movement of his body would trigger an eruption of my inner volcano. I had to look away because my mouth-to-brain filter didn't work when he looked at me like that. 　　"But if you want me to let go of you, you need to be more persuasive," he whispered to my ear. 　　Have you heard of the butterfly effect? A butterfly flapping its wings in one part of the world could cause devastating consequences in another part. 　　Lucas' gentle breath tickled my ear and waged a vicious tropical storm in my heart, leaving nothing but a fucking mess. 　　He pinned me on the sofa with his hips. I could feel his erection against my belly. 　　Holy shit. I thought to myself. Does he want to... 　　Then my mind went blank, because he grabbed my hair to yank it down, bringing my face up and his lips close to mine. 　　"Stealing is a sin. Lying is another. You've done two crimes to me at the same time. Care about a third one?" 　　Then, he leaned forward one more inch and molded his lips on mine. 　　It was the first time that I had ever kissed a person in this way, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world. My knees buckled and my whole body became jelly. I felt the butterfly in my stomach, the lump in my throat, and the burning sensation in every inch of my skin. My heart was pounding so fast that I wouldn't be surprised if it suddenly stopped functioning due to mechanical failure - it simply hadn't been designed to pump so many emotions at the same time. 　　If this was a battle, then Lucas was invincible. He was like a force of nature, a written destiny. 　　I, on the other hand, was a total mess. I mean, being blamed for stealing something that might not even exist? Being dominated and taken advantage of like this? I knew I should do something to protest, to clear my name, to run away... But that part of me, the sensible part, faded into swirls of desire and lust. 　　Among all the things I could do to prevent this whole situation from deteriorating, I chose the worst one. 　　I moaned into his mouth, giving him an opening. He took full advantage of it by expertly exploring my mouth with his tongue. All bump and grind, our tongues stroked and twisted together in a slow and erotic way. 　　Then, he suddenly stopped, rested his head in the crook of my neck, and took a deep breath. 　　With the heat of his kiss still lingering in my mouth, I lowered my head. 　　"You. Taste. So. Sweet," he mumbled in staccato. 　　I swallowed the lump in my throat and chewed my bottom lip. 　　"Can I go now?" I whispered. 　　Shit. Before I was taken into this room, I didn't need anyone's permission to do anything. I ran around and fell down a lot, but I didn't even give a shit. 　　But now, why do I have to ask this asshole for permission to leave?! 　　Lucas looked amused and exasperated at the same time. 　　"You can leave only when I'm done with you," he said. 　　Then, he stood up and pulled a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket, leaving me lying on the sofa like an abandoned toy. 　　The clashing sound of ice scratched my scalp. 　　And then, bang! The popping sound of champagne cork was like a gunshot, which sent a chill down my spine. 　　Lucas poured a glass of champagne and took his seat in the armchair in front of me. 　　"Now, take off your clothes, and let me take a look at the rest of your body, Louisa Reid." 　　His lips quirked up in an evil half-smile.