Chapter 28 ONE LAST TIME
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ADELINE
“ you got this, Adeline “
I murmured to myself standing in front of the huge mirror of one of the most expensive suites of the Martino Club.
Martino club was one of the top clubs in the city where dirty deeds were done whether it included from sexual deeds to illegal activities. Everything happened in here but also everything remained behind the curtains.
Martino club was where nothing was revealed. Your dirty little secrets were safe and why was I here? Me and aurora wanted to have one last blast to enjoy our life before I was finally married.
I had given up the hope to stay pure just for Luciano but now that I was going to make my own decisions, enjoying my life before getting married was one of them. I wanted to lose my virginity.
I was dressed up in a beautiful red lingerie and something made me feel instantly bold. Even it took me a few seconds to recognize myself. There was something in me that made me feel confident and I instantly fell in love with the confident.
All of a sudden , my mind recalled the rules of the Martino Club. The rules which made the Martino club so popular and why everyone loved it.
Rule number one. Do not talk.
Rule number two, Do not look
Those were the rules. You would not know whom you were with. You were going to be blindfold and you were forbidden to talk to the person who was with you for night.
The rules were to keep the identity of the people who did not want to come out, secret.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I prepared myself for what was coming next. I looked at my reflection in the mirror before my gaze fell on the red blindfold kept on the table.
It was already the time and I sighed before putting the blindfold and letting the darkness surround me. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening made me jump.
My heart pounded in my chest. For a second, I thought of backing away and giving up this idea because now I was having second thoughts.
I turned around feeling the presence closer and My breath hitched feeling some kind of warmth.
My breath hitched as a strong, warm hand settled on my waist, the sudden touch sending a shiver down my spine. I gasped, my senses on high alert, my hands instinctively twitching at my sides.
The silk blindfold over my eyes rendered my sight useless, plunging me into a world of heightened sensations.
My heart pounded in my chest as I stood frozen, torn between curiosity and unease. I wanted to speak, to demand to know who this person was, but my voice betrayed me, caught in my throat.
Instead, I was left to rely on my other senses.
A sweet, manly scent wafted toward me, warm and heady, filling my nostrils. It was faintly familiar, a blend of sandalwood and something darker, muskier, that made my pulse quicken.
My mind raced, connecting fragments of memories. There was only one person she could think of—him.
Luciano? The thought came unbidden, my stomach flipping at the mere possibility. But no, it couldn’t be. Why would he be here? Could it? I pushed the idea away, my fingers curling into fists at my sides as if to anchor myself.
My gasp turned into a startled exhale as the mysterious figure’s grip on my waist tightened ever so slightly, steady but firm, pulling me closer.
The proximity left me reeling, my body brushing lightly against his. The warmth radiating from him seeped into me, and my hands shot up in reflex, pressing against the hard, solid plane of his chest.
Another gasp escaped my lips as I realized just how close he was now, my palms trembling against the firm muscle beneath his shirt.
Whoever this was, his presence was overwhelming, and the strength in his grip only heightened my awareness of every little movement.
“Who are you?”
I finally managed to whisper, my voice shaky and barely audible.
The man didn’t respond, at least not with words.
Instead, he leaned in, the heat of his breath brushing against my ear, sending another involuntary shiver down my spine.
The blindfold heightened everything—the sound of his steady breathing, the intoxicating scent, the undeniable feeling of familiarity in the way he touched me.
My mind swirled in confusion and disbelief. His touches felt awfully familiar. Awfully right.
I wanted to pull away, to demand answers, but my body betrayed me. My pulse raced, my chest heaving as my breath came faster, and my heart seemed to hum with recognition, though I didn’t want to admit it.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself, but the tension in the air was thick, crackling with something I couldn’t name.
“Please,”
I whispered again, this time with a mix of vulnerability and resolve.
“Tell me who you are.”
But once again, the silence answered me.
I was trying my best to calm myself down and I was almost succeeding in it, when I felt his fingers grazing the soft skin of my right side of waist and down to my ass and a whimper escaped my lips without any notice.