Chapter 12

Lucas was supposed to be typing away at his laptop and sipping whiskey, but he couldn't stop thinking about last night.

He took Abigail home from the club and sneaked her to bed where her Father wouldn't see what his daughter had been up to.

And that was when he realized what she had drunk.

Mixed with alcohol, ecstasy was a psychedelic date rape drug that caused the victim to sweat, have heightened euphoria, and a deep desire to be touched. In another sense, aphrodisiac.

As he laid her down, she began to unbutton her sweater, complaining of the heat. A few buttons in and she clung her arms around his neck, but her eyes droopy and closed. Her breathing was rapid, her bosoms heaving as he could now see the top lace of her bra.

He released her arms and covered her with the blanket. As he stepped back to assess her, she reached out and grabbed onto his pinky with her small hand. Her fingers were dainty against his thick, masculine one, begging him to stay. He sat beside her on the bed and swept aside a lock of hair from her forehead.

"Don't tempt me, Abigail," he whispered.

He knew it was what she wanted but if he started, he would not be able to control himself.

He peered at her face, taking it all in as he had never had this much time to absorb all of her curvatures. Her large almond eyes were closed with long lashes. Her nose was small and pointy, her lips plump like a perfect bow. A handful of freckles appeared on her cheeks upon careful inspection. He left the switches in her bedroom off, but the moonlight bathed her skin in a smooth, creamy white that glowed.

He could feel his heartbeat accelerating the longer he looked at her. He shouldn't do this. He knew he shouldn't do this, but god dammit was she inducing him in this state.

Then finally, he let his nose take the lead. The tip of his nose trailed her jawline until his lips found hers. He didn't have to open her mouth this time. He could feel that she was trying to kiss him back, but she was drawing in and out of consciousness. Lucas remembered kissing her just last night and how invigorating it was, something he had always wanted to do.

His nose continued down to her neck as he breathed her in. Hell, she smelled so good. At her collarbone, he left trails of kisses.

"Dammit, little Abby." He growled as he drew the blanket away and positioned himself between her legs. The last time he did this, her arms were pinned by her ears and he'd torn her shirt open.

He finished unbuttoning her shirt and spread it to the side, but he took his time getting there. His mouth went up and down her neck, tasting her skin, nibbling, until each area on her neck was reached. Then when he was satisfied, the passionate kisses led further down her chest.

His fingers expertly snap her bra from underneath, unlocking it with ease. He'd been waiting for this moment for so long. He felt exhilarated as adrenaline rushed through his brain.

He finally pushed the undergarment up, revealing her small mounds with little tender pink buds on each.

He soaked in the glorified image and swallowed, practically drooling over her chastity. The areas no man had ever touched before and it was his to take. She belonged to him.

His breath became shaky. It would be embarrassing for her to see him like this knowing how experienced he was with a woman's body. And yet, he was hesitant about this new conquer.

As soon as he covered her pink buds with his mouth, he could hear her soft moaning and bloody hell it was the most musical thing to his ears. He sucked on her nipples, flicking them with his tongue and pinching them with his teeth but was gentle when he did. And the more he did so, the more she moaned in breathy pleasurable notes.

Fuck, she tasted good. Like honey and nectar, intoxicating his soul.

He finished with one and went to the other. While his mouth slurped and sucked hungrily on one of the breasts, his hand caressed and squeezed the other one, fingers playfully pinching and rolling the pink nipple. He made sure they got equal attention.

By now, his cock was rock hard and pressing firmly against her stomach. He wanted to enter her so badly, feel her warm walls around him as he slid in, opening her insides to the erotic pleasures of men. He would pound into her over and over before spraying his hot cum and filling her up with his seeds.

But then again, she was a virgin and he wasn't relatively small. He would tear her open, crack her like an egg, and it would hurt badly. She would scream in pain, begging him to stop as he pierce his massive rod inside her. He would watch it disappear deeper and deeper as his cock ripped her hymen apart.

He wasn't ready for that. He wasn't ready to break her. Deflower her.

It took every ounce in his body to stop himself and he swore like never before.

Lucas stared at his computer screen. A small smile appeared on his lips as he rested his chin on his hand. A finger ran along his lips, the lips that tasted her. He had never felt this kind of fulfillment in such a long time. A satisfaction that no woman had ever accomplished.

He decided he need to snap out of this recollection. There was an email he meant to send no matter how delighted his mood was at the moment.

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Abigail's head was throbbing and she didn't know why. When she woke up to it, her head felt like a bowling ball and she was wasted.

The last thing she remembered was talking to Susan and asking for her book, but her friends only laughed and belittled her. She was feeling really uncomfortable but she could not leave without it and the only person who had it wouldn't give it to her.

The book had all of her notes for the wedding, but not only that, other important information as well that she could not afford to lose.

Then she remembered Susan handing her something in a glass and urging her to drink. She'd assumed that if she did, it was an even exchange and she could leave with her item. But everything went blank after that and now she's awakened back in her room.

She got off the bed and that was when she saw her blue book sitting on the nightstand. Her hand quickly snatched it off and flipped through the pages.

So it was retrieved?

She flipped to the back and took the cover off where a photo was taped to the page to prevent it from falling. Her eyes only skimmed over it swiftly. She was glad it was still there.

There were too many questions running through her head regarding last night, too many missing events. She decided to take a shower first, and then find Butler Henry to ask how she got home. He was the one who took her into town anyways and she had instructed him to wait outside for her. If anyone were to know what or how she got back, it would be him.

Abigail took off her clothes and hopped into a hot shower. A few scrubs in and she noticed a small red bruise on her left breast. It didn't hurt as the water bounced off under the pressure of the jet. She brushed a hand over it. She had no clue how she got it. Her first thought went to breast cancer dramatically, or maybe she just bumped into something when her lights went out.

She wasn't too sure and decided not to give it too much thought. If it grows worse in the next few days, she'll seek a doctor.

Finding Butler Henry was easy as his schedule remained the same every day, unlike her Father who had no fixed routine.

She called to him from across the room before approaching. He was wiping down a rare set of silver utensils and wine glasses.

"Ah, little Missy. I'm so glad you got home safe. I was starting to worry."

She halted and then cocked her head to the side. "What do you mean? Didn't you bring me home?"

"Oh, no. The Young Master arrived and asked me to return first. I supposed he was the one who brought you back?"

Abigail's face became ghastly as her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. How is it that it was him? She didn't remember anything at all.

"Are you alright, Missy?" Butler Henry saw her pale face and stopped what he was doing.

She looked at him. She didn't want him to find out that she had drank and blacked out and forgotten everything, or else she would never hear the end of it.

"Yes, of course. Um, could you do me a favor and please don't tell my Father about this? Thank you so much."

She turned and walked away.

Lucas Barrington. Lucas Barrington.

Why was it him? And how could she not recall anything at all? She didn't remember seeing him. She didn't remember inviting him. Why was he there?

That would be the only explanation of how she got home, but why must it be him?

Wait!

Why is she making her way to see him? Shouldn't she be embarrassed that he brought a drunk Abigail back? The humiliation! She should avoid him at all costs.

She was standing in the hallway, in front of the elevator, and turned around to leave.

The ding of the machine was heard, followed by metal doors opening. She stopped in her tracks.

Please don't let that be him.

She turned around halfway to see the dark and mysterious Young Master coming out with his head lowered.

She didn't wait for him to lift his head and see her. She began walking away quickly.

"Let me guess, you don't remember anything from last night?" Lucas stated with amusement in his voice.

She stopped. She couldn't disregard him. Her heels turned and she gave a blank face, not realizing that he was glancing at her chest for a split second and a muscle in his jaw jumped. He started to walk towards her.

"It was my understanding that you brought me home?" Her chin was held up high, summoning her courage. "Thank you."

Just as she was about to leave, he got a firm hold of her elbow and pulled her into his chest. She gasped. Her neck craned all the way back as she was forced to make eye contact with his ocean-blue orbs. She could see the waves crashing in it, signifying his erratic behavior. Her palm pushed against his rock-hard chest but it was useless.

"The innocent Abigail going to nightclubs now?" He teased her. "What did your Father have to say about that?"

She shook her head, not denying that she went, but denying his implication that she frequents there. She tried to release his grip on her elbow, but he was dominant and much stronger. He pulled her even closer as he sniffed her hair.

"I could smell the alcohol on you last night, little Abby. You've been bad while I was away?"

Abigail's shoulders are now shrugged up in defense. Her face turned bright red in embarrassment but also anger.

She hated his pet name for her, little Abby. Nobody ever calls her that and she loathed it with all her heart.

Her chest was pounding now. Not only could she feel his body heating radiating onto her, but she could also smell his cologne. And she hated that he always smelled so nice. She never wanted to be close enough to know what he smelled like.

Then, all of a sudden, he buried his face in her neck as he started to kiss her.

"No!" She exclaimed and tried her best to push him off. He took a hold of her other arm and backed her up until she was pinned against the wall. His nails dug deeper into her skin.

"Lucas, stop!" She begged.

He began to nibble under her jawline then moved to the other side. He left traces of soft kisses that sent tingling sensations throughout her body. The stubble along his face tickled her even more, raising her goosebumps everywhere. She pushed her palms as hard as she could against his chest, but he was rigid as a tree. He was much larger than her, enclosing her body with his like a prison.

"Son!" A deep shout came from afar.