001 Enchanting Night (Chapter One Missing)

Hot, too hot.

Lucy Sullivan was awakened by the heat, groggily pulling at her own clothes, grumbling in her mind, "Why is the alcohol hitting me so hard today?"

While tugging at her collar, her little hand restlessly searched around, trying to find the air conditioning remote.

However, she didn't find the remote, but instead touched a pair of somewhat rough hands. The texture of the hands wasn't pleasant, hard and coarse, but this unusual sensation evoked a strange feeling in Lucy's heart.

Perhaps due to the effects of alcohol, Lucy wasn't frightened by the sudden appearance of a pair of hands in her room, but gently grabbed the larger hand and looked over.

The hand looked just like the one that came to her mind, with a wide palm, slender fingers, and distinct joints. Following the hand up, she saw a man frowning at her.

The man wasn't wearing any clothes, naked from the waist up.

The dim light in the room cast a warm glow on the man's healthy complexion and muscular body, making him extremely alluring.

Lucy suddenly recalled that before the banquet began, her beloved mother promised to arrange a man who matched her taste. It seemed that he was the one.

Once again, Lucy was grateful that her mother knew her well.

She swallowed, straightened her body, grasping the man's hand and following the lines of his arm muscles all the way up.

"Little brother, are you mad at me? Why are you leaving already?"

Lucy's hand stroked the man's cheek as she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, before breathing into it.

The man remained silent, expressionless, but his eyes seemed to flicker with flames.

Even though Lucy's mind wasn't very clear, she was sure to see the man's change. Her hand circled his Adam's apple, watching him swallow before continuing downwards to his chest, then further down. Her slender fingers slipped past the waistband of the man's trousers and quickly reached in.

But before she could continue, the man grabbed her arm, his breathing heavy, "You've drunk too much, get some rest."

Despite saying this, he pulled her hand out of his pants, picked up his clothes, and prepared to leave.

Lucy wasn't going to let go of the prize within her grasp. Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around the man and nuzzling her lips against his neck.

"Alcohol enhances the mood. Besides, even if I'm drunk, I'll take responsibility for you," she whispered softly, with a hint of coquettishness, causing Samuel Smithson's body to stiffen involuntarily.

Lucy quickly took advantage of this opportunity, straddling Samuel's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, and planting a light kiss on his lips.

Her soft lips gently sucked Samuel's, with her tongue playfully licking his lips.

"Lucy! I am not Albert Hudson, I am Samuel Smithson, look carefully!" Samuel pulled her back slightly, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and desire.

Upon hearing this, Lucy thought: Albert Hudson? Samuel Smithson? Why do these names sound so familiar?

But at the moment, she was riding high on her excitement and didn't think too much, assuming they were just some of her suitors. She guessed that the man in front of her must be jealous.

Lucy lifted her hand and drew circles on Samuel's chest, ignoring his resistance, and kissed his face, "Trust me, I'll take responsibility. From now on, I only want you... Ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, Samuel suddenly flipped her onto her back. Startled, Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist.

Samuel hungrily kissed Lucy's haphazardly-speaking mouth. His movements were not very gentle, even somewhat fierce, but Lucy enjoyed it.

She cooperated with Samuel, parting her lips slightly, allowing the man's tongue to delve inside.

Lucy felt the man's warm, moist lips wandering over her body, his rough hands gliding over her softest skin, and her heart swelled with pleasure.

Samuel lifted Lucy's hips and thrust into her. She felt a sharp pain and whimpered.

Although they had plenty of foreplay, it was still Lucy's first time. Samuel showed no mercy when he pounded his length in and out of her, forcing Lucy to cling tightly to him.

As Samuel's rhythm grew faster and his thrusts more savage, they finally reached the peak of ecstasy with Lucy's screams.

Exhausted, Lucy fell asleep, thinking before she dozed off how spot-on Ms. Williams' judgment was. This man, from his appearance to his stamina, was more than satisfactory.

Samuel, however, looked at the woman nestled in his arms, his heart filling with some regret. Knowing full well that she truly loved someone else, he took advantage of her vulnerability.

"From now on, I only want you." Her sweet words echoed in his ear, and Samuel gave a self-mocking smile, turning his body to one side.

The next morning, as the harsh sunlight shone on Lucy's face, she furrowed her brow and burrowed deep under the covers.

Then, remembering something, she reached out to feel the spot next to her before peeking out of the blanket, confirming that she was alone.

"He has pretty good stamina. He lasted so long last night and now he's up so early."

Lucy recalled the wildness of the night before, her face flushing with a rosy glow.

The next second, she looked around in shock, noticing how different her surroundings were from her room. Up until now, she had been too preoccupied with her memories of the previous night to realize.