I was so out of it that I didn’t even know where I was at that point. The only thing that mattered was that the hand around my neck felt cool and refreshing. I felt a sudden urge to press myself against him to cool myself down. That was a unique quality that men had that aroused my passions.
As he lowered me onto the bed, I felt that something was off but could do nothing about it as I felt so weak that I was unable to move an inch. A pair of large hands began massaging my cheeks and body. It felt divine as I moan in satisfaction and begged for more. I edged myself closer to the man with the icy cool body before me, wanting nothing more than to snuggle up against it.
“I’m feeling so hot…” I murmured.
“Oh my, that really turned me on. I didn’t think you had it in you, Yvonne. You usually look so innocent. And it’s really sexy how you wriggle around like a little snake when you’re aroused.”
The voice was familiar but at the moment I can’t quite place where I’ve heard it before, but it wasn’t important. The only thing that mattered at that moment was to bring my body temperature down. Instinctively, I burrowed myself in the coolness of his embrace.
“There’s no need to rush. I will have you begging for mercy soon.” The man’s voice dripped with malice. His calloused hand stroked my body and it tingled pleasantly. His touch felt magical as they glided over my silky skin. Trembling in anticipation, I threw back my head to let out a primal noise deep in my throat.
I heard the rustle of my clothes being removed. The next moment, I was shoved onto the bed. The sheets felt blissfully cool against the blistering heat of my bare skin. Could it be Christopher? I opened my eyes as wide as they would go, but all I could see was the blurry image of a figure.
I had wanted to call out Christopher’s name, but I was dimly aware of the hazard of calling out his name under a state as intoxicated as this. The sharp odor of alcohol pierced my nostrils, along with the dense scent of his cologne. It was only when he was attempting to lift my skirt up that I realized that the man wasn’t Christopher.
In a flash of clarity, I deduced that it wasn’t Christopher as his typical scent of tobacco and mint were absent. The shock of that realization was enough for me to completely regain my senses as I attempted to shove him off of me as hard as I could.
“Who are you?” I demanded. “Let go of me!”
“Stop resisting,” the man growled as he leaned his full weight on me against the bed.
I was pinned down and had no energy left to struggle. With a shudder of realization, it occurred to me that I had been drugged, which explained my predicament. The alcohol at the party was not the problem, because many other guests have had the same champagne and did not end up as intoxicated as I was.
Therefore, it must have only been the glass that I had. Did Lyle have to resort to this? I thought in despair. He had always accused me of cheating on him. This time, he had decided to punish me by delivering me to the arms of another man.
No, I will definitely not let him get away with his plan. I bit down hard on my tongue, and the pain clear my senses to my surroundings. I took a close look at the man on top of me but did not recognize him. I pushed hard against him as I fumbled for the heavy ashtray on the nightstand and swung it against his skull.
Blood splattered over the sheets from the side of his head but I did not stop. He probably did not expect me to have been able to regain my wits to defend myself in my drugged state. I attacked him relentlessly until he was on the floor.
As he struggled to get to his feet, I raised the ashtray and brought it crashing down onto his head without hesitation, rendering him motionless on the floor. “Please stop,” he croaked. “You’re going to kill me if you keep going.”
The ashtray fell and shattered into a thousand fragments from my limp fingers. I collapsed on the floor next to him, panting from exertion. My body temperature began to soar again as confusing mirages of desire and emptiness rushed through my mind. I did not know who the man was who lay beside me.
I felt the savage urge to force a confession out of him regarding the origins of the potent drug that I have been sedated with.
Not daring to venture outdoors for fear of who I might run into, I did not even know where I had left my purse. My breathing was haggard as I failed to resist the urge and dashed across the room to where he lay.
I felt another surge of rage as soon as I touched him. Without thinking, I grabbed a shard from the broken ashtray and stabbed him in the arm. “I will not be taken advantage of,” I panted as I plunged the shard into his arm repeatedly. “I will not be taken to be a fool. Not like this.”
He did not faint but grew alarmed at the sight of my violent assertiveness. He swallowed and spoke weakly. “Bloody hell, I had thought that I was being gifted a meek little lamb. Turns out she’s a man-eating flytrap.”
Crystal’s voice came suddenly from outside the door. “The servant had said that Yvonne is resting in this room, but I have a bad feeling about it. Let’s take a look inside.”
