THE TYRANT'S CONTRACT BRIDE

CH. 3**

[WARNING: EXTREMELY SENSITIVE CONTENT]

The dimly lit bar was a hushed sanctuary amid the city's chaos. Its soft glow illuminated the clinking of glasses and the low murmur of muffled conversations. It was a refuge for lost souls seeking solace in the bottom of a tumbler of whiskey or a glass of full-bodied red wine.

Serena found herself drawn to a secluded corner booth, where the shadows seemed to wrap around her like an old friend offering comfort and discretion.

Her phone buzzed insistently in her purse with another incoming message, but she chose to ignore it. This wasn't about anyone else tonight - this was her time, her moment to find some sliver of clarity amid the madness that had flipped her entire world on its axis.

"I will get through this," she whispered to herself as she tried to summon some semblance of courage from the depths of her soul. "I am stronger than I realize. Than anyone realizes."

Soon enough, Serena was cradling her third generous glass of rich cabernet in her slender hands, finding a strange sense of peace and tranquility in the room's obscurity.

The somber, muted setting mirrored her own gloomy disposition, which was a sharp contrast to the brilliant, captivating energy she typically exuded.

Her fingers traced idly over the cool, condensation-dampened surface of the glass as she stared unseeingly into the deep ruby depths of the wine.

Her eyes, which had once shimmered with life, confidence and an endless wellspring of determination, now looked glazed over - two hollow pools reflecting the dim light around them.

The alcohol provided a temporary, blessed respite from the harsh realities and cruel injustices that were simply too painful to face with her usual laser-focused sobriety.

"Another round, please," she murmured softly when the bartender passed by, raising her glass with a plaintive look.

The man paused, his eyes roving over her slumped, dejected form. "Easy there, sweetheart. You don't want to end up like the rest of the poor bastards in here, lost at the bottom of a bottle."

His voice was gravelly, like someone who had seen it all before and knew the depths of despair that alcohol could carry someone to when used as a crutch. As a coping mechanism. As that night's flimsy excuse to dull the ache.

Serena scoffed dismissively at his cautionary words, flashing him a look of derision as she signaled for another drink anyway.

Her mind felt like it was floating adrift in a turbulent sea of memories, regrets, and the harsh realization that her life was crumbling all around her despite her best efforts.

She had sought out this particular bar in a desperate, futile attempt to erase the last few hours. To drown it all out and find some semblance of peace, at least for one night. But instead, she felt more trapped and cornered than ever before within these four walls and the judgmental gaze of the bartender.

The man gave a resigned nod and a roll of his eyes as he poured another generous serving of the deep red wine into her glass.

Serena took a large gulp, the rich warmth of the alcohol spreading through her chest like a comforting embrace.

Suddenly, an uninvited yet not entirely unwelcome presence slid onto the empty stool beside her.

He was handsome in a rugged, roguish sort of way - the kind of charm that was hard for even the most jaded soul to ignore.

His smoldering gaze fixed on Serena in a way that sent flutters of anticipation low in her belly, warring with the hazy tendrils of intoxication already clouding her judgment.

"Buy you another drink?" he offered in a deep, seductive rumble that seemed perfectly suited to the low lighting and intimacy of their corner.

Serena hesitated, her mind a muddled haze of alcohol and self-doubt. But there was an undeniable allure to his presence, an invitation for adventure and distraction from her troubles that she found herself unable to resist after the soul-crushing day she'd had.

"Sure, why not?" she replied at last with a shrug of utter nonchalance, as if she didn't have a care in the world.

He flashed her a heart-stopping grin and signaled the bartender, ordering an expensive bottle of champagne - presumably to make up for having interrupted her pity party with such an affordable vice as wine.

The bubbles danced merrily in the glass as it was poured.

They engaged in idle conversation at first, the words flowing as freely and aimlessly as the alcohol between them. Yet his charming personality and captivating words soon had Serena leaning in, drawn to him like a moth to a flame despite her best intentions.

With each sip of the effervescent champagne, she could feel more of her inhibitions and hard-earned defenses melting away, drawing her closer into his orbit.

Their conversation became increasingly personal and intimate as the night grew more. The two of them confided in each other, sharing secrets and painful truths as if they were long-lost friends rather than strangers who had met by chance.

The alcohol had whittled down Serena's defenses until she felt exposed and vulnerable in a way she hadn't in years.

"Let's get out of here," he suggested suddenly in a quiet murmur, placing his hand boldly on her knee beneath the table in a blatant gesture of intent.

Serena looked at him through the haze of too much champagne, hesitation and anxiety etched across her features.

As tempting as his offer was - as tempting as he was with his chiseled jaw and bedroom eyes - something just didn't feel right. Some long-buried sense of self-preservation niggled at the back of her drunk-soaked brain.

"Sorry, but I have to decline," she slurred, pushing his hand away and attempting to rise from her chair on legs that had gone numb and unsteady. "I can't..."

She staggered slightly, fighting a wave of dizziness but he was quick to catch her before she could crumple in an undignified heap on the hard floor.

His arms went around her waist to steady her, and their lips almost met in an unexpected, searing moment of connection that seemed to set Serena's veins on fire.

Then, just as quickly, she jerked away from his touch as if she'd been burned. Her eyes blazed with an icy fury that rivaled the chill of the night air outside, all traces of her earlier vulnerability vanished like smoke in the wind.

"Your hands are not welcome on my skin," she cautioned him, her voice low but cutting through the smoky haze of the bar like a blade as she took an unsteady step back, putting distance between them. "Not tonight. Not ever again."

With that, she staggered out of the bar leaving a trail of confusion and intrigue in her wake.

She felt a rush of relief wash over her the instant she stepped outside, as though the dirt and regrets of previous encounters and mistakes were being washed away.

She had sought refuge in this obscure establishment in a desperate attempt to find some sliver of tranquility and peace. And for a fleeting moment, she had discovered it at the bottom of an amber-filled glass and the warmth of a stranger's company. But his timing had been off by miles - a lifetime, really.

Had circumstances been different, she might have entertained his advances and given in to that long-buried need for intimacy and connection.

But not tonight. Maybe not ever, if she was being honest with herself.

Her unsteady steps led her to the front desk of the hotel, where she fully intended to book herself a room for the night to sleep off the copious amounts of alcohol sloshing through her system.

However, much to Serena's surprise and confusion, the impeccably dressed clerk informed her that a luxury suite had already been reserved and fully paid for in her name.

She knitted her brows and wondered if she should find out exactly who had made this last-minute arrangement.

Yet in her muddled state, she could only muster a slight shrug of acceptance. After the day she'd had, a soft bed and the promise of unconsciousness for a few blessed hours were more than needed.

"Here you are, Miss," said the receptionist cheerfully as she handed Serena a sleek key card. "Room 101 on our top floor - it's one of our most exquisite suites set aside for esteemed guests such as yourself."

Serena accepted the key card with furrowed brows, puzzled by this unexpected development. She couldn't remember making any reservations, but then again, alcohol had muddled up her memories and judgment.

She arrived at the door of Room 101 after navigating through plush carpeted halls at an unsteady step due to alcohol-induced clumsiness. She swiped the key card with shaking hands and found herself in an unfamiliar environment.

The room was bathed in soft lighting with just one solitary lamp casting its warm glow over an imposing king-sized bed that beckoned invitingly towards her tired body.

She swayed towards it and collapsed onto the plush bed. But then she noticed a sudden presence; there was a man lying still on the other side of the bed.

He was dressed in nothing but a bathrobe. His chest rose and sank in an irregular beat.

Confusion clouded Serena’s mind as she tried to recall if she had requested room service or if perhaps her driver had sent someone up to check on her. But no memories surfaced. And why would any staff member be lounging around in a bathrobe?

Suddenly, the man stirred awake. His eyes snapped open, locking on hers with a predatory intensity that set her heart pounding against her ribcage.

She tried to move away from him but found herself trapped by heavy limbs that refused to cooperate.

"Who are you?" Serena managed to slur out.

The man remained silent, instead choosing to rise from the bed and approach her with slow deliberate steps that reverberated unsettlingly in the silent room.

Serena noticed just how attractive he was as he neared; raven hair framed a strong jawline that could have been chiseled out of stone. However, there was something unnerving about him, a dark side hiding behind his good looks.

"You're not who I was expecting.” His deep and menacing voice sent chills down Serena's spine. "Get out!" he commanded harshly.

Serena frowned. She didn't like that tone one bit. "Who are you to order me around? This is my room and it’s you who should be leaving,” she retorted defiantly.

His aura seemed to darken at this challenge and his gaze turned icy, causing goosebumps to erupt over Serena's skin.

A lump formed in her throat. "I-I'm sorry... I think I've made a mistake." Serena stammered out an apology.

She slid on her stomach and pushed herself up to a crawling position with her unsteady hands pressed into the soft mattress.

The sudden movement caused her short dress to rise up, revealing the white lace thong that barely covered her femininity.

A low, guttural grunt slithered its way from the throat of the looming figure behind Serena.

The sound was as chilling as a winter breeze, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Her slender figure froze, every muscle taut like a bowstring ready to snap. Alarm bells clanged frantically in her foggy mind.

He was on her before she could even gather the strength to protest or digest the whole situation.

His hulking body descended on her smaller frame like an avalanche, his weight pressing down with a relentless force that made breathing a Herculean task.

She strained against him, muscles screaming in protest as she tried to shove him off.

Her lips parted to scream for help, but all that came out was a choked gasp.

He pressed against her with unyielding determination and she could feel the scorching heat of his ragged breath searing into the delicate skin of her neck.

"Please," she whimpered pathetically, tears carving hot trails down her cheeks and pooling at the corners of her eyes. "Don’t."

However, he was deaf to her pleas; blind to her terror-stricken face. He didn't stop; he didn't even seem to register her words.

His lips descended on hers in a grotesque parody of a kiss while his tongue invaded her mouth with predatory hunger that twisted knots into her stomach.

An involuntary moan escaped her lips.

She felt herself being swallowed up by this horrifying sensation. It felt akin to drowning in murky waters while desperately gasping for air that wasn't there.

Everything escalated at breakneck speed. Time seemed to warp and distort around them when he rammed inside her with brutal force, tearing through her innocence like a rabid beast.

The raw agility of his intrusion stole the breath from her lungs, leaving her gasping and whimpering beneath him.