I Dumped My Fiancé Before Our Wedding

A cold autumn wind tore down the streets, carrying leaves that whispered like trouble. Sol Kelly hugged her coat tighter. Tears welled in her eyes as she tipped her face to the dark sky. She’d just stepped to the curb to hail a cab when a rough hand clamped over her mouth and nose. The smell hit her—sweet, sickening, chemical. It flooded her senses fast. Dizziness rolled through her like a wave. Strength drained from her limbs, and the streetlights smeared into a blur of scattered stars.

Seconds later, everything went black.

When she woke, she was in a bedroom she didn’t recognize. Her body lay limp, refusing to listen. Footsteps echoed outside. The door swung open a beat later, and three shirtless men stepped in. Their eyes gleamed with unchecked lust and greed.

The one in front crouched beside her, fingers trailing over her collar like he was mocking her. “They weren’t kidding. Zamir’s woman is a real prize.”

Another laughed, his stare vicious, every word filthy. “You haven’t lived till you’ve had a taste like this. Brothers, tonight we feast.”

“I heard she’s untouched. Bet that’s an experience.”

“Nobody better get in my way—I’m going first.”

“Why do you always get first pick? You always take the best.”

“How about we take turns?”

Their intentions passed between them in shared glances—predatory, locked on her.

Sol’s pupils shrank. Terror gripped her heart, panic rising hot in her throat. She tried to part her lips, but only a faint, helpless sound came out—a plea for help swallowed by the room.

“Make her drink this!” the leader barked. Another man stepped forward and gripped her jaw like a vise, forcing her head back.

A cold cup rim pressed to her lips. Liquid poured down her throat, harsh and fast, making her cough and sputter. She couldn’t summon the strength to turn away; her limbs only twitched weakly against the drug.

The liquid settled low in her stomach and caught fire. Heat crawled from her core to her fingertips, leaving a tingling burn under her skin. Her vision blurred. The men above her doubled, then swam out of focus.

Heat fused with exhaustion until she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Through slitted lids, she watched in horror as they closed in, rough hands brushing her skin, every touch unbearable.

Despair swallowed her whole. Memories crashed over her—another terror, another room, a fate she’d barely escaped three years ago. Back then, Zamir Peterson had appeared like a savior and pulled her out of hell.

But this time, Zamir wasn’t coming.

She shut her eyes and surrendered to what was coming.

The heavy oak door shattered against the drywall with a concussive blast. Fists met flesh. Screams flared, then died into silence.

Sol’s lashes fluttered. Her fingers curled into her clothes, eyelids heavy as she fought to open them.

Backlit by the light, a tall, imposing figure strode toward her with lethal grace. The cold clinging to him eased the moment his gaze landed on her.

He knelt beside her, silent, and stripped off his black coat, wrapping her in its warmth.

The coat swallowed her whole, shielding her from the cold—and from shame.

He reached down, cradling her limp neck with a grip both firm and gentle, and lifted her into his arms.

His warmth bled through her clothes, and a shiver ran through her.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m getting you out of here.” His voice was low, steady, reassuring as he carried her away from the chaos.

As they passed through the doorway, Adrian Lopez glanced at her, then at the groaning men on the floor. His expression iced over, his words sharp as frost. “Interrogate them.”

His head of security nodded. “I’ll get them talking.”

The car was too hot. Sol curled against Adrian, the drug burning hotter by the second, her mind melting into a fever haze.

“Hot… so hot…” Her thoughts drifted like she was floating on clouds. The only anchor left was the clean, masculine scent wrapping around her.

She fisted his shirt collar, fingers brushing his throat, her face burrowing into the crook of his neck. Her lips skimmed his jaw, breath coming in soft, desperate pants.

Adrian went rigid, muscles drawn tight. His grip tightened, and his voice came out rough, restrained. “Hold on. We’re almost at the hospital.”

But she was past reason. Her face was flushed, eyes misted, and she clung to him, arms winding around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

The second their lips touched, her breath mixed with his. Her exploration was urgent, her tongue shy but pushing forward.

Every clumsy attempt only made her want more, her teeth catching his lip in frustration.

Adrian’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Desire hovered at the edge. His narrowed eyes went dark with temptation, and then he took control—past her defenses, claiming her mouth with dominance.

The driver quietly raised the partition and hit the gas in silence.

Adrian’s lips traveled down her neck, leaving heat in their wake, the car’s temperature climbing with every inch.

At the crucial moment, he caught the dazed glaze in her eyes. The fire in his chest snuffed out. He caught her wandering wrist and turned his head away from her seeking lips.

His voice was rough but firm with restraint. “Sol, focus. Look at me. See who I am.”

Taking advantage of her like this went against everything he was.

He cradled her against him, holding her wrist tight, his gaze a storm of warring emotions.

Sol’s lashes trembled. She barely seemed to recognize him.

“Adrian… Lopez?”

He swallowed hard. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

Confusion flickered through her eyes, then the heat swallowed it whole, leaving nothing but raw need.

“I want you…” Before she could finish, her lips found his.

“Mr. Lopez, we’re at the hotel…” The driver’s voice cut through the haze as the car stopped.

Adrian carried her out of the car, through the hotel foyer, and into the elevator.

She was soft and pliant in his arms, clinging to him, demanding kisses.

“Heh.” A low chuckle rumbled in his throat. He leaned in and captured her lips, their mouths moving in a feverish dance.

Once inside, he guided her hand to swipe the card, then moved them through to the bedroom. Clothes fell along the way, and he peeled away her layers like the first bloom of spring.

Under the cover of night, they gave in to a spiral of passion, the room becoming a cocoon of endless indulgence.