By the end of the night, Chacia had a new view on dancing. She loved it.
Luca knew that that view only came after he had forced her into it, but it was still something that eased up his work quite a bit. Breaking her, he concluded, was easy.
Her morals were looser than she thought and with well practiced tricks (such as the one he had just performed, which had made her comfortable with him because of the lustful environment) he was bound to win. Especially since she had failed to notice that the most lustful person there was he.
Chacia was having the time of her life. She didn't like the people surrounding her, but that was ok with her. She was comfortable with Luca where she was. It was nothing like anything she had ever dared to experience.
"You know," She mused, her words spilling out in her jittery state. "I never tried to do this stuff. My mom kept me inside so much because she didn't want me hanging out with the other kids. They did this stuff, but I . . . well, this was never me. I was never having this type of fun."
"I get the sense that you had a choked childhood." Luca prodded, "You can tell me more, if you like."
"It's not that I resent my mom for doing it . . . ok, well, not a lot. I just needed something more. I was never one for partying or sex or whatever, but I needed something more than home and school. She wouldn't let me go out unless it was for a school-related function. Everybody in town thought we were weird. I had no friends."
"What would you do if you had to face your mother again?"
Chacia paled. It wasn't possible that he knew, was it?
"I honestly don't know. I can't leave this place, but I left town without saying goodbye. Because of that, I don't know whether I could say 'no' to her. If she asks me-uh, I mean, asked me if I wanted to come back, I don't know what I would say."
Luca slid his hands down from her arms to her hips. Her breath caught in her throat. Everything about this screamed no! From everything she had been taught to her own person's ideas. The only thing that didn't go against it was how her body was reacting. That was the part that scared her.
"I'm sorry." She said abruptly, pulling away from him. "I like dancing with you, don't get me wrong, but this isn't right. Anything beside the arm or shoulder is off-limits."
"If that's how you want it to be."
Luca's phone buzzed loudly. Chacia watched as he checked the screen and then pardoned himself.
"Sol?" He started when he was out of earshot. "What's up?"
"I just thought you might want to know that Gus is here. Also, I want to know where you went. Prince is not shutting up and I think I might want to join you."
Luca shrugged, even though he knew Sol couldn't see him.
"Can't you hear the music in the background? I'm at a club with Chacia."
"No shit? How did you do it so quickly?"
"Calm down, Sol. It's not like I've broken her yet. I still have her panties to get into."
"I know that. But you're halfway there already."
Luca laughed proudly.
"I know. She's so blind. Anyway, you want a review of the evening? I found her at her apartment and she let me inside. Then I snatched up her phone and found out that this 'mother' of hers is taking a visit. Knowing that she would probably be at in a weaker state because of this, I convinced her to go clubbing with me.
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"He was madness. She wanted to be mad." ***** After fleeing her small town in hopes of freedom, Chacia Brett finds herself in the dazzling city of Las Vegas. At first, the infamous "Sin City" seems all too average to be true - but paradise doesn't l...