The effects of the drug were taking hold, and Alessia's movements became more erratic. Marco's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his jaw clenched in a mixture of concern and anger. Who had done this to her? And why?
Marco accelerated, the car's engine purring smoothly as they sped through the city streets. Before long, they arrived at his penthouse, the sleek glass and steel tower looming above them.
Marco sprang out of the car, his movements swift and decisive. He strode around to Alessia's side, opening the door and gently lifting her out. As he scooped her into his arms, cradling her in a bridal style, Alessia's body suddenly flushed with warmth.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and her head nestled into the crook of Marco's neck. He could feel her heartbeat racing, her breath coming in short gasps. Marco's expression softened, his gaze drifting down to Alessia's face. He felt a pang of protectiveness, a desire to shield her from whatever dangers lurked in the shadows.
Marco carried Alessia into the penthouse, his strides long and purposeful. He navigated through the spacious interior, finally reaching the bathroom. With a gentle yet firm motion, he lowered Alessia into the bathtub, the cold water enveloping her like a shroud.
Alessia's body shivered violently as the icy liquid made contact with her skin. Marco's expression remained impassive, his eyes fixed on her with a detached intensity.
"Stay here until you feel better," he instructed, his voice devoid of emotion. "Then come out. I'll be back. I need to take care of something."
With that, Marco turned and left the bathroom, the door closing behind him with a soft click. Alessia was left alone, the cold water slowly seeping into her pores, her mind foggy and disoriented.
Marco stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his phone pressed to his ear as he spoke with Andrew. But his attention was diverted when he heard the soft click of the door. He turned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the sight of Alessia standing in the doorway.
Her clothes were wet and clinging to her body, accentuating every curve and contour. Marco's gaze roamed over her, taking in the delicate lines of her neck, the swell of her breasts, and the gentle curve of her hips. Alessia's beauty was undeniable, and Marco felt a flicker of awareness spark within him.
But it was her eyes that truly caught his attention. Her emerald green eyes sparkled and, shine brightly even in the midst of her dishevelment. Marco felt a jolt of surprise at their intensity, his gaze locking onto hers as if drawn by an unseen force.
Alessia's gaze dropped hastily, she brought her eyes down and started playing with her finger nervously. Marco's legs seemed to move of their own accord, carrying him across the room to where Alessia stood.
As he approached, Marco's finger extended, gently tilting Alessia's chin upwards. Her eyes, those captivating green orbs, met his once more. Marco felt his breath catch in his throat as he became lost in their depths.
For a moment, time stood still. Marco's world narrowed to the space between them, the air thick with tension. He felt an overwhelming urge to drown in those gorgeous eyes, to unravel the secrets hidden within their emerald depths.