WARNING !! NSFW!!!!! ONLY 18+ PROCEED! You can skip the chapter if you want.
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I am naked, again. On his bed. With him.
I can't remember what happened after I started drinking the grape juice. Again. How is it that I end up in bed with him like this with no recollection of ever doing that?
"What are you thinking?" Sung Jun asks me softly.
"Mr. Sung, did you spike the grape juice?" I ask him sternly.
He smirks at me. "I didn't spike your juice."
I realize that he is back to his real self. I swifts to the other side of the bed. He chuckles when I cover myself with the blanket.
He grabs the blanket and throws it away. "I didn't technically lie. Grapes juices are turned into wines."
I pick the pillow and throw it on his face. Sung Jun catches it with ease and laughs loudly. He pounces on me with a devilish smirk. "Fang Aisa, how are you going to pay up for leaving me hungry for eight long years?"
"Hungry? If you didn't eat for eight years, how are you still alive?" The change in his attitude is complete 180 degrees from yesterday. He didn't recognize me yesterday. What changed in one night? Did I say something yesterday? He clearly believed that Fang Aisa died until yesterday. I am never ever drinking again.
"Oh? You want me to die, isn't?" He pins my arms above my head when I try to push him away. "I should die as a celibate while you pick other men at the nightclub."
I blush when I realize what's poking my stomach. The devil is eyeing me darkly with a cunning smile on his luscious lips, enjoying my discomfort.
"Stop doing that. I am not Fang Aisa," " I yell at the top of my lungs. "I am Eshe Yu. We did it once...twice or...Let me go now. Move on. Get another woman. Are you drunk or did you lose your memories? Fang Aisa died eight years ago. It's not healthy to mistake any woman for her."
"Is that so?" He narrows his eyes dangerously. I gulp, afraid. I know him well enough to know that it's not good.
"I know that you are not easy." He pinches my jaw. I don't understand this guy's obsession with pinching. "You will admit that you are Fang Aisa."
"No, I will never admit that." I stubbornly shake my head. "I am Eshe Yu. I am Eshe Yu. I am Eshe Yu."
Sung Jun gives me a smile that is not a smile. He suddenly lets go of my hand. I am relieved. I try to get up, but he grabs the back of my head and presses his mouth over mine. His tongue explores my mouth furiously. I try to push him away, but I can't make him budge an inch. He digs his nails in my skin. Before I could understand what's happening, he shoves his thing inside me.
I gasp in pain. Instead, he quickens his pace, ruthlessly.
"Nooo..." I feel like I am losing my sanity in pleasure mixed with pain. "Stop...stop...please..."
"You know what to do." He plunges deeper into me with each shove. "Say it."
"Please stop...please...I am Fang Aisa. Please s-stop...I can't..I...can't..."
He chuckles and stops. I take a deep breath and closes my eyes. I feel like my soul is on the verge of flying away. He leans close to my ear and whispers, "Fang Aisa, you are cruel."
"You are the one who is cruel." I lift my hand to slap his face, but he grabs my wrist.
"Even if you keep breaking my heart, I can't stop loving you." His husky voice stirs something in me. Pain. Sadness. Lust. Anger. Love. Pride. "I am glad that you are alive. Even if you are cruel to me, I don't want to live a life without you."
I will be lying to myself if I say that I am not moved.
"Eight years." His eyes turn dark with desires. Crap! My attempt to run is futile. He locks me within his arms.
"I like taking my dues with interest."
Damn, this devil!