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I slowly woke up on a soft, comfortable bed, feeling the warmth of the blankets surrounding me.
I let out a big yawn and turned to the side, only to be met with a pair of intense grey eyes staring back at me.
"Ahh!" I flung the blanket off me and sat up quickly, startled by the unexpected gaze.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Liam, who stood up to sit on the edge of the bed, looking at me with a mischievous smile.
"Why are you in the room you willingly gave to me?" I questioned him.
"Look closely," Liam said, still smiling.
Confused, I quickly scanned the room and realized with a jolt that it indeed wasn't my room.
"Oh," I let out a sigh of relief, feeling a bit silly for my initial reaction.
I turned my attention back to Liam, "So, what am I doing here?"
"You fell asleep, so I brought you here to sleep," he said, his gaze intense.
"Why didn't you take me to my room then, huh?"
Liam chuckled, looking almost like a mischievous child caught in a prank, his sharp canines glinting.
"I wanted to keep you all to myself," he said
I furrowed my brows, "huh?"
"Well, sorry, Liam, I'm going back to my room."
I slowly stood from the bed, but Liam pulled my arm, causing me to end up kneeling on the bed, and he did the same.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice gentle.
"My room, where else?"
"No, no, you're staying here," Liam insisted, a smile dancing on his lips.
"Huh? Look, mister. I'm going back to my room. I can't sleep with a demon like you."
"Demon? Why do you call me a demon?"
Liam's expression shifted from playful to somewhat hurt, his eyes taking on a pleading look.
"You know what you people did 10 years ago, and I swear by the God I serve that I will ki-"
I was abruptly cut off as Liam pressed his lips against mine, a surprised gasp escaping me.
In the moment of confusion, he cupped my cheek gently, and I felt him slowly pulling my tongue with his.
He pulled away, leaving me staring at him in bewilderment, and then he unexpectedly leaned in to kiss me once more.
"You shouldn't say bad words, okay?" he whispered softly before his lips met mine again.
Liam's actions were baffling, and the mix of confusion and anger within me was undeniable.
He pulled away again, the glint in his eyes reflecting a mix of longiness and desire.
He slowly sat on the bed, while I stared at the space he had just occupied.
I was utterly perplexed, unable to muster a response.
I felt him wrap his hand around my arm, pulling me into his chest, and gently adjusting our position to lie down together on the bed.
His hands slid around my waist, and he lifted me up to meet him.
I was bewildered, unable to explain why I couldn't react, but one thing was certain - this man had stirred something in my heart, a sensation I had never experienced before.
He held me tightly in his arms, rendering me helpless, and I didn't even attempt to struggle, resigned to my fate.
He gently lifted my head, our eyes locking in a gaze.
"Good night," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine in a soft kiss before pulling away and embracing me tightly, his fragrance enveloping me in a sense of tranquility.
I felt my entire body pressed against his, and I was certain he could feel my chest against his.
I struggled to sleep, refusing to let my guard down.
I came here for one reason: revenge.
And I wouldn't let anything distract me from that goal.
After what felt like an eternity of lying awake, I finally began to feel sleepy.
I carefully extricated myself from his embrace, but to my surprise, he was still awake.
He pulled me back into his arms, holding me even tighter than before.
I furrowed my brows in confusion, having thought he was asleep.
Time passed, and eventually, I felt sleep overtaking me.
I relaxed into his embrace, allowing myself to be enveloped by it, my mind slipping into dreams.
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I slowly woke up, lying on my side, and rubbed my eyes groggily.
As I attempted to stand up, strong arms pulled me back.
I thought I had dreamed of Liam holding me the night before, but it wasn't a dream - it was reality.
Liam's arms encircled my waist, holding me tightly against him, and he showed no signs of releasing me.
"Hey, you!" I called out, trying to pry his arms loose, but he refused to let go.
"Let me go already! I'll kill you if you don't!" I threatened, struggling to break free.
I felt his hands suddenly make their way under my cloth, touching my bare stomach and trailing their way upward until they landed on my mammory gland.
What the...?
"Hey y..."
I was about to yell when he gave it a slight squeeze, slowly and carefully caressing both my boobs.
And he even went further, unexpectedly unhooking my bra.
My eyes instinctively widened, and I froze in place.
I remained frozen, my eyes staring blankly at the air as my soul had left my body.
A slight moan escaped my lips, pulling my soul right back in me.
My eyes shone in shock.
Oh God! What was this?, What was this feeling?, What was he doing?
His hands were directly touching my boobs, squeezing and massaging them thoroughly.
"Hey...l-let go of...hm," Another moan escaped.
Oh no, what was he doing?
"Liam...s..stop it," I believe he Could hear me even if it was barely a whisper.
I raised my hand to my chest, intending to push his hands away, but I felt too weak to muster the strength.
I was definitely not feeling pleasure from this, definitely not.
I slowly turned around to face him, and Lord, his expression was unsettling.
His eyes gleamed with a craving intensity, and I knew I had to escape.
I never wanted to be there in the first place.
I quickly turned to flee, but before I could, he pinned me to the bed, his hands grasping the sides of my head, his long white hair cascading down around us.
"You!, What is wrong with you?" I asked, gulping down my saliva.
"Stay away from me, I'll kill you, stay away!" I demanded, my voice shaky.
"What makes you think I'd want to stay away from something that is mine," he said softly, almost like a whisper.
"Look here mister, I'm not yours, you don't own me. You simply brought me here to work as a maid, so stay away!" I said, staring into his grey eyes that bore into me.
"You are mine, your body, your soul, everything is mine and mine alone," he whispered.
"What is wrong with you?, I'm not yours, and never will I be, so move away!"
I pushed him by the chest, but instead of moving away, he leaned closer, his chest pressing against mine as he brought his face closer to my neck.
"Stay back! Stay back!"
I struggled to push him, but he wouldn't budge.
He bit into my neck and sucked intensely, like his life depended on it.
"Argh!" It hurt, but he didn't stop.
He continued sucking like a ravenous creature, the sensation sending both pain and pleasure coursing through my veins.
It felt warm and exhilarating, sending deep shivers down my spine.
"Hm..." I mistakenly let out a moan.
It felt really good.
"No, this can't be happening. I won't let it happen. I'll kill him, I'll make sure to kill him and bring back his head," I muttered to myself, trying to sound convincing.
But another moan escaped my lips, betraying my weakness.
"I'll...ahh..." I trailed off, feeling myself losing control.
I couldn't let this happen.
I had to snap out of it.
Liam slowly raised his head, our eyes locking in a intense stare.
His expression was worse than before, and I knew mine wasn't any better.
He had already done significant damage, leaving me struggling to maintain my composure.
I gritted my teeth, determined to regain control.
"Move away," I whispered, trying to sound firm despite my trembling voice.
"You heard me, move aw...hm"
He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth and tangling with mine, exploring every corner.
His eyes were closed, while mine remained wide open, frozen in surprise.
"Li...stop...hm...please," my words trailed off, broken and barely audible.
He started slow, but his pace quickened, his hands holding my face in place as he continued to claim me with a rhythmic motion.
I reached for his shoulders, trying to push him away, but he held me tight.
I began struggling to free myself as he devoured me with kisses, but somehow, my hatred for him began to waver, and that realization upset me even more.
I refused to be overpowered by the man I hated, but he was too strong, leaving me helpless.
Suddenly, he pulled away with a clicking sound, his nose and lips flushed from the intense kiss.
My brows furrowed, and my hatred surged once more.
Gazing at his face brought back the memories of everything that had transpired 10 years ago, flooding my mind with bitter recollections.
"What is wrong with you?" I yelled
"what do you think you're doing?"
His situation only deteriorated further.
What was wrong with this man? Who did he think he was?
I tried to protest, "Get off m-" but he brutally silenced me, his lips crashing onto mine with a force that made me taste blood.
His tongue ravaged mine, refusing to relent, leaving me gasping for air.
Saliva trickled down my cheek as he devoured me, his mouth migrating to my neck.
He pulled away and suddenly knelt with my legs in-between his, his gaze burning with an intensity that made my heart race.
I had to escape, but his expression betrayed his sudden behavior, his eyes gleaming with a fervor that terrified me.
I summoned my strength, ready to fight back.
As I sat up, he yanked my shirt up, his hands scorching my skin.
"Hey!" I shouted, feeling both angry and scared.
"What do you think you're doing, huh?" I demanded, my eyes locked on his.
"Let me, Layla," he whispered, his eyes glinting with evil purposes.
"Let you? You serious right now?" I yelled.
He slowly fell, his head landing on my shoulder, and I used all the strength I had to hold myself up and prevent myself from falling under his weight.
His arms encircled my back, and he whispered, "I can't resist."
I struggled, protesting, "Let me go, you're crazy!'
But he held tighter, his determination evident in his low tone: "I have to."
With gentle yet insistent fingers, he lifted my shirt, his warm hands tracing my bare skin.
The soft fabric slid over my head, leaving me exposed to his tender touch.
I couldn't believe I'd surrendered to him so completely.
It wasn't as if I'd willingly given in - he'd somehow taken control, leaving me helpless and entranced.
It felt like hypnosis, my body obeying his every command without my mind's consent.
What had he done to me?
I was left sitting there, my bra unhooked and hanging limp, feeling revealed and extremely uncomfortable.
He slowly slid the straps off my shoulders, finally removing the last barrier between us and leaving my bare chest exposed to his gaze.
"Liam, I swear I'll make you pay for taking advantage of me like this," I vowed, my voice trembling with emotion.
He gently laid me on the bed, his hands moving to my jeans, which he unzipped and slowly peeled off, revealing my underwear.
This wasn't right, not at all.
He began to pull down my panties, his eyes never leaving mine, until I was fully exposed, with him gazing at me with an intensity that made my heart race once more.
"You, why are you doing this?" My eyes welled up with tears.
"You dare to take advantage of me without my consent, I'll make you pay."
I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye.
I was supposed to be resisting, but I couldn't, because this man had somehow gotten the better of me.
Am I really going to be ravished by the man I want to kill?
He pulled away and discarded his clothes, then leaned in closer to me once more.
"It will hurt," he whispered, then went straight to kiss my lips.
Tears escaped my eyes, as I whispered, "No, no, this can't be happening."
"I will make him pay, I will, and that's a promise."
He ravished my body, his lips tracing a path from my neck to my chest, down to my stomach, leaving a trail of kisses on my skin.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, a helpless mixture of pain and despair.
"Argh!"
He lifted my legs, and a sudden pain shot in, like something had forced its way into my poony.
What was that?
"Argh!, stop it!"
He kept thrusting in and out of me, and it hurt.
He didn't show any sign of mercy as he wasn't ready to stop.
"Liam, argh! Get away from...argh! Move away."
I already felt like I was bleeding down there and it hurt so much.
More tears cascaded down my cheeks as he increased his pace.
Was he going to kill me?
Why was he doing this?
"Liam, stop!" it almost sounded like I was pleading.
He was just too rough.
I sobbed to deaf ears, I was being raped and no one was there to save me.
It hurt like hell and he showed no signs of slowing down.
Was I going to die without fulfilling what I was here for?
Why does this have to happen to me?
Why?
He slowed down and finally stopped, withdrawing whatever he had inserted, but the pain still lingered.
He lay down facing me on the bed, and I felt my body returning to normal.
I quickly sat up and covered myself with the blanket.
"There, there, don't cry," he said, his voice gentle as he sat up and reached out to pat my hair.
But I pushed his hand away.
"Stay away from me, you demon!" I yelled, my voice filled with pain and anger.
"I don't like it when you call me that," he said, his tone betraying a hint of sadness.
"But that's what you are!" I lashed out, unable to contain my emotions as hot tears streamed down my cheeks.
Liam smiled, his sharp canines peeking through.
"I hate you!" I spat.
He lowered his gaze, the smile still lingering on his lips, then he raised his gaze back to meet mine.
"Don't say that," he said softly.
"You don't get to tell me what to say or not to say," I sniffled.
"Just you wait and watch, I'll make sure your death is a painful one," I declared, my voice trembling with rage.
He lowered his gaze once more, the sadness in his eyes visibly clear.
"Go now," he whispered.
I pushed him away, gathered my clothes, and hastily put them on, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere.
"You mark my words," I said, wiping away my tears and storming out of the room.