Chapter Fourteen- Unrecovered Memories She Needs

"I do not want you to ever forget that you are mine." Then he introduced a tantalizing finger to my skin, ran it along my jaw-line like I was some porcelain doll or a priced possession. "The Devil always gets what he wants, don't you ever forget that, am I clear, sweetheart?"

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And that's when I came: my muscles contracted, my knees buckled, my walls clenched, my chest tightened, an internal upward force pulled at me and I heaved, standing on my tippy toes and leaning into the wall for support as I rode the massive orgasmic wave and released my juices onto my fingers. My mind was a bit hazy, I didn't even know how I had gotten to this point. I do have a very vivid imagination, but my mind couldn't have engineered that extraordinarily vivid fantasy- it was too real, every moment, every breath taken was too tangible, like everything was happening right before my eyes…. Like it was happening to me in actuality.

Now I am in the deep end, I just had the biggest orgasm of my life fantasizing about shower sex with my step-father!

I was confused and mortified, but nonetheless still hot, internally alight.

I quickly finished up the shower and by the time I stepped out of the bathroom, I had forgiven myself for giving in and convinced myself that this was never going to happen again or go any further.

It's not my fault that I'm feeling this way, it is not my fault he is attracted to me or whatever that's going on with him and it is certainly not my fault that the man of transcendent, otherworldly beauty and sexiness I happen to find extremely hot also happens to be my mother's husband.

Before I could lotion my body and get ready for bed, I realized that I had left my phone in the kitchen, much to my annoyance and dread. I can't sleep before texting Jun and reading my favorite novels, so as much as I didn't want to leave my room and expose myself to all sorts of possibilities; I had to drag myself out of the room and go to the very place that almost made me commit the ultimate sin.

I was treading carefully, praying not to run into my mother or worse, her Hellish, handsome Devil husband- but I am a bit familiar with my father's routine, I know that at these times on this day of the week, the Devil is usually in the upper chambers on the sacred uppermost floor of his palace. The upper chambers are strictly forbidden, only he has access to them and I do not want to know what the fuck he does in there and why he only goes there in the middle of the night.

I minced to the kitchen and was very relieved when I successfully seized my cell without any painfully awkward interactions and I made the trip back to my room with more confidence.

That is, until I took the corner to the hallway and I spotted the last person or should I say, the last supernatural entity I wanted to see, approaching. He does not walk like a normal man, no! His gait is as noble and as powerful as his dark aura, giving him the motion of a stealthy predator on the prowl. My stare was downcast and I was fisting my towel tightly so it does not fall as I overexerted my mind devising a strategy that will guarantee as little interaction as possible between me and him. I could feel those satanic eyes burning into my flesh and I knew that in a matter of seconds we were going to walk past each other and I was going to have to acknowledge him.

When I finally lifted my eyes from my feet, I was shocked to see that he was only like three feet away and his body had tilted a bit, making me aware that he was not going straight ahead. Before I could even ask myself what he could possibly have in mind, I found myself backing away like timid prey as step by step he stalked closer, nearing with this dangerous look in his eyes, until my back hit the wall and he had me cornered. I pinned myself to the wall, balling up my hands as his clothed body grazed mine and his scent immediately overwhelmed me.

"I still have to punish you," he uttered in the most heavenly diabolical voice- if that even makes any sense, his piercing eyes and his voice were already enough punishment, "I do not want you to ever forget that you are mine." Then he introduced a tantalizing finger to my skin, ran it along my jaw line like I was some porcelain doll or a priced possession. "The Devil always gets what he wants, don't you ever forget that, are we clear, sweetheart?"

I instantly nodded my head and struggled with a twisted tongue. "Y-y-yes daddy." When he purred deeply and his lips twitched, I knew that he was satisfied with my response and my docile demeanor.

"You are of age, a woman in every sense. You are finally the woman I knew you would grow up to be. I have been waiting for thousands and thousands of years, when the time comes, I will not hesitate to claim what is mine." Two of his fingers slipped under my chin after he placed that bold, indisputable, frightening declaration and he tilted my head up, forcing me to look at him dead in the eyes.

Then he leaned in, his face descended upon mine and my chest was engulfed in flames, my heart was going at a million beats per minute as I braced myself for a torrid kiss from him- but he only pressed his lips on my cheek and gave me a surprisingly chaste kiss before drawing his head back. "Good night, my liloco."

My lips trembled when I had to produce an answer and I don't even know how I managed to speak. "G- good night daddy."

I exhaled deeply a couple of times after he walked away, it was like I was drawing in my first drafts of air after holding my breath past my limit. After that I did not waste time, I made a dash for my bedroom, moisturized my body, put on an oversized shirt and slipped under the covers. I texted Jun, but I decided to go to sleep without getting my daily dose of panty dampening erotica because my thoughts had strayed completely and taken a tantalizing turn.

"Lights off." I sank into the light blankets as the soothing darkness welcomed me.

"Stop thinking about him." I upbraided myself for being unable to go two seconds before seeing his face pop up in my mind. The Devil… I am so terrified of him, and that is an extremely bad thing because now I'm realizing that that's what draws me to him even more; his terrifying nature makes him even more sexy.

Although I could not fully admit it to myself without feeling like the biggest slut there is; I wanted him to kiss me… on the lips…. Even just a little bit… I thought I could force myself to sleep before I become absorbed by another lucid fantasy, but just like last time, when I was just close to getting there; I was interrupted: by my mother.

Her light footfalls distracted me from my thoughts, I had almost been entirely swerved from that thought path when she sat next to me and her hand tugged at my covers. The lights went on and I peeked out of the covers with squinted eyes and a scrunched up face like a vampire who accidentally stepped into the blazing sun for a second and she offered me a rare austere look which had me thinking that she was going to reprimand me harshly and I will just have to lie down and brook it all.

"Nessa…" She cleared her throat, sounding more nervous and encumbered than her expression was leading on. "You are no longer a little girl…my little girl..." she paused and sighed heavily, further harvesting my nerves. "Rabella, I need you to tell me what you remember."

I corrugated my brows in confusion at her ambiguous, confounding request. "What I remember?"

It seemed she needed to emit puffs of air preparatory to speaking each time. "Yes, my love, how much of your past do you remember? Some memories, events, actions must be coming back to you and I know that right now they do not make sense, but I promise you, once you let me know and I explain everything to you, you will have more clarity. You do not have to be afraid, my love, this is your fate and I do not like it either, but we must accept. I will be here for you."

My frown deepened as I tried to piece together understanding from her vague words. "What are you talking about mom?"

"What do you remember? Do you know why we are here?"

I sat up because I thought more upright posture will help make sense of this hazy, consternating conversation, but nope, I had not a single inkling where this was heading. "To answer your first question, I don't know what you want me to remember and to answer your second one, we are here because you decided to marry the Devil of Bervon and he decided to overthrow the government and now we are his property."

"Why are you looking at me like that, mom?" She was giving me this unnerving stare, like she knew something horrendously life altering and pitied me for being so oblivious to that fact. "What is going on? What are you not telling me?" The Devil must have sent her to do his dirty work for him, he's the one who's been recently obsessed with the memories I supposedly have.

"Just try to remember, my love, it is very important and absolutely necessary that you do. You have to unlock those memories and tap into them, we don't have much time, you have to remember your destiny."

"What is this destiny? Daddy mentioned something like that as well, what are you people not telling me?" Now I was very apprehensive, it is not hidden in any manner that the Monaléz mansion shelters the largest, darkest of skeletons, and this has never bothered me, but it appears a very big secret is being kept from me and that unsettles me greatly.

"Everything will all make sense soon. Good night, my love." With that she gave me a small peck on the lips and left my room.

What the fuck is going on?