Chapter 56

HEINOUS MEMORY

Diane’s P.O.V.

My heart couldn’t stop jumping while he was carrying me upstairs. I was dying of mixed eagerness and curiosity about what we were going to do next.

Bolts of electricity were streaming from my head down the spine, slowly crawling into my veins. I didn’t restrain nor protest. I badly needed to see how he would soon worship my body.

If there was a certain person who I preferred to make love to and from whom I would be willing to submit myself, I wanted it to be Liam. I asked and desired for this intimate scene to happen between the two of us. I wanted him to be my first and last.

Gently trapped in his arms, I couldn’t help myself from planting sweet kisses on his jaw and neck, teasing him way further. He released a soft moan as he slowly closed his eyes after I sucked his neck, causing a slight bruise mark on it. His aroma was getting me intoxicated, and I couldn’t get enough of smelling him at the crook of his neck.

Honestly, I wanted Liam to forget that unknown woman from his past. Liam would be mine, and I didn’t care at all who that drop-dead gorgeous woman was. If their paths were fated to meet again, I would do every single thing for Liam not to be bewitched by her ever again.

My arms on his nape got a little bit tighter. I didn’t expect myself to be this possessive, but Liam should only be thinking about me and not any other woman. I wanted it to be just me, and I would have never wanted a rival to him, even though that woman was already in his memories.

Although it was a bit dark in his room, I was not scared because I was with him. It was as if I had entirely conquered my nyctophobia after sleeping with him last Saturday night. What I felt was a strange and tingling sensation when he slowly laid me down on his comfy bed.

Liam was gentle enough to make me feel how he adored me by kissing my forehead, nose, and lips before removing my remaining clothes. At the hazy light seeping throughout the corner of the black curtains of his window, I could see how he looked at my naked body with full admiration.

Then, he slowly took off all his clothes with his eyes still glued at me. I stared at his perfectly toned and muscular body that I could barely see. For the second time, I saw him naked including his proud dick.

I couldn’t help but swallow while looking at him. My eyes even blinked unstoppably while thinking if his size could enter me flawlessly without getting hurt in the process. Nevertheless, I got impeccably exhilarated about what would happen next here on his bed.

But not until something vague sharply stabbed my head.

Why does his naked figure seem to be so familiar to me?

I was sure that this was not because I saw him nude in the shower previously. I narrowed my eyes as I couldn’t even remember where I exactly saw his physique, standing at the same position while I was also lying on the bed.

Suddenly, I didn’t know what kind of scene flashed through my mind as if I wanted to regret everything…

“Please, have some pity on me. My mother and my siblings are waiting for me. I promise, I—I will not report to the police that you kidnapped me. I’ll just go home straight and sleep… I will forget everything. Y-You can have my word, just get me out of here. Please… I’m begging you.”

Pleading while crying unstoppably, I couldn’t stop myself but look at him and try to make a way to see even a slight glimpse of his face, but I was unsuccessful. If my hands were not tied on the headboard, I already rubbed my clammy palms to beseech him pathetically.

If only I could kneel just for him to let me go, I would have done that too. I was hoping that he would soon comprehend that what he was about to do right now was a crime, and this could cost him his entire life in jail.

Hoping at the last moment that this tragic event would not continue to get the only thing I preserved for a long time and ruin my life in the process, I felt that my dreams were slowly shattering into pieces.

And I was even more crushed when he did not listen to any of my pleas. He moved his head lopsidedly but did not even speak anything. After that, he took off my pants despite my extreme struggle.

It felt like a quiver suddenly ran down through my nerves, causing my legs to automatically fly to his face. But no matter how many times I struck him with my feet, he did not mind it. I even hit him over the head, but he did not fall asleep although I used my remaining energy in kicking him so hard.

Struggling seemed to have no help at all. I just got tired of it and eventually lost all my strength. My eyes were blurred with tears, my body was covered in sweat, and my exhausted mind was too weak to think anymore. I just wanted to end everything without feeling anything at all.

“Please… stop,” I whispered meekly that was too quiet for him to hear. Being on the verge of hopelessness, I still prayed that he would change his mind at the last second and set me free.

When I didn’t move much as if my almost naked body was stuck on the bed, I knew that he was looking at me. Was he already getting his conscience back? Would he let go of me now?

But I ended up wrong. I thought he was going to stop what he was doing, but it was only a misconception. He bent towards me as he gently stroked my legs that caused horror all over my body. The loathsome devil would no longer have a conscience at any angle.

Later, his hands crawled up to my smooth thighs… until those reached my delicate treasure. A part of me that only I could see, that only I could touch, would soon be ripped in the dark.

The precious gem I treasured all my life would be taken away by this stranger in a split minute. My dreams would now all be gone because of this rapist.

His coarse whisky tongue licked my thighs upward before sinking in between them for a moment. His face stayed on the private part that caused me to squirm.

Then, he deliberately removed my panty that was covering my entire nakedness—the only cloth that separated my most hidden part and his face. After that, I could feel a finger shoving inside me, exploring my insides.

When he was done, he stood up as I was already restless to move. Even though I could not see his face, I seemed to have memorized his figure.

He was tall and had a muscular body built. Soon enough, he approached me again as if he was in a hurry. I could feel the burning heat of his body and the warmth of his breath on the crook of my neck. I guessed he was drunk and completely out of his mind.

For the umpteenth time, he brushed his lips on mine. Unlike before, now was a kind of kiss which seemed to be eager for love. I did not respond to any of his kisses because I was disgusted, I felt so used. I did not know how many times I turned my face to the other direction, just so our lips would not meet. I was tired and sick of him.

For the last time, or I thought so, my tears streamed down my face with the bitter acceptance of the darkest fate that would happen—a kind of torment that would forever haunt me. I closed my eyes and just wished for the bed to open and swallow me rather than to be imprisoned under my abductor’s body.

His lips went down to my neck and to my breasts which he squeezed tighter that caused me pain. Those trailed to my stomach, down to my belly, and to the most valued gem in between my legs. That caused me to let out a scream of panic, “No! Please… don’t!”

That was the end of my heinous memory—that I didn’t know if it actually happened to me. It was the same damn nightmare I was having for the past two years.

Liam placed his naked body on top of me, tenaciously pressing his lips on my neck. His hands began to wander around my body, with his erected manhood proudly brushing against my soft skin, but I ended up only looking at the blurred ceiling.

I guessed that the anticipation of making love to him was gone because I already became numb that I couldn’t feel his kisses anymore. I just didn’t know how to react until I suddenly screamed and pushed him away from me. “No!”