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This chapter contains Taehyung’s portion as well, but because that part is too lengthy so, Taehyung’s portion will begin with the next chapter. I’ll post it after I get 500+ likes and 300+ comments!
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I felt a pair of hands on my hips, slowly sliding down my sides. The fingers that touched me were ice-cold like they’d been dipped in liquid nitrogen. It was unsettling, to say the least. I tried to open my eyes to see who was doing this, but my eyelids felt like they were made of lead.
Something was wrong.
This wasn’t like any dream I’d ever had before.
The touches grew firmer, more insistent. I tried to ignore them, to burrow deeper into the comfortable warmth of my bed, but it was no use. My body was yanked roughly out of the sheets, and I felt the cool air of my room caressed my skin. The weight of a heavy body pinned me down, and the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne filled my nostrils.
My body tensed up as the memories came flooding back, washing over me like a wave.
Horror froze me in place as I realized it was him.
Alessandro Russo, my ex-boyfriend.
I struggled to break free, but his grip was like steel. Panic coursed through me as I fought against his impossible stronghold. He chuckled darkly, the sound cold and mocking. “Calm down, baby girl. I’m not going to hurt you.” His words were laced with venom, and they only served to fuel my terror.
I bucked wildly, my heart pounding in my ears. “Get off me! Alessandro, please!” I screamed, but it was no use. His rough hands gripped my hips, squeezing tightly as he lowered his face towards my lower body. I felt the hot breath of his ragged breath against my skin, and I knew what he was about to do.
I couldn’t bear it.
I couldn’t let him do this to me again.
With a final surge of strength, I twisted my body violently, breaking free from his hold. I scrambled away from him, scrambling to find a purchase on the cold, hardwood floor. “Get out!” I screamed, my voice hoarse from terror and fury. “Get out of my mansion! Get out of my life!” My words echoed through the silent room, bouncing off the bare walls like a curse.
But Alessandro didn’t move.
He just laughed a cruel and mocking sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Where do you want me to go, Lia?” he asked, using the pet name he had never been allowed to use. “We love each other. You’re stuck with me.” His voice was like ice water, pouring over my already chilled flesh. “And besides,” he added with a sickening smile, “I think you’ll find you’re not entirely rid of me just yet.” As if to emphasize his words, his hand moved slowly towards my body once more, his fingers trailing up my inner thigh.
