POV: Lianne
Cain was kissing me lavishly from head to toe. Touching my body like he was soaping me thoroughly. I couldn’t open my eyes but I knew that it was him when he sluggishly uttered my name.
“Lianne… be mine.”
Yes. I did shake my head to disagree, but he only proceeded to explore more, kissing my body, licking every curve that I had. I felt him knead my breasts that were devoid of a brassiere and I felt his tongue swirling inside my mouth when he forcibly opened it.
I gasped at the sensation.
I wasn’t supposed to feel good about it, but how could I be insensitive to his touch when he was sending waves of pleasure all over me?
Like Ruen, Cain’s touch was burning me, coaxing me to submit, making me weak. With our first encounter in the king’s room days ago, I should be panicking right now. He was pushing himself on me again, but why was I not fighting like before? Despite myself, why was I opening up to him?
And then I knew the answer. It could be because of the drugged wine. Blast it.
I tried to push him away, yes I did, but he was too strong — an asset I had already established in our first encounter.
I tried to open my eyes again, but still, I couldn’t. And then he turned me around, putting me in a position so that my back would press his chest.
‘Oh no…’
I gasped again. ‘Was that his….?’
His domineering voice resounded in my ear. Every command he whispered, rang a thousand bolts inside me. Like I was electrocuted with just his words alone.
“Lean more, my princess, ” he ordered and I was left to obey him.
I can’t! I have to have a will of my own!
I felt something hard press my rear and then felt his fingers trail down my mound.
I shivered at the contact of his finger pads on my sensitive flesh. This was so reminiscent of Ruen’s touch, but I knew it would never be the same.
“Cain… no, please….” I managed to say despite my drugged state.
“Lianne, this is exactly what you’ll feel every time we are together, ” I heard him say close to my ear. His fingers continued sliding in and out of my tender flesh, pulling my climax out, while his erection kept hitting my buttock, dry-humping me without my consent.
I whimpered a sound mixed of pain and pleasure. I hated it.
I couldn’t move as Cain continued touching me. My hands felt stiff like a stone. My breathing turned rapid and deep.
I tried to open my eyes again, pushing my eyelids real good, and when I successfully did, alas, Cain’s smiling face greeted me. He sat at the edge of the bed with his left hand touching my hair.
I blinked hard, feeling stunned. Hastily, I glanced down and was happy and relieved to see that I wasn’t naked at all. That I was still on my pair of jeans and blouse.
I knew it was just a dream, but even so, I felt violated. Taken advantage of. Cain wouldn’t do such a beastly thing as to molest me in my sleep.
But then again, I hardly even know him.
With that thought, I eyed him a disdainful look, but he wasn’t affected by it.
“It’s good to see you again, my princess, ” he greeted me with beaming eyes. He looked different now. So much different with his hair cut shorter. I remembered him the first time we met, he had long hair in a low ponytail. He looked neater this time with a short cut. Almost the same as I remembered him… in the past. He wore a black suit like he just came from a business deal or a formal dinner party.
To stop him from touching my hair, I moved a little farther from him, pressing my back against the headboard.
“You ordered your subordinate to drug me, ” I callously declared the obvious.
“Mmmm…” he mumbled. He then touched my knees, encircling his fingers on my kneecap. He knew what sensation he was sending to my entire nerves with just that. I threw him a look of annoyance and pulled my knees away from him.
“Why did you do that? I came to you willingly. Do you have to drug me then?!”
His eyes were as magnetic as before. He stared at me with great depth and I immediately felt like I was being pulled towards him.
“Why so serious, Lianne? Do you not like what you felt?” Cain acutely answered. “I heard you moan in your sleep. A couple of times really. I even heard you call my name.”
‘Oh my God. He must be joking!’
“Goodness me, you were letting off a thick steam of passion that it almost tempted me to ravish you entirely even when you’re asleep, ” he finished, ogling me from the head down, his eyes as perverted as before.
“What do you mean?!” I shouted in panic. For a moment, fear gripped me like a vice. “Don’t joke with me, Cain. It’s not amusing anymore.”
“Oh don’t worry, ” he smirked before standing up and adjusting his grey blazer. “The drug is called Xtaxxi. The dose that I gave you is only minimal. Don’t worry, it will not harm you. I needed to do that so that you wouldn’t fight me off.”
“What do you mean fight you off?!” I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, but I have a feeling he wasn’t joking with me since the beginning.
“The dose of the drug I gave you only lasts just a couple of hours, Lianne, but those kiss marks on your neck would last a couple of days, enough to send Ruen a message that you are mine.”
I glared at him. He really did take advantage of me while in my sleep.
“Oh, yes… but don’t worry. What you’re thinking right now didn’t happen. Nothing beyond kisses, although I surely want for that to happen soon… very soon.”
His eyes flickered with lust as they scanned my body and just like that, I felt defiled again. I shivered at the thought of him claiming me. Why couldn’t he just take a hint that I do not want him?
“Right now I have a business to attend to, so I must leave you, my precious princess, for a moment.”
Before I could throw him a pillow — the only object I was able to hold in haste — he skittered away towards the bedroom door and left me fuming with rage.
Shit.
I felt my tears streaming down my face. Good. Just good! I was right. It was a trap. And I actually fell into it again. Big time.
“Oh Ruen, I’m so sorry.” My heart felt like it was being torn a thousand pieces. I cuddled a large pillow, putting my forehead against it so that my tears would be absorbed on its cotton. I remained like that for a couple of minutes, never having enough strength to fix myself up. I just felt drained. Felt like no energy was left in my system.
I had to get away from here, away from Cain, and safe from whatever plans he had on me. I couldn’t risk getting drugged again. Never.
But of course, I had to get the necklace first and to do that, I had to find it myself. Asking Cain for it wasn’t an option. He’d never give it to me.
Thirty minutes later, the door opened. I quickly snapped my head up to see who it was and there I saw a man dressed in a butler outfit, pushing a tray cart full of food and fruits.
“Madame, Mr. Von Cavill had sent me to bring you dinner. I hope the food is to your liking, ” he calmly spoke, then started to arrange the only empty table in the room across my four-poster bed.
He didn’t seem to mind it when he saw my eyes wet with tears. I just nodded at him and off he went with his duty.
He looked prim and proper, moving in a standardized fashion. Exactly like what you would normally expect for a butler. I saw the food he laid on the table and my mouth started to water.
But I couldn’t and will not eat it. After Cain’s stunt with the wine, any food or drink offered to me now would likely be drugged.
“Where am I, Sir?” I asked him politely, patting my eyes dry at the same time. I prayed earnestly that he would answer me.
“Madame, you are in the Soulisse Mansion, in Mr. Von Cavill’s estate.”
I was surprised to hear him say that. I honestly expected that I would be on the highest floor of Cain’s tallest skyscraper in Since City. But in the Soulisse Mansion?
The name sounded very familiar. I rephrased the name over and over again in my mind and that’s when it hit me. Yes, another vision, accompanied by a dull throbbing headache.