No Way Back

*Liah's POV

"Father," David hugged an older man who he has been decorating the entire house for.

"My son," he patted his back. They were almost at the same height. Just David is a few inches taller. "It's nice to see you,"

"You too," he smiled, "Rob,"

"Bro," they exchange some manly handshake. "It's nice to see you,"

"You too," he raised his brow. The Rob guy just gave him a nod.

"Who is this beautiful young lady, Son?" The older man asked. David smiled proudly and intertwined our hands. His father undersandingly nodded.

"Liah Anderson," I held out my hand to him. He took it and kissed my knuckles.

"Arthur J. Adams," I smiled.

"Robert Adams," the younger took my hand and kissed it. It felt weird and disgusting. But I act normal. I could feel David tensing beside me.

"Nice to meet you guys," I beamed respectfully. "Please," I gestured the way to the dining table.

"Sure, my dear," Arthur went first and Rob just followed, smirking down at me.

"Are you uncomfortable?" David asked, whispering.

"I'm living with you, David. I'm always uncomfortable," I rolled my eyes and yanked my hand. But he quickly grabbed it back, caressing my knuckles before planting a soft kiss. My stomach twitched.

"Let's go," with that, he took me to the dining table.

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The dinner was utterly boring. Everyone was dead silent and their heads were down. Casey, who is always joyous around dinner, is now silently eating her meal. It's like it's forbidden to talk around Arthur. Does that sound disrespectful? I mean he is almost in his mid fifties.

"Why aren't you eating?" David asked. So it's not forbidden,

"It smells like a rotten chicken," he bite his lips to prevent his laughter. "I thought it was forbidden to talk during meals," I whispered near his ears.

"It is." He shrugged, taking my plate. "I just don't go by them," he flashed me a smile. "What will you eat?"

"Later," I held his hand. He frowned, "There is no way in hell youre leaving me alone," he bite down a smile.

"I'm full," Casey announced pushing her plate. "Can I go to my room?"

"Yeah, sweetheart," Arthur -Mr. Adams- said. She quickly went to her room. "So, how did you guys meet?" This damn question.

"I held her captive," David said nonchalantly. Is he serious? But their reaction was worse. But again, they are Mafias.

"For how long are you planning on keeping her?" It was Scott.

"For my entire life,"

"Scott!" His father scolded. "Liah, is it?" I nodded, "How old are you?"

"Twenty,"

"You like them so young, bro," Rob sneered. David's grip on his fork tightened as a muscle jumped on his jaw. "I can't blame you on this one though." He smirked making me uncomfortable. "She is a full course meal,"

David slammed the table. "Enough! You are in my house, Rob! Respect my fiancé!" Rob just shrugged.

"Robert!" Arthur warned.

"Sorry," he said, leaving the table. "It was a nice dinner, Dave. I'll see you around, Beautiful," he winked at me and left the house.

"I think we should leave too," Arthur put his fork down, "Lovely meeting you, Liah." I nodded. "I apologize on behalf of my pathetic son. That was out of line,"

"I understand," I smiled at him.

"Well, Good night," and with that, Scott and Arthur left.

"What does he mean?" I glared at David.

"He was being himself," he cupped my cheeks. "Don't let him get you,"

I removed his hands from my face, because I hate how my body is reacting to him. "You are the same,"

"Meaning?"

"You made me feel the exact same when you came to our home,"

"That was because I want to let you know who you belong to,"

"Who happens to be Mark," I smiled.

"Stop it, Princess,"

"I think I need, mint Ice-cream,"

"You're allergic to mint," he sounded tired.

"Mark would've found a way," I tsked

I stormed out of the dining room, feeling angry and frustrated. David's family was a whole new level of crazy and I couldn't handle it. I made my way to the kitchen, hoping to find some ice-cream to calm my nerves.

But of course, I couldn't even have that. I was allergic to mint, the one flavor that Mark would always find a way to make work for me. I sighed and closed the freezer door, leaning against the counter.

David followed me into the kitchen, looking guilty. "What are you doing?" he asked, leaning against the counter next to me.

"I'm looking for ice-cream," I grumbled. "But of course, I can't even have that."

"You're allergic to mint," he reminded me.

"I know, but Mark would've found a way," I said bitterly.

David clenched his jaw at the mention of his name. "You don't have to keep bringing him up, Liah."

"Why not?" I snapped, turning to face him. "He's the one I'm supposed to marry."

"But you're not marrying him," David said firmly. "You're mine now."

I rolled my eyes and walked past him, heading towards the living room. "I need some fresh air," I muttered before opening the door and stepping outside.

David followed me, and we stood there in silence for a few minutes. The cool night air was refreshing, and I could feel some of the tension leaving my body.

"I'm sorry about my brother," David said, breaking the silence.

"It's fine," I said with a shrug. "I'm used to dealing with assholes."

He chuckled at my bluntness. "You have a way of handling them though," he said, gesturing towards the house.

I smiled slightly. "I learned from the best."

We stood there in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before I turned to face him. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything," he said, placing a hand on my waist, sending shivers down my spine. I wasn't supposed to be this responsive.

"How did you handle them?" He brushed out laughing, his chuckles going straight to my core.

'Are you serious?!' I scolded myself.

"My father," he caged me on the balcony. "Tell me, do you honestly care about me?"

I scoffed, "get out of your imagination. You kidnapped me and raped me."

"I fucked up, didn't I?" His eyes got gloomy.

"Real bad," I tried to maintain my non existing calmness. I was reminding of myself what he did. But of course, my vagina doesn't seem to care.

He caught me by surprise when he buried his face inside my neck, "I promise," he softly pecked my neck. And now, my heart is slowly— "I'll make it up to you,"

"I want to be with Mark," he chuckled darkly. As if he was mocking me.

"You surely do," he opened my pants and traced my wetness.

"I hate you," I trembled under his touch,

"I can see that," his fingers expertly teased and explored my wetness, causing me to moan in spite of myself. He chuckled darkly, his hot breath tickling my neck. "You hate me, huh?" he whispered, his voice dripping with desire. "Your body seems to disagree."

I tried to push him away, but he held me firmly against him. "Let me go," I pleaded, my body betraying me as he continued to pleasure me.

"Make me," he challenged, his lips trailing down my neck and towards my chest. I couldn't deny the pleasure he was giving me, and I found myself giving in to his touch.

He lifted me up and carried me back into the house, kicking the door shut behind us. "Leave me!"

He just put me on the bed, "Really," he tilted his head as he hovered above me. I didn't want him to stop, and I fucking hate myself for it. "You hate yourself more than you hate me, right?" He took one of my nipples into his mouth while massaging the other.

I moaned in response, my body arching towards him as he continued to pleasure me. I couldn't deny the intense desire I felt for him, even though I knew I should hate him for everything he had done.

He smirked against my skin, his hands roaming over my body. "You can't resist me," he whispered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "No matter how hard you try."

I wanted to deny it, to push him away and tell him to leave me alone. But my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to his touch. He knew just how to make me feel good, and I couldn't help but give in to him.

He moved down my body, his lips trailing hot kisses along my stomach and towards my core. I gasped as he buried his face between my legs, his tongue expertly teasing and exploring me. I couldn't hold back anymore, and I cried out his name as he brought me to the brink of ecstasy.

But he wasn't done with me yet. He flipped me over onto my stomach, spreading my legs wide and entering me from behind. I moaned loudly as he thrust into me, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

"You're mine," he growled, his words sending shivers down my spine. He then lifted me up with his hands around my throat. "You can hate me all you want, but your body craves me."

And he was right. As much as I tried to deny it, I couldn't resist him. He knew just how to please me, and I found myself giving in to him completely.

But I fought, I shook my head continuously. "Look at yourself, Princess," I opened my eyes and saw my reflection through the window. The city lights were bright, but I could see myself. My mascara rolled on my cheeks, my hair messy, and his tattooed fingers wrapped around my neck. Completely at his mercy.

"I hate you!" I chanted to myself. He chuckled. "I hate you so much," I say to the reflection, to myself.

"I love you," he rolled his hips, hitting a spot. His words were like a punch to my gut, knocking the breath out of me. I couldn't believe he had the audacity to say those three words after everything he had put me through.

But as he continued to move inside me, hitting that spot that made me see stars, I couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through my body. I hated that I loved it, that I loved him.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "You can hate me all you want, but you can't deny that you love this."

And he was right. As much as I tried to resist him, my body craved him. It was like a drug, and I was hopelessly addicted.

He flipped me onto my back, his hands gripping my thighs as he thrust into me with even more force. I cried out his name, unable to control the pleasure he was giving me.

"You're mine," he growled, his eyes dark with desire. "No one else can make you feel like this."

I wanted to argue, to tell him that I didn't need him. But as he brought me to the brink of ecstasy again and again, I knew deep down that he was the only one who could make me feel this way and I hated him for it.

Afterwards, we laid in bed, sweaty and breathless. I couldn't believe what had just happened, but I couldn't deny that it felt amazing. David wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, kissing my forehead softly.

"I meant what I said," he whispered. "I'll make it up to you."

"You can't," a tear rolled down my cheeks, "You swallowed me whole, David. There is no way back for me,"