Odalisque - Chapter 111

Liv staggered as she stepped out of the carriage, glancing around. Among the unfamiliar faces, presumably Dimus’ subordinates, she recognized Adolf and Roman.

Instinctively, Liv realized that these two were the ones guarding Corida. Especially Adolf—the only person with enough connection to have taken Corida from the station without causing a scene.

“Mr. Adolf!”

Adolf seemed ready to respond to Liv’s call, taking a step forward. However, there wasn’t time for a conversation. Dimus had no hesitation in yanking Liv along, ignoring the looks from his subordinates. He kept his eyes forward, completely focused on moving.

His aura was so menacing that no one dared call out to him.

“Marquis, let go of me!”

Ignoring Liv’s protest, Dimus spoke coldly to the staff inside the mansion.

“Leave.”

The servants who had been waiting at the entrance quickly moved outside. They moved so swiftly that the mansion emptied in an instant, and soon the main door closed with a firm bang. The only sound left echoing in the lobby was Liv’s unstable, ragged breathing.

Dimus stood in the lobby, his back to Liv. Staring at his back, Liv slowly turned her gaze to her arm. Even though he had his back to her, his grip on her arm remained strong. If anything, it seemed even tighter, as if he were suppressing something within himself.

The air between them felt like a balloon about to burst, ready to explode at any moment.

Liv lowered her gaze. She had expected him to be angry at her runaway attempt, but she hadn’t anticipated that his anger would drive him all the way to Adelinde.

Had she underestimated his pride?

Now that she was caught, she had to face the consequences. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how his anger would manifest.

…Would he take his fury out on Corida?

A sudden fear gripped her, loosening her lips.

“The one who angered you is me, so take it out on me.”

The man, who had seemed like he would keep his back to her forever, turned slowly. Facing his furious blue eyes made Liv’s heart tremble, but she continued speaking.

“Please, leave Corida out of this…”

The moment Corida’s name escaped her lips, Dimus’ expression twisted savagely. His already blazing gaze seemed to swallow flames whole.

His hand, which had been gripping her arm, moved to her neck in an instant. His large hand was wide enough to wrap around her throat. She could feel the leather-gloved fingers pressing against her neck.

It felt like she could be choked to death at any moment. Fear surged up her throat, and Liv tightly shut her eyes.

However, the suffocating pain she had braced for did not come. Instead, what sharply pricked her senses was the savage bite of a kiss.

“……!”

Her lips were bitten so roughly that the taste of blood filled her mouth. Dimus’ tongue, seemingly aroused by the taste of blood, pushed into her mouth with no hesitation.

Caught off guard, Liv instinctively accepted the intrusion, but she belatedly mustered her strength to push against him. When she did, he merely shoved her backward.

She crashed into something behind her, and something fell to the floor with a clatter. She couldn’t even look down to see what it was—her back had slammed into a piece of furniture, and a sharp pain shot through her. Liv let out a pained moan, but even that was swallowed up by Dimus.

His hot tongue delved deep into her throat, swallowing everything as though it would pierce through. The hand that had gripped her neck vanished, but Liv found herself even more breathless.

Liv turned her head this way and that, trying to break free from the kiss. Then, she bit down hard on the invading tongue. Dimus reflexively jerked his head back.

Finally, there was a moment’s distance between their lips, and Liv gasped for breath.

But the reprieve was fleeting.

Rip!

With the sound of tearing fabric, cold air rushed against her chest. Liv tried to pull her clothes together, but more ripping sounds followed. She couldn’t even tell where the tears began, and her top quickly became a useless rag.

Her cloak had long since been cast to the floor and trampled under Dimus’ boots.

Liv looked up at Dimus with horror. His crimson-stained tongue licked his lips, and even with blood smeared across them, he still looked beautiful. Even in this situation, she couldn’t deny his beauty.

“What on earth…!”

“You said I should take it out on you.”

Dimus’ hand, which had shredded her clothes, grabbed her chin, twisting her head to expose her neck. He tilted his head slightly and pressed his bloodied lips against her skin. The kisses trailed thickly from her ear down her neck.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“Ugh!”

His lips, which had feigned tenderness, quickly turned vicious. A sharp pain bloomed where he bit down.

His hand slipped under her shredded top, gripping her bare skin tightly—hard enough that Liv was sure there would be bruises.

“I’m giving you what you asked for.”

Dimus bit her neck hard, then pushed her against the furniture once more.

Thud.

The piece of furniture shook under the impact.

“You certainly have a lot of complaints.”

Her lower garments were no better. With a flick of his hand, the button that held her waistband came undone, and her skirt fell helplessly to the floor. The presence between her legs was all too familiar.

Liv clenched her teeth and tried to push Dimus’ chest away, but his large frame was like an immovable stone wall.

“If you did it, then you should be prepared to face the consequences.”

Dimus found her struggling hands annoying and grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, lifting them above her head. Liv let out a weak moan, looking up at Dimus.

When their eyes met, his red-stained lips twisted into a smirk.

“Liv.”

The name sounded as though it were drenched in blood.

If Dimus had decided to have her, Liv had no way of stopping him.

It wasn’t just about the difference in their physical strength. More than that, the process of being with him had become ingrained in her body. His massive length pushed inside, pressing against her inner walls, easily claiming her. Her entire body heated up, flushed with arousal. Bit by bit, her sanity was eroded, replaced by an intoxicating heat that melted her mind.

She hadn’t failed to try escaping the mix of pain and pleasure. She clawed at his arms and chest, but it only seemed to spur him on more.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Every time Dimus’ hips slammed against her, Liv let out an involuntary moan. She clung to the edge of the table, barely holding on.

The vase that had been on the table had long since shattered to pieces. With tears blurring her vision, Liv could see the floor littered with shards and fallen flowers.

There was no feeling left in her lower back. The sound of their bodies moving filled the space, punctuated by her moans. Every thrust scorched her insides as if branded by an iron rod.

“Ugh…”

The table beneath her shuddered violently, and Liv clung to the edge, gasping for air. Dimus buried himself to the root, his thickness throbbing inside her as he released.

All she could do was lean over the table and take him, but her breath came in short, frantic bursts, as if she’d run a marathon. Leaning her sweat-drenched forehead against the table, Liv exhaled heavily. The intense pleasure lingered in her body, refusing to fade.

The time apart hadn’t mattered at all. Her body responded to him far too easily, and Dimus, seemingly aware of her condition, continued to push her sensitive body without hesitation.

Liv blinked slowly, her eyelashes wet with tears, letting out a faint moan. The weight on her back was heavy, and she could feel Dimus swelling once more inside her. He trailed kisses down her spine and shoulder blades before setting his teeth against her skin.

The bites were painful and stimulating at the same time. Liv tried to lift herself up, struggling against the weight on her back.

But Dimus’ hand pressed firmly on her nape, keeping her pinned. Then, his hardness withdrew only to drive back inside with full force.

The movement was relentless, in and out, pushing to the very end each time.

If it continued, she really felt like her insides would tear.