Reborn To Change My Fate-Chapter 321 - Three Hundred And Twenty

DISCLAIMER: This Chapter contains triggering scenes like near rape experience. Please tread carefully.

Marissa glared at him. If her hands were free, she would have clawed his eyes out. "Do not speak his name from your filthy mouth," she thought, but she kept her lips tightly sealed.

Liam ignored her glare. He raised both of his hands.

He reached for her messy hair. He grabbed the remaining hairpins.

Marissa struggled with him. She twisted her head back and forth violently. She shifted her shoulders, trying to throw him off balance.

"Stop it! Don’t touch me!" she yelled, fighting against his strong hands.

But Liam was much stronger, and he had her completely trapped between his heavy knees. He gripped her head firmly with one hand and quickly pulled at the remaining pins with the other. He tossed the small metal pins onto the red silk sheets.

Without the pins to hold it up, her heavy hair finally tumbled down. It fell in thick, dark curly waves, spilling over her shoulders and tumbling down her back. The messy, wild curls framed her angry, beautiful face perfectly.

Liam froze. He stared at her.

He felt his breath hitch in his throat. His chest stopped moving. His pupils dilated rapidly, turning his eyes almost completely black. The sight of her, bound, angry, with her hair wild and loose around her face, pushed his lust to a dangerous limit.

"Gods," Liam whispered, his voice shaking with desire.

He slowly reached out and grabbed a thick curl of her hair, rubbing the soft strands between his fingers.

"Now I understand," Liam said, his breathing becoming heavy and loud in the quiet room. "Now I understand why Derek doesn’t want to let you go. I wouldn’t too, if I was in his shoes."

He let go of the curl and moved his hand down to her shoulder, tracing the neckline of her dark blue dress.

"You are truly beautiful, Marissa," he murmured, his eyes scanning her body like a piece of meat. "If just seeing your hair gets me hard like this... I wonder what the rest of your body would do to me. I want to see if you look like my paintings. I want to know if the real deal is better than the imaginary image i have of your body."

He moved his hands forward. He grabbed the thick fabric of her collar. He advanced to strip her naked, his grip tightening, ready to tear the dress right off her body.

Marissa’s heart hammered in her throat. Fear threatened to choke her, but her mind remained incredibly sharp.

She watched his eyes. She watched his heavy breathing. She realized something extremely important.

Her struggle, her anger, and her defiance were not scaring him away. They were doing the exact opposite. Her fighting fueled his sick needs. He wanted to overpower her. He wanted a victim who fought back so he could conquer her. If she continued to scream and kick, he would rip her clothes off and force himself on her right now.

She had to change her plan. She had to survive until Derek found her. She needed to buy time.

Marissa forced her rapid breathing to slow down. She forced her tense muscles to relax. She forced the hatred out of her eyes.

She came to the conclusion that she must play a different game. She began to act docile. She stopped pulling against the ropes. She let her shoulders drop forward slightly, making herself look smaller and weaker.

Just as Liam was about to rip the fabric of her dress, Marissa opened her mouth.

"Your Highness," she said.

Her voice was completely different. It was no longer loud and angry. She spoke in the smallest, softest, most fragile tone possible. It sounded like the voice of a frightened, gentle bird.

Liam halted immediately. His hands froze on her collar. He was totally shocked by the sudden change in her behavior. He expected her to scream, to spit in his face. He did not expect this soft submission.

He looked down at her face, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Marissa looked up at him through her messy, dark hair. She made sure her eyes looked wide, wet, and innocent.

She spoke again, keeping her voice incredibly gentle.

"My previous schemes at the Golden Swan may have angered you," Marissa whispered, acting as if she was finally accepting her defeat. "I know I have been difficult." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

She lowered her gaze for a second, then looked back up at his confused face.

"But, Your Highness," she continued, her voice trembling slightly to make it sound believable. "You are the Crown Prince. You have the entire kingdom at your feet. With so many perfect, willing beauties around you at the palace... why would you favor my untamed spirit?"

Liam blinked. The question caught him off guard. It stroked his massive ego perfectly. He slowly let go of the collar of her dress. He sat back slightly, loosening the trap of his knees just a fraction.

"What did you say?" Liam asked, his voice losing some of its aggressive edge. He was intrigued. He backed off a little, giving her some space to breathe.

Marissa sighed internally. It was a massive sigh of relief. Her trick was working. The immediate danger of being raped was paused.

She kept up her act. She made her face look deeply hurt and misunderstood.

"I am just a married woman," Marissa said softly, letting a single tear fall down her cheek for dramatic effect. Her wild hair added to the dramatic flare of a hurt, tragic beauty. "Why else would you notice me? Why would you go to such great lengths to bring me here?"

She looked down at her bound hands. She shifted her wrists, wincing in fake, exaggerated pain as the rough rope rubbed her skin.

"And now I am completely at your mercy," she whispered, looking up at him with large, sad eyes. "I cannot fight you anymore. You have won. But... must you still bind me like a criminal? It hurts so much."

She looked at him with a helpless, pleading expression, waiting to see if the monster would take her bait.