Chapter 2 Methods to Deal with Nicholas

Hearing that familiar endearment, Diana felt the suffocating sensation wash over her again.

During the three years of captivity, Nicholas had called her "sweetie" countless times. He always told Diana to be good, to love him more, to stop trying to run away.

But in her past life, Diana's heart had been consumed with resentment—how could she have cared about his feelings?

Diana felt Nicholas's hardness pressing against her core. Her eyes reddening, she pushed him away, voice breaking with hurt, "Nicholas, are you going to force me again?"

"No." Nicholas's Adam's apple bobbed as he sought her lips again. "I want you to want this."

But seeing the wounded look in Diana's eyes, Nicholas's movements stopped abruptly.

Just then, he slapped himself hard across the face, startling Diana.

Seeing he still wasn't clear-headed enough, he pulled out a folding knife from the armrest compartment and slashed it across his forearm without hesitation.

Blood instantly stained his shirt crimson. Diana quickly pressed her hands against his wound.

"Nicholas, have you lost your mind?"

"Leave!" Nicholas forced the word through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

He was breathing heavily, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his lower body aching with need. He raised the knife again, but Diana gripped his wrist tightly. "Nicholas, snap out of it."

"Just go!" Nicholas repeated.

He tried to force the blade down again, but just as it was about to cut, his blood ran cold.

Diana had turned her head away, refusing to look at him, one hand unbuckling his belt while the other grasped his rigid length.

"Put the knife down." Diana's voice trembled, her body shaking, but her hand began moving up and down with quick strokes. "Drop it, and I'll help you."

Tears threatened to spill, but Diana didn't dare cry—afraid the dramatic eyeliner Mandy had painted would make her look even more ridiculous.

The knife clattered from Nicholas's hand. He stared at Diana in stunned silence. "Diana."

"Don't look at me!"

Diana found courage from somewhere and covered his eyes with her free hand.

Unable to see, Nicholas's other senses became heightened.

He could feel Diana's firm curves as she sat on his lap, hear her shy, breathless sounds, feel the soft smoothness of her hand working him, even smell her unique scent. He felt like he was losing his mind.

He pulled Diana tight against him, his hands restlessly slipping under her clothes, caressing her smooth skin.

Diana glanced at Nicholas's tortured expression, started to push his hands away, then gave up.

She'd been touched by him before—helping him through the drug's effects was better than being violated.

Feeling her muscles relax, no longer resisting, Nicholas growled low and bit her earlobe. "Faster, sweetie."

His hands urged her on, his breathing growing more ragged.

Diana closed her eyes, growing breathless from his touch, but her hand kept accelerating its rhythm.

Finally Nicholas found release, and Diana exhaled deeply in relief.

It was over.

She started to reach for tissues, but Nicholas pulled her back into his arms. "I need more help, sweetie."

His hands boldly slipped inside her shirt, kneading her breasts.

Diana turned away angrily. "You pervert!"

Nicholas hummed in agreement, simply tearing open her shirt buttons, using his hardness to rub against Diana's thighs.

"You—!" Diana struck his chest hard, but noticed his eyes had gone completely red, no longer focusing.

Remembering the nightmarish night from her past life, Diana cursed through gritted teeth, "Mandy, you bitch! Just how much of that drug did you use? Don't you know it could kill someone?"

Nicholas had no rational thought left—he was completely controlled by the drug.

Realizing that if not for Nicholas's strong willpower, Mandy would have succeeded in her past life, Diana felt a strange tightness in her chest.

After several failed attempts to escape, her clothes kept disappearing.

"Nicholas!" Her voice was thick with tears. "Do you even see who I am?"

"Diana, my love." Nicholas lifted his head, his gaze still unfocused but fixed on her.

Diana knew she couldn't escape this time. Rather than endure it passively, she might as well try to enjoy it—at least it wouldn't hurt as much. It wasn't like they hadn't made love in her past life.

She took a deep breath, then removed Nicholas's tie, tore open his shirt, and bit down on his collarbone.

Nicholas groaned, holding her even tighter.

Diana choked out, "Nicholas, if you ever betray me, you're dead! I'm a demon crawled out of hell—I won't let you go!"

The next second, Nicholas swallowed all her threats with his kiss.

Diana closed her eyes and completely gave up resistance. Fine, they'd make love. She couldn't escape anyway.

The next morning, Diana woke up gasping for air.

Opening her eyes, she saw Nicholas holding her so tightly he seemed determined to absorb her into his body.

"Nicholas, you're suffocating me!"

She slapped his hands hard, and he slowly opened his eyes, loosening his grip.

Nicholas reached out to smooth Diana's hair, his gaze gradually clearing.

His fingertips traced Diana's slightly swollen lips, then gently took them between his own, licking them with his tongue.

Feeling his arousal stirring again, Diana quickly pushed him away.

Seeing his expression instantly turn cold, Diana's heart clenched.

She spoke with wounded innocence, "I'm sore."

Wrapped in the sheet, she looked at Nicholas pitifully. "It was my first time. I hurt."

Nicholas froze, then his face suspiciously flushed red. "I'll call the family doctor. I'll help you apply medicine later."

"Not you." Diana spoke quickly, and seeing Nicholas's expression change again, she hastily added, "Don't you apply the medicine—where exactly would you put it?"

She buried her head under the covers, refusing to come out, as if mortified with embarrassment.

Nicholas chuckled softly and kissed her forehead. "Alright."

Hearing the door close, Diana finally emerged from under the covers.

She exhaled deeply, then smiled. She seemed to have found a way to handle Nicholas.

When the family doctor arrived, Nicholas had already dressed and resumed his cold, aloof demeanor.

The doctor's eyes went wide as saucers when she saw Diana.

Diana blinked innocently at the doctor. "Thank you for coming."

She then pouted at Nicholas. "Aren't you going to leave?"

Nicholas's Adam's apple bobbed, then he nodded and walked out.

The doctor's expression shifted from surprise to terror, her hands trembling as she held her medical bag.

After the doctor finished treating her, the bedroom door burst open again as Mandy rushed in.

Seeing Diana's condition, Mandy was startled, then gripped Diana's hands tightly with worried eyes. "Diana, how could Nicholas treat you like this? He's absolutely inhuman!"