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Chapter Seven.
Rose POV.
I feel slightly cleaner. At least on the outside.
Now I'm wrapped up in a huge, white, fluffy towel, waiting for him to return.
The irony. White is symbolic for purity, cleanliness, virginity.
I'm none of those things.
The thought causes tears to well up in my eyes, but I don't let them fall.
This is my bed. I made it, now I have to lie in it.
But it doesn't mean I have to like it.
And it doesn't mean that I can't hope that whatever he's preparing me for will be an escape from this life either.
Chapter Eight.
Adrian POV.
My stomach clenches and my heart races as the door to the bedroom opens and he enters.
His gaze is cold, as always, and unnerving as he watches me for a long minute, his eyes sliding over my naked form as I stand by the bed and wait for his next order.
Satisfaction covers his features once he's done with his silent assessment, and approval even lights in the depths of his blue eyes as they land on my neatly trimmed hair.
"Good boy. Are you prepared?" My stomach falls as I nod and he smiles coldly. "Then bend over."
Chapter Nine.
Rose POV.
There's someone else up here too.
Once I'd showered and wrapped myself up in the towel, I pressed myself up against the door, listening out for anything that would hint as to what was happening.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor, the heels of his shoes tapping on the marble floor, and I'd hurried away from the door from fear of being caught.
But he didn't stop outside my door.
And when something thumps against the wall, my curiosity gets the better of me.
He usually needs to… relieve his tension before a potential sale.
Soft moans and hard grunts echo through the cheap plasterboard, and I realise that he is.
Just not with me.
Chapter Ten.
Adrian POV.
I can't help the moan that escapes from between my lips when his hands trail down my back, applying pressure just where he knows that I like it before he slams into me hard.
There's no pain despite the fierceness of his movements, and it's moments like these that keep me here, despite the hell he puts me through on a daily basis.
He knows me better than I know myself, and when his lips are tracing across my shoulder blades, pressing soft kisses to my skin as he uses my body in just the right way and fucks me to within an inch of my life…
It makes it all worthwhile.