A.N. Here's the next update! Enjoy!
Guest: BTEYK is Better the Enemy You Know. It's best to read BTEYK first as this story is its sequel. No, this story is not going to be a romance.
Chapter Seven.
Written by: Nicia.
"Not planning to try running away again, I hope?"
"No, Comrade."
"Keeping our customers happy?"
"Yes, Comrade."
"Good. I want to see you again after you're finished tonight. Make sure you shower again thoroughly before you come down. Let me see your wrists."
I grit my teeth but do as he says, stepping forward and holding my arms out, palms up, so he can see the slowly healing scars. He traces the marks lightly with one long finger, and then checks my elbows before nodding.
Little does he know, next time, I'll succeed, and I'll be taking both our lives.
Chapter Eight.
Written by: Nicia.
I undress, lie back and think of England.
Sloppy kisses are pressed along my neck, lips mouthing over my collarbone and teeth nipping at the hollow of my throat as Jesse ruts away on top of me.
"Mmm, you're a good slut. SO tight and- oh God,"
My mind switches off as a hand fists in my hair, pulling my face to his so he can kiss me, messy and wet, and he continues to thrust clumsily.
"Mmm, say you- you want it. Say you want my cock."
I moan and buck my hips like a good little slut does.
Chapter Nine.
Written by: Nicia.
Something must have gone wrong during the course of the night, because Dimitri's in a foul mood when I arrive.
He takes me roughly; slammed face down over the top of his desk, ass high in the air as he fists my hair tightly and uses my body greedily seeking only his own pleasure.
I don't complain as his hands grip my hips painfully tightly, or as my scalp twinges when I scrub my body and hair hard to try ridding myself of the sensation of being dirty.
But later that night, I do cry - silently into my pillow.
A.N. Next update will be tomorrow!