Chapter 57: Fucking Hell!
I pulled my knees to my chest, the warm water long turned cold, but I welcomed the chill because it was what made me feel an inch of something.
I had no idea how long I just sat there, staring blankly at everything. Maybe it’s the shock, or I’m traumatized because I don’t know how to describe it. I was just... numb... except for one spot that burned hotly like iron boiled at a high degree.
I finally moved, muscles a bit stiff as I leaned back in the bathtub, my back pressing into the cold surface, my eyes pinned on the chandelier above, casting warm lighting to the space.
A soft sigh fled from me as I took one leg up, my eyes instantly connecting with the sparkling ankle.
Then I felt it again... his hot breath directly at my pussy, breathing into me like it was pristine air, his lips dragging along my clit, burning each time he pressed a kiss there, and when he opened his mouth and literally sucked me as if tasting the water of life.
My breath shuddered by the passing second, and it wasn’t up a minute when I slowly slid my hand from my chest, sinking into water as it found my pussy.
I gulped as I stroked myself. It came easier at first, but that was it... an ant-sized sensation that didn’t amount to anything, and didn’t give me what I wanted.
Like something was missing.
"Fuck..." I murmured, using my hands to cover my face.
I’ve touched myself more times than I could count at even the slightest horniness, yet it was almost as if I didn’t know my own body anymore.
I’m screwed. Thoroughly screwed.
What are you doing, Ana? How could you let that happen and stoop so low and let him—!
My breath hitched as I quivered, the cold finally becoming something I could actually feel.
I fucked up.
I let whatever lust that has surfaced from God’s knows where to take control. I let him toy with me only for him to leave me... aching.
W-Why was it so intense? Why did I starve for it?
I gripped the edge and forced myself to get out. Tired of this and everything.
I walked dripping wet to my phone on the countertop beside the sink and instantly went online to order a fucking dildo.
I just clicked on anything I could find, and I lost count of the things I added to the cart, even the ones I don’t know of.
All I did was check the review, and when I saw "the best," I just clicked on them and ordered.
Zade can go to hell!
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The knock on the door ceased my warm-ups. I took my leg off the barre and turned toward it. Did I hear that right?
"Ana?"
"Yes, Mrs. Valmont," I replied to the earpiece I wore.
"Should we go through it once again? You seem distracted."
"Oh no, no, I um... completely understand. I’ll send the footage for review."
"That’s good and..."
I tuned out her voice when I heard the doorknob rattling gently like someone was trying to force their way in.
The fuck?
"Mrs. Valmont, I’ll call you back. Yes. Okay, I’ll do that."
I ended the call and took off my earpiece just to be sure I wasn’t hearing things. The rattle continued, becoming louder.
That’s real alright!
I panicked, rushing to grab my switchblade from the nightstand.
I clenched tightly against it as I summoned the courage to speak out. "Whoever you are... get lost or I swear I’ll—!"
"It’s Luca."
I paused. "What?"
"You didn’t answer, so I’m picking the locks."
What the—!
The door opened abruptly, and I jumped, eyes broad.
"That’s better. Hi, sis!" He waved his hand with a grin plastered on his face.
His eyes dragged up from my shoes, leg warmers, satin shorts, to my wrap knit top draped around my waist.
"Thank God I didn’t stumble on you naked. That could’ve been a nightmare." He made a dramatic throat-slitting gesture.
"You ask that now after breaking into my room?" I breathed out in disbelief.
Luca closed the door behind him and raised the bag he held. "I come bearing gifts. Does that get me a pass?"
After that he practically helped himself into my room as if he had been there several times.
"Oh, this place is fine!" He did a little spin. "Jesus, how much money was spent here? Did my brother do this? I’m shocked because that man never, and I say never, I mean never throws money around without a reason. You should be worried."
My mouth was basically hung open as I just gaped at the audacity of this dude.
"Where’s Boba and the other one? You haven’t given me a name yet."
Before I could even speak, he pushed the bag to me and pounced on my bed, getting comfortable.
"Maybe we should ask the maids for refreshments, yes? I’m famished."
I lost it.
I tossed the bag somewhere and raised my knife.
"How about I release some tension by gutting you?"
"Whoa! Easy there. I come in peace." He lifted his hands defensively. "You will cut yourself with that, it’s sharp."
"Sharp?" I chuckled, but it was a humorless one. "You know who else says that? That zooted snake!"
I paled. Did I just say that out loud?
"Seems like I came at the wrong time, yeah?"
I growled, grabbing the pillows and hurling them at him.
"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down!"
With one last throw, I was breathless, yet I didn’t feel better at all, even though it should satisfy me.
I sat on the bed, pushing the loose strands of my hair behind my ears. "Just get out, or I’m gonna really stab you. For real this time."
Silence stretched to the point I actually thought he had left, not until I heard his voice behind.
"So uh..." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Who touched the wrong side of your ass?"
