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Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ "Now," I whispered, as I gave my hand one final, slow twitch against her walls. "Tell me again, Little mess... who exactly is the easy one?" Gianna moved slowly, as if her bones had turned to liquid. She peeled her face away from the crook of my neck, her skin dragging against mine. Her hand slid up from my shoulder, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck, gripping me with a strength that told me she was still reeling. I didn't let go of her either. My hand stayed firm on the back of her neck, my thumb stroking the sensitive skin just behind her ear. We stood there, draped over one another in the middle of that dark, red-lit room, our chests heaving. I looked down at her, and for the first time tonight, the mask was completely gone. Slowly, I withdrew my hand from between her legs. I felt the wet slide of her skin against mine, the friction of the lace as I pulled away. I didn't hide it. I didn't look away. I lifted my hand between our faces, my
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ "The only reason I will keep your dirty little secret, stepsister," I hissed, "is if you become my dirty little secret in return." My hand was still locked around her throat, the heat of her skin bleeding into my palm. I could feel her pulse telling me everything I needed to know. She hated me, yes, but her body was a traitor. I leaned in closer, my nose and lips pressed harder against the side of her face and she let out a shocked gasp. She swallowed, the movement of her throat restricted by my grip. She looked like she wanted to spit in my face, but her hands were still clutching my forearm, not pushing me away, but holding on. I shifted my weight, pressing her back against the door until there wasn't a single inch of air between us. My towel-covered cock was rock hard, prodding at her stomach, and I saw her eyes dip down for a split second before she snapped them back to mine. I moved my hand from her neck, my fingers sliding down the center of her chest, t
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ "Now that we’ve finally got that out of our system," I murmured, "When are you planning to come back to the office? I’m getting bored without you around, little sister." I tilted my head, watching her through the dim lights. The effect was instant. It was like watching a candle get blown out. The color drained from her face, leaving her skin a ghostly, sickly white behind that ridiculous lace mask. Her eyes went wide, frozen in a look of pure, paralyzing horror. She didn't move. She didn't even breathe. She just stared at me, her mouth slightly open, completely stunned. Did she honestly think a cheap silver wig and a scrap of lace could hide her from me? I had known it was her the second her scent hit me, that specific, soft perfume she always wears. I had known the moment her weight hit my lap and she started that little dance. I knew the exact curve of her jaw and the slope of her shoulders. I knew the taper of her waist and the way her body moved through the ai
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ "Can I..." I started, as I felt a flush of heat, "Can I get you off in another way? I don't want to stop, I just... I can't do that." I slid off his lap, my knees hitting the plush carpet between his spread legs. I looked up at him through the lace of my mask, my hands hovering over his tattooed thighs. "On my knees," I breathed, "Or with my hands." I looked up at him from the carpet, my heart trying to beat its way out of my throat. The power he held over me was terrifying, but the hunger in my own gut was worse. It was a deep, aching void that only he could fill, and I was starving for even a piece of him. I couldn't explain the madness taking hold of me, but the logic didn't matter anymore. I was starving for him. It was a mutual destruction, and for the first time, I was more than willing to let it burn me alive. "But there are rules," I whispered, as I reached out, my fingertips trembling as I barely brushed his thighs, "You can't touch me. You keep y
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The guard didn’t wait for me to agree. He reached out and snagged my upper arm with a hand that felt like a set of industrial pliers. His fingers dug deep into my skin, right through the thin lace of my sleeve, and he yanked me forward. "Wait—" I stumbled, my heels skidding on the slick floor. "I... I have to get my bag. My friend, she’s waiting for me. I can’t just—" "Shut up," the guard stated. He didn't even look back at me. He just kept walking, dragging me through the wall of people like I was a piece of trash he was clearing out of the way. "Please," I tried again, my voice trembling. The letters in my head were screaming, a bright red mess of R-U-N and H-I-D-E, "I don't do private rooms. I told the boss. I told him I don't touch. I need to leave. I’m sick, I think I’m going to be sick—" "You’ll be a hell of a lot sicker if I have to tell you to move again," he snapped. He turned a corner, pulling me into a long, dim hallway where the music from the
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I let my body go limp, then tight, then limp again. I closed my eyes and let the bass of the music fill the hollow spaces in my chest where my heart used to be. Because at this moment, I felt nothing. Up. Twist. Slide. My mind kept flickering, like a broken lightbulb. One second I was here, the next I was back in the bathtub, the water stinging my nose. I pushed the memory down. I had to focus. I have to save her. I have to bring Morgan back before Cole ruins what is left of her. I wondered where she was right now. Was she in a room like this? Was she looking at the ceiling, trying to count the cracks to stay sane? Whatever I had to do tonight, whatever parts of me I had to sell, it couldn't be worse than what Cole was doing to her. I swung into a high arc, my legs pointing toward the ceiling. The world was upside down. It looked better that way. A heavy shadow moved at the edge of the stage. I didn't stop, but my skin went cold. A man in a dark suit was stan
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The room was too big. It was too quiet, and it smelled too much like expensive flowers and floor wax. I lay in the middle of the massive bed, feeling like a speck of dust in this giant, cold mansion. I pulled the silk sheets up to my chin, but they didn't feel warm. They just felt
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I stayed frozen on the floor, my eyes glued to the pattern of the rug. I couldn't look up, I literally couldn't force my neck to move. The heat in my face was so intense I felt like I was actually burning alive. I just wanted to disappear, to turn into dust and blow away under the g
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I paced back and forth across the rug in my new room. I was already dressed for my classes, a pair of tight blue jeans, a soft white crop top but I couldn't bring myself to open the door. My stomach felt like it was full of angry snakes. Every time I thought about going downstairs
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my hands shaking so much I had to tuck them under my arms. I was dressed in a white button-down shirt and black slacks. I spent ten minutes pulling my hair back, brushing it until every stray strand was flattened into a sleek, tight bun







