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Chapter 19: Threesome
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Anastasia’s POVMia didn’t move. Tears fell silently, as her hands shook repeatedly.I pulled her into a hug, kissed her temple, but she was detached. “You’re safe.”I yanked off one of his oversized shirts and tossed it to her. “Put this on.”She slipped into it fast, still shaking. I grabbed one of his fancy coats and handed it to her, so she could cover her tag.“There are guards outside. Walk like you belong. Don’t look scared.”“I can’t,” she whispered. “They’ll find me. He’ll find me,” shaking her head.“I’ll kill anyone who tries,” I said simply. “Here.”I handed her a black keycard with my number, my burner phone, and the keys to my safehouse.“The Rabel house. Go there. Don’t open the door for anyone. Hide is the safe room, the keycard is the key.”She nodded. Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, I know she has so many questions but that would wait later.I need to return back to Nik.I kissed her forehead and opened the suite door.She slipped out.I wrapped the dead m
Under her skirt: The last Kiss Chapter 20: KISS OR DARE?
Anastasia’s POVCheers.Slaps on the table.Laughter that buzzed like flies around rotting power.One man shouted, “Guess she really was just lucky!”Another whistled and raised his glass. “Get her ready!”I sat still in the middle of it all. The calm in the eye of the storm.The man,him, the one with dead eyes and too many rings,stood up, adjusting his cuffs with the swagger of someone who thought he owned me now.“Well, well, well…” he drawled, that slimy smirk stretching across his face. “Looks like you’re mine now, sweetheart.”I let the tiniest smile curl at the corner of my mouth. Empty. Hollow. Almost thoughtful.Then I rose from my chair,quiet, graceful. Like a woman walking to the gallows…My eyes slid to Mia.Still on her knees. Still trembling.I gave her one soft look. Just a breath of something warm.Trust me.She blinked, like she wanted to cry but didn’t dare.“I guess you were right… you beat me, huh?” I teased, stepping up to the big man. I grabbed a collar,one meant
Under her skirt: The last Kiss Chapter 19: Threesome
Anastasia’s POV“How much are we staking?”A smirk. “Do you even have a million to offer, princess?”I smiled sweetly. “Of course, darling. I do.” I winked.Pulled out a slim black card and held it up. “Buy me in.”A stack of high-value chips dropped in front of me. Platinum. Black. Even one gold chip that made the table go quiet.Let’s play.Round one, All In.They dealt.I played silent. Smooth. Gentle with the cards like they were secrets I was seducing.They laughed. Until I laid down my hand.“Straight flush. Queen high.”Silence.“Lucky first round,” one muttered.“Beginner’s luck,” another toasted.I shrugged. “Keep underestimating me. Please.”Round two was a One-on-OneNext guy, big hands, cold eyes. He smiled like I was dessert.Five minutes later, he was sweating.“All in,” I said, dragging my chips forward.“Full house,” he said with confidence.“Royal flush,” I said, slow. Cards flipped like silk.Gasps.Cigars lit. Glasses raised. I sipped like a goddess.“She’s dangero
Under her skirt: The last Kiss Chapter 18: All in.
Anastasia’s POV“Mrs. Rose, it’s a club, not a church,” I muttered as she held up yet another floor-length, funeral-black gown.“Must you show body?” she asked with that thick accent of hers. It was the first time she’d said more than three words to me that weren’t commands. “Of course. A little slut never killed anyone,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows.She jumped like I’d cursed the pope, mumbling something about “children these days” and how disappointed she was in the world. But eventually, we settled on a silver silk gown, backless, hugging my waist, sleeveless with just a rope strap across the shoulders, stopping above the knee with a slit so high it could be considered criminal.“This is bomb,” I said, admiring it. She just nodded, mumbling something about Boss not liking lateness.I dressed in silence. Calm now. Steady. I liked casinos, chaotic energy, danger cloaked in velvet, and men dumb enough to bet more than they could afford to lose.I twisted my hair into an updo, pinn
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Anastasia’s POV*Flashback*“I think you should wear your hair down,” I said, brushing mine in the mirror as we both got ready for our birthday celebration,one party at the club, the other at home with family.“Okay…” Annabelle mumbled, nodding, but her eyes were distant, something was off.She wasn’t herself. No humming. No dancing. No rambling about the playlist or what kind of cake we were getting.“You know you should smile more. It’s not a Funeral, it's our freaking birthday.” I teasingly nudged her shoulder with mine.We were not exactly identical, but we had the same red hair, same cheekbones but her features were softer, a lot more sweeter but right now she looked… haunted.“I’m trying. I’m sorry, Stasia,” she whispered, voice cracking.My teasing stopped cold. “What’s wrong, Anna? You know you can tell me.”Looking down to avoid my gaze, I gently lifted her face but all I saw was tears and sadness in her eyes.“Oh… Anna. Stop…” Stretching my hands, I pulled her into a warm e
Under her skirt: The last Kiss Chapter 16: To Feel Again
Anastasia’s POVDreams are strange. Too strange sometimes. But other times, they hit just a little too close to home.I’ve always believed dreams were a kind of vision. A warning, or predictions waiting to unfold.My eyes fluttered open. Groggy. My limbs heavy. I turned my head and spotted it: a single white rose resting delicately on my bedside table.Nikolaus.He doesn’t give up, does he?The ache I have been trying to suppress in my chest felt heavier.Yesterday… yesterday I was just angry. Not because of what happened exactly,but because of how I felt. He makes me feel too much. And it’s been a very long time since I let myself feel anything.Back when my family died… that’s when I felt the most. I screamed. I cried. I bled just to feel something else. Eventually, I just stopped. My rage became a cold flame, my joy,a mask. I could laugh, flirt, seduce, even kill… but none of it touched the real me.But Nikolaus? Around him… I feel things. He stirs too much inside me, Rage. Tension
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