Chapter 5

Chapter Five

​I opened my mouth and tried to take his length in, but he was too long. I could barely manage three or four inches. Just as I tried to pull back, his grip tightened on my hair, and before I realized what he was doing, he shoved his cock into my mouth in one rough thrust.

​This was the man who had promised to be gentle.

​“Yes!” he grunted, switching his right hand on my hair to his left, while his right hand came to rest on his waist.

​My eyes widened and tears welled up, but the feeling of him hitting the back of my throat made my pussy quiver and throb. I felt an intense need to be fucked by him mercilessly.

​“Oh Mira, you're fucking sweet!” He let out a groan of pleasure, his grip on my hair tightening with every thrust.

​He paused, looking down at me with a smile before continuing. His cock throbbed in my mouth, and his own mouth hung open, an indication of just how much pleasure he was getting from fucking my face.

Both of his hands now gripped my hair, and my hands fell to his hips as he sped up the pace.

​“Yes! Urrgh… Fuck! You're so sweet, Mira!” His ecstatic grunts filled the air. My wet pussy quivered again, and I moaned on his cock.

​“You're so fucking sweet! I love how you take it! Yeah! Take that dick, Mira! Take it rough! Fuck it, baby!” He bit his lower lip and threw his head back, grunting loudly while I moaned on his veiny cock. My pussy tingled and throbbed.

I felt shivers I'd never felt before. Fuck! I wanted him so badly. I wanted to slide his cock inside my pussy this minute. I wanted to feel what it was like to have him dig my pussy mercilessly.

​“Mira! I'm about to cum! Mira!” His body was slick with sweat now and he looked incredibly handsome and sultry, his mouth open as moans escaped that made my heart leap.

​His pace suddenly quickened, his grip on my hair so tight I thought he might pull it out. The pleasure I felt increased with his, and I tightened my grip on his hips. Vlad was fucking good, fucking hot, and I was sure this wouldn't be the last time I tasted him.

​“Yes!” He grunted, releasing a thick, warm liquid that splattered across my face. He then fell heavily onto the bed behind him.

​My vision cleared, and I suddenly realized I’d walked into the wrong room. This was Vlad’s room.

​I sprang to my feet, his cum dripping down my face. The wave of lust disappeared instantly, replaced by a scorching shame. I threw the door open and ran out.

*****

~NORA~

Immediately after the call ended with Mira, and I heard Mr. Femriss’s voice in the background telling her to pack her things, I knew he was up to something again. He is determined to ruin Mira’s life for a past she knows nothing about, and I am going to make sure he doesn't succeed.

Even though Mira doesn’t acknowledge my efforts to save her, I won't stop. Last night, she pushed me down in front of everyone, strangers stared at me in a way that made me feel so ashamed. But I won’t stop trying, she is simply ignorant of what is happening to her. I must bring her to the truth so she can be free once I have the information I need.

Right now, I have to stop Mr. Femriss from taking her away. I know he’s using her again to satisfy his own selfish desires.

I dressed quickly, grabbed my handbag, and was about to leave when my mother walked into the room.

“Where are you going?” she asked, looking me over from head to toe.

“Mira needs me right now, Mom. I have to go. Please,” I said, trying to move past her, but she pulled me back sharply.

“I’ve told you to stay away from that family. Why are you trying to drag us into trouble, Nora?” my mother said, her voice growing sad.

“Mom, Mira is in trouble, and you know we’re the only ones who can help her. Why are you holding back? Can’t you see she’s wasting away?”

“That is not your business, Nora. Stay away from the Femriss family. I want to live long enough to take care of you, to see you become who you want to be,” she said, her eyes searching mine. “We can’t help her. We’re not rich enough.”

“No, Mom. We don’t need money to help her, we need evidence. Give me what you have and let me fight this myself. Just watch me win,” I said, determination burning in my voice. But she said nothing. She only stared into my eyes.

The room fell silent, our breaths the only sound, until she finally spoke again.

“You’re all I have left, Nora, after your father was killed. The Femriss family is evil. They always get what they want. I don’t want to lose you,” she cried, and it broke my heart. But I couldn’t back down.

“Do they always get what they want? Then it ends with me, Mom. This time, something has to be done,” I said, taking her hand.

My mother knew everything about the Femriss family I needed to save Mira and she had the evidence. She was also a victim of one of Mr. Femriss’s wicked operations. I found out the truth the first day I brought Mira home after school. My mother had told me to stay away from her, and when I refused to do so without a reason, she gave me a glimpse of the truth. I have been restless ever since.

For three years, I have been begging her to give me the evidence. She had it all, but she’s scared to die, scared to lose me, and scared of Mr. Femriss. But I am not scared of anyone. I believed that one day he will go down and Mira will be free.

​“It hurts me to see my friend suffer when I know I can help her. To stay silent is wickedness. We’re no different from the Femriss family if we keep holding back. Please, Mom,” I pleaded. My mother stayed silent, tears rolling down her cheeks.

​“I know you’re trying to protect us, but I have no peace. She is emotionally and physically abused, her dreams are shattered and her beautiful skin is scarred. And now Freya is teaching her how to drink, teaching her to be a drunk just to forget the pain she caused.”

​“You don’t know what Femriss is capable of doing to his enemies, Nora. He is always one step ahead of anyone coming for him,” she flung my hand off, turning to leave, but I held her back.

​“Three years, Mother. Three years since I heard what happened to Freya, and I have not been at peace. I’m unhappy. I can’t sleep, I can’t even concentrate in school. If you truly care about me, you’ll help Mira.”

​She stared at me silently, then walked toward her room. I followed her.

​“I will tell you and show you all you need to know. I will give you the evidence you seek, but on one condition,” my mom said as we stepped inside her room.

​My heart leaped with joy. I had finally won this argument after three years. Mira would be saved. And Freya… oh, I couldn’t wait to see her wither away.

​“What’s the condition?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

​Silence stretched for what felt like an eternity before she replied. “You will not do it yourself. You will present the evidence to people who can handle it without Mr. Femriss knowing we are involved.”

​I wasn't sure how I'd manage that, but I nodded. I'd do anything for that information.

​She moved toward her wardrobe, reached under a heap of clothes, and pulled out a tiny box and placed it on the desk. Just as she was about to open it, three masked men burst into the room. One of them struck my mother on the head with a gun, and she collapsed.

​I screamed, but my voice was cut short as one of them covered my mouth and blindfolded me. I struggled, but he was too strong. My legs left the floor as he carried me out and tossed me into a car.

​I kept struggling, kicking and hitting, until I heard a familiar voice.

​“You stupid thing,” the voice spat. A hard punch landed on my face, and everything went black.