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Mistress – A Tainted Identity Part 2 Author’s POV "Look at her attitude, highly as if she is a princess of somewhere whereas she is just his mistress, bed warmer bitch” “Do you remember how proud her father used to be on how beautiful his daughter is, now see she is using her beauty to seduce a man who can satisfy her branded needs" "I would rather die than become someone's mistress, flitty piece of shit” “What a piece of meat she is, I want to fuck her raw and rough”

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“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

I responded as I smirked. The smile on her face dropped as Arsenio chuckled. “How dare you talk to me like that?? Who the fuck do you think you are???” Monalisa asked as she glared at me. “I am his mistress but who are you madam??? What is your relationship with him??Let me answer that for you….you are his past and it is best you remain there because that is where you belong. She was about to slap me when I caught her hand and gave her a deadly glare.

Mistress came and I thought she would help me out, but she just stood right there and watched me struggle to get myself out of the hole. I wanted to cry but I tried so hard not to. Mistress is very strict when it comes to rules. And one of those rules are: an assassin should never show weakness nor beg to be saved. I felt bad that she only watched me, but when she said those words, I finally came to realize what I must be and what I should do to become that woman who can equal a man.

the madame said. "I don't know what you are talking about" Camilla said as she glanced away. "Madame, I am not trying to be rude but it's normal if you and the master are sleeping with each other but I will urge you to be careful and not fall deeply for him. In all the years I have worked here, the master has had several mistresses and a lot of them have tried to get him to fall in love with them but they have all failed, I would advise you to be careful" the madame told her.

Mistress Evelyn snapped at her, spitting out. She nibbled on her bottom lip. “I have no knowledge of his passing, so I won't. I already told you what brought me there, so you are the one under suspicion now, even though I am sure you had no business being there. Therefore, be prepared to respond to questions as you report me.” Lena slammed back at her angrily and scowled. Mistress opened the book. "What is her desired course of action with it?" “Just give it back and go your way—” The Mistress gave Lena no response and left her despite her cries of frustration. “You better keep your life on the line while protecting that book. If you lose it, you will regret it.”

Mistress’s hand gripped my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to look at the four women standing over me like judges. “You wanted knowledge,” she hissed against my ear. “These are the pages you’ll be written on. They will use you. Every inch. Until you’re nothing but a text of obedience.” The women laughed softly, circling, closing in. My pulse thundered. My cock throbbed painfully, as if it already knew it was doomed. “Strip him of his fear,” Mistress commanded.

my mistress said, not moving from where she lay with her head between my legs. “The spy was caught and is held in their dungeon and we haven't even begun phase two of the plan to capture the girl” she said, sounding annoyed. “Another failure, like the rest of you!” She sneered, her glare burning into my skin. She was the physical embodiment of ‘if looks could kill’. “Seems I was wrong to trust you pet” my mistress said, throwing my leg over her shoulder and kissing a trail down my inner thigh to the soft spot between my pussy and thigh.

Was that the reason the mistress sent for me, to remind me my time was up and I'd have to be a sex slave till she finds an interested buyer? I clicked the door's button and let myself in. The mistress, a short, chubby woman with grey curly hair that bounced on her neck, sat behind her large mahogany desk that seemed to swallow her frame. "I have a job for you." She announced the moment I entered. I swallowed, "O.... okay?" She raised her glasses to stare at me with those stern eyes that gave me the chills. I lowered my gaze instantly, "I... I'm sorry. What is the job?"