Page 34 of Taboo Flames

“Where the fuck are you going?” he barks at me, his eyes narrowed.

“To one of the guest rooms?—”

“You’re not going anywhere. Don’t think I’m done with you. I’m nowhere close to being done.”

I swallow nervously. “Y—you’re not?”

“Seems you’ll get to have your sleepover after all,” he replies with a smirk. “I’m going to use your body until dawn. There are still a lot of hours left until dawn, so lay back down, and you had better not let any of my cum leak out of you. Keep those legs locked tight until I say otherwise.”

“But I’m so sore,” I whine.

“Good.”

Then he pulls me into his body until we are pressed tightly together, with my back to his front and his hand in between my legs, spreading me with his fingers and playing with my pussy.

I sigh in contentment. Gio is an insatiable beast, and I love every second of it. This is exactly where I want to be. Fucked out and used for Gio’s pleasure.

If someone had told me a week ago that this is where I’d be at this moment, I’d have laughed hysterically. After all, Giovanni had just been a fantasy to me. Something I could only dream about but didn’t think I could ever have.

I feel him begin to harden behind me again, and he immediately pushes my legs apart.

At this rate, come tomorrow, I’m going to need to be pushed around in a wheelchair.

CHAPTER 10

Aurora

Istep into the mall dressing room with a dozen dresses slung over my arm.

Usually, when I do this, I’ll be surrounded by my friends as we try on clothing after clothing, but after what went down at the concert and Gio’s warning, I’ve been doing my best to steer clear of them.

So here I am, alone in the dressing room and trying on the dresses I took hours to pick out.

Now that I know Giovanni likes me in dresses, I want to stock up on them to tease him as often as I can. I have hopes that, in the near future, there is going to be a repeat of what went down two nights ago.

I look at my reflection in the mirror with a smug smile. I am still wearing scars from that night on my neck and breasts, and I never want them to fade.

I end up dumping the first two dresses, keeping the next three, dumping the following four, and keeping the rest.

The final dress I try on looks good, but the shade of green it comes in is not quite right.

“Excuse me,” I poke my head out of the dressing room and address one of the attendants. “Can I get this dress in blue?” I hold it up. “A size four, please.”

She nods mutely and takes it from me before hurrying away.

A brief moment later, there’s a knock on the door. Frowning, I unlock the door, surprised she returned so quickly. I’m pretty sure that particular dress is on the other side of the store, and it should take her at least a couple of minutes to get to and back.

“That was really?—”

With a shove, she pushes the door open and stalks in.

“Hey, what are you?—”

Before I can say more, she grabs me harshly by my shoulders and yanks me into her chest, slapping a hand over my mouth.

I try to scream, but it is muffled, and my head suddenly feels woozy. It’s then that I notice there’s a piece of cloth in the hand pressed over my nose.

Panic claws at my chest, and I rear my head back and bash it into her nose. I hear a sickening crunch, and she lets out a loud howl as she releases me.

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