Page 43 of Trapping His Assassin

“Hello, devochka.” He called me a little girl so casually, while holding me shocked in his arms.

“Let me go, I need to get back.” I tried kicking him, but he dodged me. I had to get out of here, I’d completed my mission… kind of. I could go back to Headmaster Mikhail, and get him to understand that Roman was now untouchable.

It wasn’t like I wanted to kill him, but even with the Don being dead, unless Headmaster Mikhail called me home, my mission wasn’t complete.

Even still, I would break the rules.

He would hold me down in the basement again. It hadn’t been that long since he’d used that form of punishment. It was his favorite for me. I could follow how his mind worked. He would use the ultimate form of punishment, because I responded so well to it last time.

When I was a listless obedient killing machine.

But Roman woke me up, and I didn’t know what to do with these conflicting emotions. It didn’t matter. He was a mark and I had injured him. Enough for him to think twice about following me.

Now I needed to escape his friend.

The strange man started pulling me backward and my struggle renewed. I couldn’t leave my friends. If I stayed with Roman, they wouldn’t be safe, they would be punished.

So I fought.

“Hellcat!” The man hissed when I bit into his hand.

I didn’t have any weapons on me. He let go due to the pain, and I took my chance, darting away from him into the night.

My heart was pounding as I ran past the trees. I had no idea where I was, but I was certain I wouldn’t return to that house.

I ran for ten minutes before slowing down. I didn’t hear anything but the sound of the forest, or wherever I was. It was filled with large, thick green trees.

I walked as fast as my legs would allow, but being without food, for who knows how long, prevented me from moving at afaster rate. I fought through the hunger pains and nausea. My mind was on one goal.

I had to get back to The Academy.

A crunch sounded behind me and I spun around, holding my breath. Nothing was there. I waited, as still as could be, my ears trained on my surroundings, searching for a predator.

But none were found.

I spun back around and walked away. A fatal error of judgment on my part. The only warning I had was the hairs standing on the back of my neck, before a hard force slammed me into the ground.

“Ow! Get. The fuck. Off of me!” I yelled out, trying to squirm away.

He gave no response, just flipped me over and started to roughly grope my chest over my stolen thin top.

“Naughty girl shooting me and then running away.” He smiled as he located and pinched my nipples. “And your nipples are already hard too? How badly do you want this, huh?”

“I... don’t…” I turned my head away, as if to avoid his shaming of me.

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” He slapped both of my breasts very hard, and while I cried in pain, he ripped the fabric open.

My tits were fully exposed to his eyes. He quickly bent down to put his mouth over my left nipple, and bit it. I cried out again, wishing I could stay silent. But this time, instead of covering my mouth with his hand, he moved up and started kissing me.

My rapist and kidnapper kissing me? I pressed my lips tightly together and tried to turn my head away, only to find that his strong hand was holding my head in place, and his tongue was prying my lips open. It was a strange feeling, but eventually, I gave in and parted my lips, giving him access to explore my mouth.

“Good girl,” he groaned. His hand kneaded my pussy covered by his boxers.

“I can’t wait to see that pussy of yours,” he whispered as he slowly moved down to my legs, sniffing me when he reached the apex.

He whispered as he touched me, my body responding eagerly. “You’re asking for it, whore,” he said, commenting on my scandalous outfit and wetness.

“I’m not a whore!” I yelled, triggered because Headmaster Mikhail would call me that sometimes. It renewed my fight. I started to struggle again.

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