Page 15 of Luka

“I’m sorry for what I said before. I—I didn’t mean it.” She whispers like she’s afraid of startling me into action.

That makes me think she did mean it. But I don’t care. I’m too busy staring at her pussy. Her gorgeously pink pussy with a thin strip of tissue near the bottom that I study with a furrowed brow. Because in my world, this piece of tissue matters. My father used to instruct me on how to look for this. Oftentimes,women are required to see doctors who will ensure it’s there before marriage.

This, I’m pretty certain, is a fucking hymen.

“You mentioned a boyfriend,” I say, not really a question, but I wait for her to confirm anyway.

“I lied about that.”

“You panicked over Arseni threatening to kill a pretend boyfriend?”

She doesn’t respond.

“Do you let your boyfriend fuck any of your holes?”

She stiffens before shifting uncomfortably. Little panicked breaths reach my ears. When no answer comes, I reword.

“Have you ever had anal sex?”

“No,” she says immediately.

“Sucked cock?”

She pauses, but the way she gasps makes me think she isn’t pausing out of guilt. It’s embarrassment.

We kidnapped a good girl.

“No,” she squeaks at last.

“So what then, you just let him eat your cunt then turn out the lights?”

She doesn’t respond. Which isn’t surprising.

I sigh and turn my head to her thigh. I don’t know why it matters, but her virginity bothers me.

“Why does he stay with you?” I ask.

She scoffs, nearly choking on it. “You couldn’t possibly understand.”

I open my mouth, intent on prodding, but then let it hang open. She’s probably right. I couldn’t possibly understand that scenario.

I move my eyes to her pussy again and get an idea.

“Is it because of the way you taste?” I ask, dipping my head to slide my tongue up her slit. She gasps, her body bowing. “Orrr maybe it’s the sound you make when you come?”

I lick up her slit again before finding her tiny bundle of nerves and sucking it into my mouth, relishing the way she bucks in protest.

“Stop,” she commands, wiggling uselessly. “Luka, please stop.”

I replace my mouth with my thumb so I can lick her again while rubbing circles around the part that has her so distressed.

“Why do you want me to stop? Are you afraid he’ll find out he isn’t the only one who knows how your body works?”

I smile at the idea of it, but my amusement is tainted by the jealousy that flows in. Somehow, she feels like she should be mine. Not her boyfriend’s. Not Arseni’s. Mine. If her pussy didn’t taste so good, the bitterness that springs to my tongue would be overpowering.

“He would never judge me for what you’re doing,” she asserts, although her voice is breathy. “He knows I love him, and helovesme.”

I roll my eyes and speed up my thumb’s pace until her eyes shut and her lips part.

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