Page 34 of Deception

The words unravel me as my orgasm rushes through my entire being. Deep eyes bore into my soul while my body shakes with a pleasure so forceful that I almost collapse on myself. For a moment, the blue of his eyes is all there is. A languid peace that has me bonelessly slipping to the tub floor.

Slowly, shame darkens the light. The relief turns to despair as the water continues raining down on me. I’m losing myself, and the worst part is that as I soap myself again with the new wash that Elif brought the other day, all I can smell is him and my lust mixed together. It’s comforting in a way that makes the shame ebb away as slowly as it came. Until I’m back in my cage and it’s home sweet home.

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I’m almost donewashing myself when the bedroom door bursts open. It’s not like Elif to be so brutish and loud. She’s normally quiet as a mouse. Too quiet. Especially after my meltdown the other day. I think I might have scared the poor soul when she was only doing her job.

Shutting off the water, I’m about to step out of the bath and grab a towel when one goon that stands outside the bedroom door stomps inside and pulls me out. A panic I’ve never felt rips through me, and before he releases my arm, I twist in his hold. The move takes him by surprise. While his grip on me buckles, I kick his knee with the pad of my foot so that he folds to the ground.

“Suka!” he curses at me as I wrangle him into a headlock and press my knee to his back, compressing his spine so that if he tries to move, he’ll slip a disc and do me a favour.

“Where I’m standing, arsehole, you’re the bitch.” Pulling his gun from the holster on his hips, I point it at his head.

This is my space, and only Elif and Tomasz have come in here. Not even the praying girl has visited again since she left the day I woke up.

“Get up,” I bark at him, limping back with my toe throbbing from where it hit the side of the tub. “Slowly,” I add, pulling back the slider to load the chamber when he obviously tries to shake my assault off to come at me again.

“Fucking whore.” He spits at my face, and I know exactly who he is.

Spitting isn’t common practice. It’s something that dirty cowards do when they’re scared but still want to look tough. Stupid bastard signed his death certificate the first time he did it, and tonight is his lucky night.

Aiming the muzzle straight at his face, I take a step forward. My finger is on the trigger and ready to pop when Elif comes rushing in. The tray in her hand clutters to the floor with a crashing noise that does nothing to drown out the shot ringing through the air with the startled jolt of my hand.

The scream that follows barely sounds through the shrill whistle in my ears when the guard grasps me by the throat. Pressing me to the wall, he knees my stomach, forcing me to drop the gun in order to protect myself.

“Stop!” Elif bellows. “Get off her!”

Grappling at his shoulders, she almost gets knocked back. My vision blurs while the pounding of my heart becomes frantic. The blood in my veins chills as the air thins out.

“You carry on and your head will roll!” Another guard pulls him back, but the bastard takes me with him. “Let go, Gregor!”

Pushing between us, Elif slaps at his arms until the fucker releases my throat.

“Get out,” she spits at both men.

The other guard nods at her order before walking out of the bathroom without another glance at me. He seems young. Maybe in his early twenties, like me.

“You’ll die with her,” Gregor laughs in Elif’s face.

“Not before you.”

Turning to check on me, she grabs a towel and covers me up. My nakedness was all but forgotten during the tussle. It explains why the younger guard didn’t look back at me. I’ve become so used to it that I’m apathetic to it.

“Get the cunt ready.” Gregor looks me up and down with a sneer before he leaves.

Elif takes my hand and tugs me into the bedroom with her.

“What’s happening?” I ask when she takes a better look at my throat with an angry growl.

“The master sent for you.”

“Tomasz?” My heart stutters before it runs away with itself. Suddenly, I can’t get enough air into my lungs, and my stomach twists with a thrill I can’t stop from coursing through me at the thought of seeing him.

My entire body heats, remembering the way I touched myself to his voice and the memory of his touch. Every pore zaps with the electricity humming through me. I shouldn’t be this avid to see him, but I can’t help it. All the shadows that have been encroaching on me since he left suddenly dissipate.

“Yes, the master.” Nodding, she turns to the bed, where a white dress is laid, along with a gold chain belt and matching gold heels. When she turns back to me, hands smoothing over her simple black cotton dress, a small worry-tinged smile tugs at her lips.

“What does he want?”

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