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She storms after me, her feet light on the wooden floor like the little dancer that she is. I raise an eyebrow at her. She tightens the robe and holds the knife up to me once more. She looks good with the ‘just been fucked’ hair. I’d like to see it again.?

“Why do men always assume women are on birth control?” She waves the knife in my direction.

“Because women usually are. I did say to you that you can tell me to stop. You knew I wasn’t wearing a condom, so I guess you need to take care of it.” I shrug, her nostrils flare, she is furious. She throws the knife at me, and it misses. Feisty.?

“Fuck you,” she seethes.?

“I’d rather fuck you. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be good to go again,” I retort, helping myself to a bottle of water I know she keeps in the fridge. I try not to frown at the lack of food inside.

She storms over and shoves my bare chest, but I don’t budge.?

“You are infuriating,” she huffs, hair falling in front of her eye. I tuck the strands behind her ear.

“And you're acting like I didn’t just give you the best orgasm of your life. Get over it, little doll.”

She pushes me again, and I raise my eyebrow at her feeble attempt.

“That wasn’t the best orgasm of my life.” She crosses her arms over her chest and lifts her chin.?

“I’ll have to try again then.” I smirk, and her cheeks blush. Next time, I’ll make sure she can’t get out of bed.

Chapter fourteen

Amaia

Ididn’tsleeplastnight after I made Viktor leave. He was reluctant but promised he would be back soon. I’m not quite sure how I feel about that.?Viktor inside me was intense; I couldn’t get him out of my mind for hours. The memory of how different it felt, so deep, and the piercings made him touch everywhere. I was only able to stand from adrenaline.?

I had given him control of my body, and he took care of me. I’ve always had to be on the lookout for myself, controlling my emotions. My mom always told me I have my dad’s temper and I should dance through it, forcing it deep down until I choreograph my own personal dance.?

I wouldn’t know about my dad’s life or much of who he is. I’m just an affair baby. Even though he used to call me his little princess, when he did visit us anyway. He must have been too busy with hisrealfamily.?

Stepping into the studio early, I’m glad no one is here yet. I need the extra training since I fucked up before. Even though I’m still feeling sore, I need to push through it.

My career is important to me, and time is passing too quickly before I can become Prima. My one and only dream since I found out what one was. I’m hoping the early morning will show Claudia how committed I am. I look down at my body in disgust, mentally adding,Maybe if I lose a few pounds too.?

Changing into my outfit, I notice the bite mark on my shoulder is still visible. Fucking Viktor. I pull the straps of my leotard on further, hoping to hide what it is, but the girls walk in the changing room.

Beth, another girl who is currently in the running to get Prima status, stares at my new mark and scrunches up her nose. I narrow my eyes at her, childish I know, and walk out with my head held high. My ears catch the word ‘whore,’ though. Snickers follow me just as the door closes. Damien walks out the opposite changing room just as I do, and his eyes glide down my body. I turn before he can judge me for the bite mark too. I’m going to kill Viktor.

I step up to the barre and begin stretching out my legs. Stay in control.?

“Leg higher, Amaia,” Claudia calls out as she walks closer. I clench my jaw; I fucking would if my vagina wasn’t pounded by a huge cock last night.

I breathe through each movement. Plie, tendue, pirouettes.?

Damien offers to be my partner for the combining leaps. We have partnered up before many times, but he seems to be acting differently today. He has always been so careful, but now his fingers graze across my nipple or his hand a little too close between my legs.?

I can’t imagine how Viktor would feel about this, but also I shouldn’t really care. This is just dancing, as it always has been.?

Once our dance finishes, I back away quickly, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.?

“Do you want to grab dinner after this?” Damien asks with a smile.

I paste on my own fake smile and apologize, “I’ve got plans tonight.” Not many people know, but I have a key to the studio so I can practice in the evenings, many extra hours in fact. Especially now that the shows are over and we have a few weeks’ break. I can’t miss any spare moment of practice.

“What are you doing?” Damien asks, stepping closer to me and placing his palm on my shoulder.

I bite the inside of my cheek, and a slight metallic taste fills my mouth where I’m pressing too hard.

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