Page 65 of The Wrong Guy

Iquietly ride back to the apartment I’m sharing with Stavros. I wish I had my phone in order to lose myself in the solitude of doomsday scrolling through applications. I don’t have any extra money, so buying something is out of the question.

We arrived back at the apartment, where I immediately went to the room I had been staying. I’m shocked to see that everything that was presumed mine had left the room. I was about to say something when I stopped myself.

Stavros is a man who gets what he wants, and he wants me. He wants me even though all I have done is cause him problems. I have created the worst mess ever, and I’m sure Stavros is continuing the façade to appease his father and make a point.

I numbly walk through the apartment to his room where I see Shelly moving my clothes into the dresser and the closet. “Good afternoon. I hope you are feeling okay,” she greets me with very little emotion.

Truth be told, I’m feeling stupid after not trusting what she had to say earlier. If I had just stayed home, would any of this happened? Would I have found out the truth regarding Stavros and my brother?

My brother isn’t the type who does things like this. He wouldn’t have joined the mafia without serious thought so something must have happened. What could have happened to make him side with the mafia?

“Good afternoon,” I mumble ashamedly.

She looks up from what she is doing to see me standing there awkwardly. “Honey, what happened?”

Tears start to flow down my face unchecked, and I let them. I can’t believe how much of a crybaby I have become.

“Everything is so messed up,” I whisper, trying to get control on my emotions. “I’m so sorry I didn’t listen.”

Shelly’s arms wrap around me tightly to help me work through my feelings. “This is a hard life you’re about to get into. You need to know that my boy cares a lot about you and will do anything for you.”

I nod against her shoulder. “I know.”

She pats me and leaves the room. “Be careful with my boy. He’s a great guy.”

I get dressed in what I hope is a lovely dress and throw on some makeup. There is a knock on the door when I put on my shoes. “Yes?”

“Are you ready?”

I look carefully at my long brown hair, which is down around my shoulders, and the bruises on my face are getting darker after this afternoon. I don’t think I would ever be ready for this.

“Yes,” I reply.

Stavros enters the bathroom and places his hands on my hips. He lightly gathers all of my hair to push it to the side. With my neck exposed to his kisses, he kisses the column of my neck until I’m squirmy under his touch. His hand which has my hair wrapped in it, lightly tugs my head further to the side and then uncurls his fingers from my hair.

His hand moves over to the front of my neck to grip the sensitive flesh in his fingers. His hand spreads across my neck, and I gasp at how good it feels. I have never been manhandled this way before and I love it.

“You’re mine,” he growls before biting the pulse in my neck.

Oh god! He can have whatever he wants from me.

“Yes,” I hiss.

“I’m going to take you very fast right now, and I will make it up later today,” he instructs.

I don’t give a rat’s ass what he does as long as his hands are on me and making me come as quickly and as hard as only he can.

He lifts the skirt of my dress up to the thighs before leaning me over the dresser in the closet. I’m resting myself on the dresser and hear the tell-tale sign of his zipper being pulled down. He is lining himself up to me, and then he’s thrusting himself inside of me.

His hands grab my hips to help tether himself to me over and over again.

It’s hard. It’s dirty. It’s amazing.

I feel the pressure growing from inside me just as my orgasm forms and then threatens to implode. Stavros’s fingers reach around to my sex to gather our arousal and then coat my other entrance. Out of the amount of times he’s played with me there, I’m surprised it took him this long to do anything about it.

His finger pushes inside causing me to flutter throughout my whole body. I feel my arousal heat throughout my lower region. His finger pushes through all the muscles until it starts feeling good. He’s absolutely amazing.

“Baby, I’m going to take your ass now.”

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