Dirty Little Secret - Not Edited

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Myla Mendez

"Myla." I heard a faint whisper. I groaned moving my neck side to side and laying back, only to realise there was no pillow behind me but a head. I quickly moved my head back up and tried to turn. But my hands where bound to either side of a wooden chair and my legs where tied down.

"I've already tried moving Myla." Enzo whispered, behind me. "Did you try hard enough?" He let out a long breath. "So stubborn." He muttered, damn I can't wait to hit him.

"If one of us get out they can do the other." I heard Enzo stilfle a laugh. "Not the time to be sexual asshole!" I tried to slip my hand out of the rope that tied me down, but it was no use. "The chairs are tied together Myla."

I sighed and slummed my body. "You know who's fault this is?" I asked. "The flight attendant." Enzo let out an amused chuckle and crained his head to look at me. "How?"

"Maybe, if she would have stopped flirting with you, then she could have focused on her task of not letting us die!" He rolled his eyes, and they immediately shot down to my brests.

"Really, in a time like this you are staring at my tits?" He pulled on the chair, "Enzo, it's no use."

"If we can break this rope, you always keep a blade in your bra right?" I looked down and a smile grew on my face, "Yeah."

"On the count of three pull away from me." I nodded, as he faced the opposite way again.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

We both pulled away from each other as hard as we could, my wrists burned from the rope rubbing off them, my legs ached from the lack of blood flow in them.

"Pull Myla!" I pulled as hard as I could, as did Enzo. "Don't yell at me! I'm pulling!" With one last pull with all the force I had me, Enzo pulled away from me at the same time I did. We both stumbeled trying to walk with our legs still attached to the chairs and out hands.

The rope that was holding the two chairs together was now lying on the floor between us.

"Okay, come here and I'll get the blade." I waddled over to Enzo and sat down. He did the same, swinging on the chair to reach my body. He used his teeth, to pull down my t-shirt at the front. I bit my lip trying to stop my self from letting out a moan as his lips grazed my skin.

"I thought this wasn't the time Myla?" I furrowed my brows and shooshed him gesturing with my head back down to my clevage. "Hurry up." I muttered.

He looked up at me through his deep blue eyes and smirked. He used his teeth to pull down the front of my bra exposing my nipple to him. "Enzo." I warned him, he took his time taking the small blade between his teeth, and tracing it lightly over my breasts and bringing it up to face with me.

He held it to one side of his mouth. "Do you want me to do it or you?" I sighed and moved to his lips. I placed my lips over the other end of the blade, out lips touching for only a second.

As soon as we are out of this shit hole, I need him to fuck me. He's being a fucking tease!

I pulled away, and Enzo let out a groan as his lips formed into a straight line. I prepared myself for the pain I was about to endure before throwing my body back causing the chair to fall to the floor so I was lying on my back.

I bit down on the blade, to contain my groan of pain. Enzo turned his back and moved the chair over so it was above my face. I reached my neck up to one side of his hand and moved my head back and forth breaking the rope.