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Chapter 8 • Pornstar •

Chills ran down my spine as I opened the fridge door. "Ugh!" I groaned. All I wanted was food, leftovers even. But, no. The only thing in this fridge were either vegetables or was food I needed to cook.

So, I searched through the cupboards and pantries. I couldn't find anything to munch on. The only way I could was If I cooked. I slumped down to the floor, my energy drained. Gosh, I felt like crying.

Pushing myself back onto my feet, I walk back towards the room. I opened the door to the room. "Hello?" I questioned. I walked further into the room. There seemed to be nobody here.

"Woah!" I gasped as wind came splashing against me, making me shiver. I glanced towards the wind came from to find an open window.

I walked towards it's as the wind continued to blow even stronger. I glanced outside to only to be enchanted by the gorgeous view. The tall dark green trees under the grey clouds as far as the eye could see and at the moment I felt completely free. The wind blew against me, my hair flowing with it. My body felt cold against it and I loved every bit of it.

Then it all went away. The feeling of freedom just vanished as the the events of the past few days came running through my mind.

Breaking a sigh, I my arm reached for the window. And with that movement the fabric of my silk torn pajamas rubbed against my nipple giving it a slight burn. Glancing down to my chest, I bit on my lip as I resisted the temptation to pull down on it.

God! When was the last time I had an orgasm.

I changed my view to the camera in the corner. Knowing that I was being watched thickened the atmosphere around the room and made even more hornier.

"Don't do it." I told myself but the need to touch myself grew stronger with ever passing second.

My hand slowly reached towards my chest, going underneath the shirt. My breathing got heavier as my fingertips grazed over my right nipple before giving it a squeeze. I bit down hard on my lip as a moan forced to escaped. My fingers rolled over it as I released a breath.

Then I realized, Why the fuck I'm a trying to be quiet if they can already see me?

My other hand massage my left boob through the shirt while I gave my right a hard pull, my head falling back right after as I released a throaty moan. My heart pounded against my chest, showing just how desperate I was for am orgasm as my hands left my breast and started trailing down my body, giving myself a little tease.

I licked my lips as my fingers rubbed the outside of my crotch before going inside my trousers. I trailed circles against my slit moaning loudly as I felt my fingers wrapped around my warm juice.  My breathing hitched at my throat as I rubbed down on my clit.

I rubbed a little faster as my moans filled the room. Honestly, at this point all I wanted to do was yank these shorts off and I was just about to but I stopped. I stopped everything so close to an orgasm when I realized something.

He was right behind me breathing down hard against my neck. How did I know it was him? Because of his cologne. It was fresh and manly, a little bit of mint in the mix, but what over powered it all was the smell marijuana. It was intoxicating and definitely not easy to forget.

"Why did you stop? You seem to be enjoying yourself." His gruff voice spoke into my ear before I whipped around, giving some distance. His eyes dark green eyes stared at me, making me gulp. "They didn't tell me my fiance liked pleasing men in such ways." He spoke glancing towards the camera.

"I-" he interrupted me before I could say anything.

"Now half of the people here have seen their Don's future wife masturbate." His voice stay calm but his eyes told a completely different story. It scared the shit out of me.

You know, at that moment I should have kept quiet and just prayed that he would walk away, but no. "Well, I hope they enjoyed the show."

He gave a bitter laugh before walking up to me, living no distance between us. I tilted my head to look up at him with a smirk, my confidence now on all high. He immediately wiped it all away as my head landed hard against the window pane.

The taste of blood filled my mouth as my head bounced back, knocking my off my balance.

He kneeled down in front of me. "That confidence is going to get you into trouble, little girl." Next, he stood up and started walking.

Fuck no

I pulled myself up, glancing at his figure as he took relaxed steps towards the exit. I wiped away the blood that dripped down my chin, a scowl inked on my face before I grabbed the vase on the shelf next to me.

My steps were quite and slow, but so we're his. And now, I was right behind you and he didn't even know as I followed his every step, my vase held in the air.

But before I could plunge it against his head, ever thing went black and the last thing I remember was the vase breaking right next to me as I dropped to the floor.