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Chapter 41 | On his lap

Omg updated 4 days earlier!

That deserves a praise (im a good girl too ya know) and a vote.

I mean I didn't made those rules that's just how it is...

Enjoy
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The skin down the right side of my neck to shoulder and collar bone is covered with dark purple and blue hickeys, aching with slight pain whenever I lift my right arm. At least the hickeys are not really high so I can cover the marks with buttoning my shirt all the way up. It's strange that the marks don't really bother me, I found myself checking them out in the mirror this morning, feeling almost proud that he marked me as his.

I know these thoughts are wrong, but lately I don't really seem to care. How can something that I used to hate feel good now? How can something that is supposed to be so wrong feel so right?

Hm, do you think he would be proud if I showed him I didn't try to cover them with fundation like the last time? Would he called me good girl and praised me? Perhaps petted my head? I'd like that.

Would you concentrate Cali???

Ehm, back to what I was saying... the marks are for my eyes only. Well... and perhaps his eyes, not gonna lie, but they sure as hell aren't for Ana or someone else. I'm not a good liar, actually I'm terrible so I don't need anyone to see them and ask me questions.

I feel nervous walking to his office, well on the other hand, I always am. I was summoned in the middle of my shift and two guards escorted me to the top floor.

But, honestly speaking, I am more nervous than usually. Our last aquantance didn't really have a good end; he threw me out of his bedroom after I asked him about the scars. Ugh, did I really have to do that? The moment we shared was so nice... I'm still getting butterflies whenever I think about how we kissed.

Yes, you heard it right - I'm getting butterflies. I've never gotten butterflies before, what the hell? I used to think that they weren't even real, but were just a made up story for books and poems.

But then I screwed up everything and ran out as fast as my legs could manage.

I just couldn't stop myself, I was so sad at the sight of all those scars, I felt so sorry for him and for the burden he carries. I just wanted him to share his pain, I wanted to help.

Taking a last deep breath to ready myself I slowly push on the knob, entering his office. I just hope he's not mad anymore and won't want to carry on with his punishements.

My eyes curiously sweep through his office only to find him sitting down on his black leather sofa, holding a book in his hands. The sleeves of his black dress shirt are rolled up to his elbows revealing his veiny, tattooed hands.

Uh, he has nice arms. I like a pair of good arms. They are so big and muscular. They will protect me, right?

Or they'll ruin me..

"Y-you summoned me?" I ask nervously, bowing my head slightly as his attention moves from the book in his hands right at me.

Soon I hear his deep voice cutting through the silence. "Come here" he commands coldy.

I don't hesitate and carefully scoot myself closer to the sofa, my look moving up I see him parting his bulky legs, leaning against the backrest whilst flexing his muscular shoulders and clentching his hard jaw. Ooh he looks good, I like when men sit like that, it's so hot.

I stop right in front of his parted knees, gulping down my saliva from nervousness.

Weak squeak leaves my mouth as his arm wraps around my waist, pushing me down on his lap so I straddle his big body. My palms automatically spread and press on his wide chest, but before I could get the chance to utter out words his hand takes a fistfull of my open curls, yanking them back in a painfull grip, making me whimper. "D-Dimitri-" I lose my sense, trying to stop him, but soon his voice outlouds mine.