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❝𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. ❞
Renata Vartanov had been through hell. Sold to a brothel and thrusted into prostitution at thirteen along with her then toddler...
To make matters worse, I 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 it. Enjoyed it, even.
Kissing him was the last thing on my mind when I'd initially gone to his office.
I wanted to thank him, politely refuse the gifts on the account of the amount, and ask how Zefer was doing.
Instead, I'd unexpectedly spent time with him, joked with him, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 fucking kissed him.
It was sudden, unanticipated, hungry...for the both of us.
Up till now, I didn't know I harboured any sexual intentions toward him. I mean, I obviously found him attractive, who wouldn't?
Striking pale brown eyes that held intrigue and mystery in them, tanned skin laced with sexy tattoos. Muscled arms and shoulders that complimented a godly build, sharp cheekbones, perfect bone structure and beautiful full lips that tasted better than they looked.
With his god-like appearance, he probably had women tripping over themselves to get to him.
When his lips touched mine I'd expected reflex to take over and push him away, like I did with every other man at the brothel before they forcefully had their way.
It did, but not in the way I'd expected. My body instantly reacted to his. Needy, instead of defensive. It felt like my body was no longer mine as my arms wrapped around his neck and my body tilted to the side to give him more access over it.
He tasted like cinnamon, cigarettes, and senseless craving.
His warm scent of cedar wood and rainfall rushed through my system, making me forget the wrong and just focus on what felt 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.
His lips, his tongue, his 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚.
It left me breathless, shamelessly wanting more even though I'd practically ran out of his office.
I felt a dampness between my legs as heat surged through my body, settling in my pussy. It ached for more than just his lips.
My eyes widened in alarm, causing me to groan and slump on my bed, rubbing the heel of my palms against my eyes.
What was I doing?
For years I'd hated the touch of men, cursed myself and them whenever I'd had to give my body to a stranger.
But here I was thinking about a kiss that probably meant nothing to him and getting excited by it.
𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. A sudden voice in my head insisted.
I 𝙬𝙖𝙨 nothing more than a whore. I was in a different country, in a different 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, but my past experiences and present regrets clung to me like an anchor, wanting to drown me in the depths of never ending despair.
I buried my face in my knees before I forced myself up.
I couldn't sulk 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 today.
I'd been sulking since I got here, I needed a fucking break from my own drama.
I pushed myself away from the bed and walked toward my vanity table, sitting down and pulling the laptop close to me.
I ran my fingers over the MacBook and its apple logo. The laptop was, as expected, cold. The surface was new and smooth, and it was being charged at the moment.
Cata had plugged it in after she'd told me where to find Vincenzo.
I opened it up, greeted with unexpected warmth from the inside as the screen came to life.
It somehow reminded me of its gifter. A cold imposing figure on the outside. But like this laptop, he also could have some unexpected warmth that was yet to emerge. I'd already caught glimpses of it, maybe with time (and hopefully luck) I would see more going forward.
I didn't know why I cared about that, but I just 𝙙𝙞𝙙.
I sucked in a breath as I opened the notes app. I was planning to start a story.
One about me, my past, and 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.
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