I Am Not A Prostitute: Mafia Romance (18+ Only)

Chapter 30

Calla POV:

I woke to throbbing in my head and pain between my legs.

The dawning realization of last night hit me as I slowly sat up in bed.

I was back in the dark depressing room of Sinister Solvact.

I wasn't in Monte Carlo anymore...

How long was I asleep?

Ohmygod does sex make you sleep for painfully long periods of time? Or does sex make you transport to places?

I shook my head.

A clean, white, oversized dress shirt draped over my naked shoulders. I brought my legs to my chest and winced slightly.

He took my virginity. While I was intoxicated.

All I wanted to do was scream, and cry, because I felt so used and so fucking dirty.

Flashbacks of last night flooded my mind, and shame clouded my cheeks as I remembered how badly I had wanted to fuck him. How badly I wanted him.

I couldn't blame him for something that I had brought on myself. If I was attracted to him sober, I was certainly attracted to him drunk.

The door opened and I flinched when I saw Sinister. My face heated up in sudden embarrassment.

He was so fucking attractive, the uncertain rage that I had felt before suddenly faded away when I looked at him.

He looked guilty.

His lips formed into an awkward line, his hands behind his back. His eyes refused to look at me. His dark hair was wet from a shower, he wore his usual fancy dark suit.

"Morning." He said softly.

I bit down on my lips, unsure of how to approach the situation.

"Hi." I mumbled, my eyes grazing the floor.

"Listen, tsvetok. About last night..." (Flower)

I shook my head, my cheeks heating up. Partly because I felt embarrassed, and partly because in just now realizing how incredible sex with Sinister was.

"Don't say anything, sinister. That's why you bought me. I was just doing what you purchased me to do." It was a bitchy thing to say. But what was I supposed to say?
'Thanks for fucking me with your oversized penis, you sex god, it felt fucking great, we should totally do it again soon! Like, now!'

He opened his mouth but closed it, as if for once, he was at a loss for words

I was so pissed at myself, and at Afanas.

That lil asshole.

That motherfucker drugged me.

"Calla, I don't want you to feel like that. You're more than an object."

I glanced up at him, he had put his piercings in. A stud was placed in his right ear, and above his eyebrows.

I flushed at his words, I wasn't sure how to respond.

I wasn't mad, I wasn't thrilled, I was like totally borderline mediocre.

I shrugged, glancing down at the Mafia tattoo on my wrist.

I rubbed it with my index finger, the tattoo reminding me of who I am, and who I belonged to.

"I have a few things to check on, I'll be back soo-"