Chapter 16 Chapter Sixteen
Kamari's POV.
I didn't think I was still hurt by the word “Slut” until I heard it today.
The memories from the orphanage flooded my mind from just one word. The popular bully was known for making mature girls do things they usually wouldn't do.
I obeyed his rules, ran several errands for him, all because I never wanted to be on his bad side but that very night, he still came for me.
He dragged me into the store room and I begged him to let me go but my pleas fell on deaf ears. He snagged his hand around my neck, threatening to kill me if I didn't do what he wanted.
He made me suck him off, made me moan to him fingering even though it felt like he was stabbing me.
And at some point, I gave up fighting.
When he was done with me, he called me a slut–claiming I didn't even try to stop him because I enjoyed it.
That word never left my mind and it was a constant reminder of how I was objectified by not only the bully but even by my late husband. He'd always fuck me from behind, spanking me violently and calling me a slut.
My late husband thought he was good in bed but all he ever made me feel was disgust after he finished.
I grew hatred for the word, and I didn't realize how much I hated it until I heard it from Luciano.
I dropped myself onto my bed, pulling the sheets over me as I tried to force myself into slumber.
But all my efforts to sleep probably bed futile. All I could think of was Luciano's veiny, rigid cock in my mouth.
It did feel good to suck him off, I felt proud that my blowjob had an effect on him and he'd even cummed.
But everytime I recalled him calling me a good slut, a pang of sadness pumped through my heart, making me regret it right after.
I tossed and turned on the bed, hoping that the flashbacks would eventually come to an end and I'd finally be able to sleep.
Minutes dragged into hours–I could tell thanks to the clock ticking above my bed.
When I closed my eyes to give sleep one more try, the door to my room suddenly opened.
I froze in bed, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep while holding my breath.
But whoever it was came closer.
And then a familiar musky scent filled the room, telling me who it was.
Luciano.
“I knew you are awake Kamari,” his deep voice boomed through the walls of my room, making my heart skip a beat.
I turned to my left side, my eyes darting towards the tall figure staring at me.
When our eyes met, he parted his lips almost like he wakted to say something. But then he turned around and left.
Before he got to the door, he glanced over his shoulders, “You're no longer sleeping in my room?”
My jaws clenched as I heard the questions but then I released my jaw with a sigh. I sat myself up, pushing the sheets off my body as I stepped out of the bed.
I followed him even though a part of me wanted to stay behind. But I'd already started with a part of my plan–to seduce him. I couldn't just leave it halfway.
Escaping was really important for me and if I kept giving in to his orders, acting like the submissive girl,.he was sure to develop a soft spot for me for sure.
And that was when I'd escape.
When we arrived at his room, he gestured for me to take the bed first, and I did.
Compared to my own bed, his bed was wider and the sheet were thicker which made sense as the air conditioner in the room was blowing in a crazy amount of air.
I shivered slowly even as the sheets were over my body and Luciano quickly turned it off.
“I'm so sorry. I'm used to having it on,” He quickly apologized, making my brows furrow.
Since when did his tone suddenly become soft? I mean, who knew he had it in him to act this concerned?
As if on cue, the memory of him putting a gun to my head came to mind and I ignored his current act.
This was probably just pretense.
Evil men like him were capable of pretense so it shouldn't be surprising.
He soon walked around me and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of him joining me in bed, yet I was too stiff to check.
However when I heard a door in the room snap shut, I realized he wasn't joining me. The sounds of water dropping to the floor filled the room, making me heave a sigh of relief.
I resumed turning, as my body searched for a comfortable spot in his bed. I kept at it until the bathroom door opened and I happened to be on the side where I could see him come out.
His wet hair clung to his forehead in shiny lines, water dripped off his nose and jaws, giving him a dreamy look. His muscle body was glistening with beads of water as well and the V of his waist disappeared into the towel he was wearing.
When my eyes dropped to the small swell of his length,I swallowed hard.
Goddamnit, why couldn't I take my eyes off him?
And why the hell was he so handsome too?
“Like what you see huh?” His voice snapped me out of the mini daze and I blinked back, biting hard on my lips as I didn't know what to say.
“Flirt back,” my inner voice suggested and I quickly smiled.
“Yes, I think I'll like it even better when your towel is off,” I muttered.
He smirked, his hands reaching for the towel but then he stopped and started rubbing himself, making my core twitch with need.
“On second thought, I think my towel stays,” He mused.
I slowly got off the bed, my hand propped on my hips, boosting my confidence.
“If you take your towel off, I'll show you these,” I rasped, circling my hands under my boobs.
He looked flustered but immediately moved on to acting like he was unaffected as he walked towards me.
“I've seen lots of boobs. I'll pass,” He said.
“Well, have you fucked any boobs? You know the kind where your cock is pressed tightly against my boobs.” I muttered, hoping my dirty talk got to him.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks, examining my features and then he grabbed my neck, pressing his lips against mine.