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-"

"Can I come?" I interrupted.

He raised a pierced brown.

"Can I come with you?"

He straightened out his jacket and ran his fingers through his hair. He shook his head.

"I don't think that's such a good idea. It's no place for you, flower."

"Please?" I asked.

He sighed, "fuck. Fine. Just, don't touch anything."

I hopped of bed and winced at the throbbing pain between my legs.

"Your dick is huge." I growled.

I saw a small amused smile cross his lips, "I know."

I walked into the bathroom and dressed in a white lace crop top and grey sweat shorts.

I ran my fingers through my hair and slipped on a pair of plain white sneakers.

I ran back to Sinister, the Devils eyes grazed my outfit and nodded slightly in approval.

"How's Alexis?" I grinned.

His stone face scowled at me, "shut the fuck up."

I pouted, and then suddenly...the realization dawned on me.

"Your dick was inside of her."

Sinister stopped walking, an eyebrow raised, "good job, suka, you know how sex works."

"Your dick was also inside of me" I deadpanned.

He shook his head and kept walking down the hall, his pace was furious.

I ran after him, "STDS Sinister!!! I don't want to be infected with whatever that cunt fuck has."

"Yebat'. Fuck. Just shut up, I used a condom."

I shook my head, "that's still fucking gross. I don't want Alexis juice in me!"

"She doesn't have an STD, suka. I make sure she gets checked once a month."

"You fuck her that often? Her vagina must be like play dough." I was lowkey jealous that she got dicked down that many times by sinister.

Of course I would never admit that.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to match his pace, "shut up, I'm so close to bringing you back to your room."

"So we can fuck?"

Maybe that wasn't the best thing to say. I couldn't help it, the space between my legs throbbed for more.

this made him stop walking completely. His iced eyes looked at me seriously, he held both my wrists in his hands.

"What was that?" He growled.

Should I be concerned that the whole 'bad boy pinning my arms' was a huge turn on?

"Flower, do you want me to fuck you again?"

My legs felt weakkkkk.

My mouth was dry, I was unable to speak, unable to reply his words..

He released my arms and held my waist tight in his arms.

I felt his errection through his suit pants and my body flushed against him.

I was soaking wet.

I arched my back, "I-It felt good, well, most of it. I-I want to do it again."

He growled into my neck, his hands cupping my ass.

He glanced down at his watch, and cursed silently.

"I, fuck, I have to get down to the warehouses. I'm already late."

I pouted, refusing to take no as an answer, I turned around and grinded my ass into his cock.

Slutty, I know. But hey, I'm a prostitute, aren't I?

I felt his hot breath in my ear as he pulled me impossibly close. His hands hot against my stomach.

I licked my bottom lip, wanting him to be inside me.

"Fuck it." He growled.

I suddenly felt myself being lifted up, he threw me over his shoulder as he practically ran down the hall.

His hand gripped my ass as we flew into his boyish room.

I felt the rush of cold air as Sinister threw me on the bed, my breath escaped me as I sank into his dark comforter.

His lips were on me, his touches hot and searing against my flesh.

His lips pressed harshly into mine, marking me, staining me with the taste of him.

I moaned as his lips kissed their way across my collar bone and along the sweet crook in my neck. He bit at my lips, and my hands dug into his hair, grabbing on for dear life.

He definitely had experience kissing girls, his lips were perfectly in sync with mine, his tongue hot inside my mouth.

His kiss lowered, his hands pawed and ripped at my shirt until it came undone completely, the thin fabric ripped easily under his lean muscular build.

His mouth covered my breasts, his hands exploring my body.

His muscular arms pulled my shorts down, one hand cupping my ass, as the other skillfully began teasing my aching cunt.

I moaned, his touch seared through me, I wanted him, I needed him.

My body burned and ached for him, I felt the heat of desire in my flesh, it consumed me as I whimpered, needing him inside of me.

I lay sprawled in front of him, completely naked, completely vulnerable.

desire pooled through me as I tugged off his shirt, he chuckled softly, his rough calloused hand caressed my cheek.

"Impatient, aren't you?"

"Please." I moaned, my body burned for him.

He carefully pushed me back onto the bed, and pressed a hot kiss to my lips, and then my neck.

His kisses lowered, until his magical mouth hovered right above my swollen cunt.

Just as he was about to extinguish the fire inside of me, the door flew open.

I screamed as a grinning Afanas walked in.

His dark hair was tousled, dark rings clung under his eyes, but he still grinned.

"Fuck, little girl. You're fine as hell." 

Sinister grabbed a blanket and covered me with it.

"It's okay Sin" Afanas winked "nothing I haven't seen before."

My cheeks went hot, I pulled the blanket over my body, as I flushed with embarrassment.

"What the fuck do you want, Afanas?"

He grinned, "oh, right. We need you in the warehouses, like, now."

Afanas's voice was urgent, his playful smile didn't quite reach his ink eyes.

Afanas whispered something quietly in Sinisters ear.

Sinister glanced at me, his eyes were apologetic as he stood and began getting dressed.

Is he actually leaving me?

My eyebrows furrowed together, my stomach dropped in sadness as I watched sinister dress.

"When will you be back?" I asked, clutching the blanket to cover my naked body.

But Sinister didn't respond, all I got was a salute from Afanas as they slammed the door.

I sat alone in the dark room, the throbbing between my legs remained. That little fuck head didn't even fuck me.

See, I could just sit here like a little obedient prostitute.

But that doesn't seem very fun.

Standing up, I walked to Sinisters drawers and pulled on one of his black shirts, considering he went hulk on my precious top.

Pulling on my shorts I made my way down the hall, determined to find out what these bad little mobsters were up to.