“Anastasia. Who are you?” I asked.The way my heartbeat seemed to accelerate did not go unnoticed. It might’ve been because as my eyes searched his, I couldn’t see anything but emptiness and lust.“Mr. Romano. Now,” he paused, searching my eyes for some response. Fear flooded my body as he stated his name, and I was sure he could see it. “Open your legs.”My breathing quickened, and I didn’t know whether to defy him or not. “I’m not a prostitute. I just dance, okay?”He licked his lips again with a smirk that never faltered. Slowly, he lowered me onto the couch. My bareback hit the cushioned seats as my wet pussy never broke contact with the middle of his slacks.“I just want to welcome you, Anastasia,” he said, burying his face into the crook of my neck. My eyes shut at the sensations I was feeling. He was unintentionally grinding into me and everything just felt so right.“You welcome everyone this way?” I whispered. He chuckled slightly, his lips lightly grazing my neck.“Just you.
I bit down on my lip before looking around in search of Mr. Romano. He was nowhere to be seen. It was almost as if after our little heated session, he had disappeared.“If I tell you, you have to promise not to judge me,” I tell her.Her eyebrows were still raised as she awaited my answer. I grabbed onto her arm and took her somewhere more private.“You know Mr. Romano, right?” I asked.Her entire face dropped as she nodded her head slowly. “The man I told you to keep away from because he lives a very dangerous lifestyle?”“Yes,” I drawled out guiltily.“Gosh, Anastasia! What did you do?” she questioned.My shoulders dropped in defeat. I hated that I let him do what he did, but I didn’t hate how pleased he made me feel. It made my body ache for more, but I knew that I couldn’t let that happen.“I didn’t know who he was at first. When he asked for a private dance, I was going to let him down. Then, he offered me ten thousand dollars so I said yes because I really need the money,” I exp
ANASTASIA“Today marks two months and she’s only been progressing, Ms. Smith,” Dr. Flores started with a smile gracing his features. I couldn’t help but cheer in happiness as I ran over to hug my sister. Her color was already returning, she was no longer as pale as before.“Does this mean she can come home soon?” I questioned.His smile dropped slightly as he shook his head. “Aria is progressing, but we still have to keep her close in order to monitor her. If things keep going how they are and if the chemotherapy continues to destroy more cancer cells, I believe she can go home within the next week or two,” he responded.It wasn’t as good of news as I had anticipated, but it was better than what could’ve been said.“Hey, you’re in the middle of the toughest battle, Aria. You just have to keep fighting so you can win in the end,” he muttered before giving Aria a small smile. She nodded her head slowly as she puckered her lips off to the side.“You got this,” I told her.The doctor gaze
She sobbed as she cut another chunk. I could only watch in horror as she did it again. Every time the scissors snipped, her sobs grew louder.After one last cut, she finally stopped. Her body stilled, but her weeping grew. Aria threw her hands up in her hair as her shoulders rocked to match the music of her sadness. I hurriedly wrapped my arms around my little sister, trying to protect her from her own pain. Aria responded by allowing me to hug her and keep her protected like I always swore to do. If that meant I had to protect her from the very disease killing her, then I would.When her crying died down, I rubbed her back soothingly. “Are you okay?”She sniffled. “I’m fine.”“Good. Now, let’s get this head as smooth as a newborn baby,” I joked. Aria cracked a smile before a snort climbed out of her throat. After kissing the top of her head, I called in a nurse, who helped me cut off the rest of Aria’s hair before we used hair clippers to really get it short. Once we finished, I watc
I placed clothes and shoes into my bag. Irritation was clear in my expression. I was angrier with myself; I should have known she would do something so selfish. I needed to learn to be more careful with what I left in my mother’s care.Grabbing my phone, I sent a quick text to Aria, informing her that I would be heading off to work.The stare of my mother’s eyes, burning at me from the entrance of my bedroom didn’t go unnoticed.“Don’t you ever ask me for a penny of my money! You should be ashamed of yourself! You sold all of the things I bought for your very sick daughter,” I snapped, my eyes never going to meet her.“I didn’t do that! Anastasia, baby, you know I would never,” she lied, walking toward me. I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the room. Nothing will ever make up for the wrongs she had done.Just before I walked out of the house, I snatched off the necklace she had gotten me many years ago, it was a locket of me and a woman I once loved to call my mother.Gripping her ha
“Many have considered me to be cruel and heartless, yet my friend here…” he began before beckoning for one of the suited men to stand. The man quickly stood up on wobbly feet while fixing his suit in the process. “…is getting married. His wedding ceremony will not only be paid for by me, his friend, but he says that I get to invite the people of my choosing as well. Isn’t that right, Marco?” he asked.I could hear the evil intent in his voice. It was enough to make my eyes narrow in suspicion as I saw Marco visibly gulp. I felt bad for him, and I wasn’t even sure why yet.“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” he sputtered out quickly before sitting down next to a woman, his fiancée. She immediately wrapped her hand around his arm as she gazed at Mr. Romano with fear-laced eyes.All of a sudden, Mr. Romano’s hand found the outside of my panties and he brushed against my core. I immediately grabbed his arm to halt his actions, and thankfully he did stop. However, he didn’t pull his hand away.“Ne
“Do you want to be?” he asked. I grabbed his hands on my waist before dropping them to his sides. Getting off his lap, I turned around. The moment I did, he pushed me down so my chest lay on top of the table while his hands moved down to my bottom.“I was kidding. Why don’t you let me joke?” he asked, pressing his hard-on against me. I bit down on my lip as I could feel every inch of him upon me. All I could hope for was that he wouldn’t lift up my skirt to see how wet he made me.My mind was too busy with an internal battle, so I didn’t pay much attention to his hand trailing underneath my skirt. Instinctively, I pushed closer against him, leaving his hand that was once underneath my skirt to come crawling up to my neck.“What do you want from me, Mr. Romano?” I seethed. His hand wandered down from my neck to my waist, where he pulled up the tight fabric of my crop top. The feel of his skin against mine only built the sensations deep within. My eyes shut momentarily at the thought of
His hand latched onto my waist where he squeezed me. While his one hand held onto my waist, his other one was still gently pulling my hair to keep me in place. Despite the fact that I just had an orgasm, he was making me feel turned on once again. Every time he sucked against my skin, I felt a jolt go directly to my core.Seeing as he held on to my hair, I ran my fingers through his. I never would’ve guessed his hair would feel so silky and thick. When I grabbed a handful and tugged it gently, he let out a small groan against my neck. It was the sexiest noise I had ever heard. He pressed me closer against his erection and just like I had done before, I began to grind against him.After much time, he pulled away from my neck. I just knew that it looked bad based on the smirk he wore on his face as he stared at it. “Every time you strip, I just want those little boys to know that you belong to me, no?”“I don’t belong to you,” I said before quickly getting out of his grip. I bent over a