Still frustrated about what happened last night, I take my anger out on the wrong person. “Maybe I don’t want him to let me in. Have you ever thought about that?”
With a laugh, Rocco flops onto my bed. It flashes up images of Dimitri doing the same to me last night, and for some crazy reason, it has my knees almost touching instead of my face screwing up.
What did I tell you? I’m certifiably insane.
“If that were true, you wouldn’t have invited me into your room.” After straying his eyes to the camera perched in the corner of the large space, Rocco asks, “Are you hoping my visit will have him ordering for his car to be turned around? Or are you praying for a re-run of last night?”
My throat grows scratchy. He knows about last night?
Upon spotting my shocked expression, Rocco hits me with a frisky wink before he props himself onto his elbows. “I don’t know exactly what happened, Smith cut the feed…” I smile at the immature roll of his eyes, “… but I got the gist of it when Dimitri arrived at my room late last night with these.”
Mortified heat blazes across my cheeks when he digs a teeny tiny thong out of the pocket of his black trousers. They’re the pair I was wearing yesterday, the pair that were soaked through when Dimitri smeared his cum over my breasts, collarbone, neck, and lips with the same hand he used to stroke himself.
Once my torso was coated with the sticky substance, he tugged off my panties before he demanded me not to move until he returned. I thought he was taking a breather to regather his bearings. I had no clue he went to hand my soiled panties to the man responsible for his blood-thirsty rage.
I attempt to snatch my underwear out of Rocco’s grasp while asking, “Why do you have them?” I say ‘attempt’ as my efforts are fruitless. Rocco is too quick for my weary head. I hardly slept a wink last night. Not only was the smell of Dimitri’s cum keeping my heart rate high, once he returned to our room, his eyes burned a hole into the back of my head the entire night.
I give up on my endeavor to free my underwear from the now insanity of my life when Rocco says, “He used them as a deterrent. Said if I don’t step back, then next time I see your panties, they’ll be smeared with your blood.”
As unease treks through my veins, my throat works hard to swallow. “Then why are you here?” After calculating how many steps it will take to barge him out of my room, I triple it, aware his large frame will require additional shoves. “If you leave now, maybe Dimitri will go easy on me. Tell him you were bringing tampons or something. I’m sure you can make something up on the fly.”
My eyes snap back to Rocco when I spot him shaking his head in the corner of my eye. “I’m not leaving.”
“Why not?” I want to punch myself in the gut for how whiny my voice is. It can’t be helped, I like Rocco. Outside of this dark and demented world, I believe we could be friends, but I’m soon learning you can’t take notions from outside these walls and use them here. This is a different world. Nothing is as it once was. The fact I almost came twice from two highly demoralizing activities is proof of this. “If you don’t go, he will kill me, Rocco. Is that what you want?”
He shoos away my worry as if it’s a fly. “He won’t kill you.”
“You just said he threatened you with panties smeared with my blood!”
I take a step back, horrified when he replies, “Your virginal blood. Not blood blood.”
“What?” One word shouldn’t be so breathy, but when your lungs are void of air, you work with what you have. “Who said I’m a virgin?”
The hits just won’t stop coming. “Your daddy. He used it as a bargaining chip when Dimitri had him brought in. Don’t worry. I worked him over so good, he won’t use it again any time soon.”
“You beat my dad because he used my ‘supposed’ virginity to bargain for his freedom?” Surprise is the last thing I feel when Rocco nods for the second time. If he has the chance of making money from it, nothing is off-limits for my father. “And Dimitri heard him?”
Rocco’s head bob shifts to shake. “Nah, he was getting ready to spank your ass around that time.”
The fact he talks so nonchalantly about certain subject matters should shock me, but for some reason, it doesn’t. “So how does Dimitri know I’m a virgin?”
He rubs his hands together like a kid in a candy shop. “So, you are a virgin?”
“That isn’t what I said.”
His wink makes me hot even when it shouldn’t. “It doesn’t matter what you say. We both know it’s true.” When I fail to deny his accusation, he adds, “And so does, Dimi. He paid your old man a visit last night. Discovered he held off on your sale with the hope he’d fetch top-dollar for your virginity first. There is a heap of dirty old men willing to pay in the six figures to break in a tight cunt for the first time.”
He bombards me with so many facts at once, I don’t know which one to respond to first. I guess I should start at the most important point, although it doesn’t feel like he should have the top rung on my worries. “Is my father alive?”
Rocco halfheartedly shrugs. “Kinda. Might not be if his theories don’t stack up.”
“Theories?” Although I’m asking a question, I don’t wait for him to answer. “You can’t believe anything he says, he’s a pathological liar. He’ll say anything if it helps him.”
“Like saying you’re a virgin?” I shoot him a wry look. It doubles the width of his toothy grin. “He had information about a baby-making ring near your hometown.” His smile is completely obliterated when he mutters, “He told Dimitri the names of the playmakers he met when he tried to sign you up for their service.” I haven’t gotten over my first shock when he hits me with another. “His confession hit Dimi hard. That was too close to home for him to ignore.” After dragging his eyes over my face, he says, “You remind him of his wife.”
I groan before joining him on the bed. “That’s the last thing I want to hear.”
Dimitri spared my life on the belief I could help locate his daughter, but what has his focus been on the past four days? My fucked-up past.
The pain in my chest eases when Rocco barges me with his shoulder. “Not who she was, what she was missing. The spark. The feistiness. The desire so strong, even when you hate him, you’ll still take his dick between your lips.” He laughs when I scoff during the last half of his comment. “Deny it all your like, Princess P, you’ve been walking around the past four days with a doe-eyed look I haven’t seen since a rainy afternoon in an alleyway many months ago.”
After falling backward onto the mattress, I throw an arm over my eyes. “You saw the footage from the alleyway?”
Rocco drags my arm to my side while answering, “Nah. I saw Dimitri’s face when he re-entered the limo.” He boinks my nose. “He had the same doe-eyed look you have now. You fascinate him.” He laughs like I’m an idiot when I roll my eyes about his highly inaccurate statement. “Why do you think he reacted the way he did last night?”
I make a ‘duh’ face. “Because he didn’t want your aftershave embedded in his pillow?”