Amaya moaned into the kiss with her eyes closed it must be the effect of the alcohol because she would have pushed him off if she was sober.
Kristen wanted to go rough on her, he derives no pleasure in sleeping with a drunken lady anyway but his revenge on Kross is making him do this.
He wants to be done with everything as soon as possible but this lady beneath him is not much of a good kisser. However, he wants to devour every part of her mouth, her mouth tastes like alcohol and he loves that.
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After an hour
Amaya was trying to keep her eyes open but it was not easy as her body felt weak.
"Go to sleep," Kristen found himself whispering and she let her eyes close immediately.
He chuckled at how obedient she was, he rested for a while before getting out of bed and into the bathroom.
He walked out a few minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscular body was now visible.
His wet hair decorated his forehead while the water followed him as he moved closer to the wardrobe, it was his room in the bar so some of his clothes were there.
He changed into a casual shirt and black jeans with a leather jacket on top. He grabbed his phone and face mask, he stared at Amaya for a few minutes before leaving the room.
Flynn was waiting downstairs, the plan was to return her to Kross once he was done but something had changed.
"Let her sleep," Kristen ordered and Flynn bowed respectfully while he walked away.
Flynn stared at the stairs for a few more minutes before walking away too, in the room was Amaya wrapping herself in a duvet with her eyes still closed.
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"Humm," Amaya moaned stretching herself on the bed, she pushed the duvet to her lower body cold morning breeze came in contact with her boobs.
She took her time to study her surroundings, the room was spelling wealth.
'Is this a dream? If it is I don't want to wake up, I just want to start here,' She thought with a smile, she turned to the other side and her eyes met with the ray of the sun.
"Beautiful," she smiled sitting up.
"Why do I feel good?" She stared at her body to realize she was naked.
How? Why? She was starting to question no one when she remembered it was a dream.
"It feels too real to be just a dream," she muttered and got out of bed, she scanned the floor which held her clothes.
Everything was lying on the floor. Why and How? Was the first question that occupied her mind.
"This is not a dream, it is not," She muttered holding a handful of her hair.
"It is real, why am I...." Her lips were slightly parted as she recalled everything that had happened.
"Oh, no," a low gasp left her mouth accompanied by her widened eyes
And just as she bent to pick it up the door was opened
Just as she bent to pick it up the door was opened.
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Standing outside a few minutes ago was Flynn waiting for Amaya to wake up, Kris is bound to call any moment from now.
He tapped his feet impatiently on the floor, he did not want to get caught. Bringing Amaya to a bar was not part of the plan is had with Kross, it was simply to watch her get his necklace back.
"It is almost time," he checked his silver wristwatch and rushed upstairs, not bothering to knock he dashed into the room.
Just as Amaya bent to pick up her clothes the door was opened and her eyes met with Flynn.
"Aha!!" Amaya's horrified voice filled the room while Flynn stood still, his hand was glued to the doorknob while his eye was fixed on Amaya's face which held different emotions.
"Sorry!" Flynn muttered and quickly closed the door.
"Gosh!" Amaya quickly picked up her clothes before rushing into the bathroom, she got dressed and stepped back into the room.
It is going to be fucking awkward facing Flynn after seeing his nakedness, she did not fail to notice the pain between her thigh as she paces around the room.
As she continued pacing her eyes caught the stain of blood on the bed and tears formed in her eyes.
She lost her boyfriend, freedom, and virginity all in a day. Why the heck is her life a mess? Just what has she done wrong to deserve the pain?
Still lost in thought a knock landed on the door and a hesitant voice followed.
"Can you please step out, boss Kris wants his necklace."
"The Necklace!" Amaya gasped.
She was supposed to look for a necklace but she got laid, her hand grabbed her hair and she dragged it to her face.
"Can't I just disappear?" She wished with her hair all over her face making her seem possessed at the moment.
"Amaya, are you in there?" The room was as silent as a graveyard so it is normal for him to get curious.
"Yeah, I'll be right there," her response was short.
The door was opened shortly after she stepped and Flynn led the way immediately, he could not wait to have a conversation with her.
Soon they were in the car and all Amaya could think of was the life that awaited her once she stepped out of the car.
She already lost her heart, yeah the guy she gave her heart to. The moment she lost him she lost her heart too, her virginity which was her pride was gone too.
What more can she lose? Life has chosen to be cruel to her.
She hit her head on the window a couple of times, Flynn simply had his gaze fixed on the road. What happens to her after this is none of his business.
His job is done but part of him still feels sorry for her, she has been through enough yet it was just the tip of the iceberg.
"Umm... what will happen to me?" Amaya found herself asking out loud, she was simply going to rehearse it but her mouth was faster.
Flynn was clueless about what to say, is he supposed to tell her the truth?
"Am I going to become a sex slave?" Her voice broke in tears. One of the brothers took her virginity only God knows what her fate will be in the hands of the other two.
Flynn was mute throughout the ride, he was in no position to talk.
Amaya wanted to cry but tears refused to fall.