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Chapter Seven

Warning: this chapter contains sexual abuse and violence
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I woke up on Cench's bare chest, my legs wrapped around his waist. His addicting scent filled my lungs, I could still remember it from the first day we had met.

Slowly waking him up by placing kisses along his shoulders, I got up and headed for the shower. When I looked back at him one last time before entering the bathroom, he was already staring at me with a bright smile on his face.

As I went into the shower, I grabbed my phone and called Casey. I had to tell her about this, she knew everything about me. "Come on Casey, pick up already," I quietly groaned into the phone.

"Girl it's literally three in the morning," she moaned as soon as she picked up the phone. "I'm still in America, forgot?"

"You won't believe what happened last night," I said as I turned on the shower head so Cench wouldn't hear me.

"Don't tell me you got railed by some sex-maniac again." I sighed, rolling my eyes at what she had just said.

"No.. well.. yes, I got railed but I don't do those vacation fucks anymore. This one is special," I said, thinking about the last time I went on vacation in Italy to get railed by some dominant who knew what he was doing.

I had been young, and in need, but for the sake of our reputation, I couldn't live out my fantasies in America. So I had decided to go to different countries, where no one knew me. On my last vacation, before getting with Enzo, I had gone to Italy. The man was hot and he gave me exactly what I wanted, but he had soon turned out to be a mafia member. His name was Alejandro Salvatore or something, a guy that wouldn't let me leave. But with a hell load of lies, I had gotten myself out of that shit.

"That's what you always say. Listen, I don't want to ruin things for you, but you just had a breakup. Maybe you should take it a little slower."

I hummed in response, not taking her advice seriously. She was always warning me about something and honestly, not listening to her advice and taking risks was exciting me. Each and every time.

"I still feel bad for the guy from Spain," she laughed. "You remember how he fell in love with you and then you just dumped him a week later?"

"Yeah..," I sighed, rolling my eyes. "But it's his own fault like, why are you in love with me?"

We both laughed, not caring if Cench could hear us or not. But Cench wasn't like these other guys to me. I felt different for him.

"Alright girl call me when you dump him," she laughed.

"Bye," I laughed back, hanging up the phone.

As I moved my hands through my wet hair to rinse off the shampoo, Cench softly knocked on the door. "Can I come in?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said as I softly smiled in excitement.

I felt his warmth behind me as he stepped into the shower. He moved my hair away from my back, placing kisses all over it. There were no words needed, we both knew what we wanted.

"Fuck," I softly moaned as I threw my head back on his shoulder to give him more access to my neck.

Starting at my shoulders, he placed kisses all over my neck. When he finally reached my jaw, I turned around, softly touching his lips with mine.

"You're truly addicting, darling," he whispered into my mouth, giving me goosebumps all over my body.

The water still running over us, he moved his knuckles over my back.