Chapter 4
Kassandra
I opened my eyes and looked around, my brow furrowing in confusion as I took in my surroundings, figuring out where I was in a fraction of a second.
What the actual fuck?
I was home. In my own bed. The same bed I’d slept in for the past five years.
There was a big problem though. Last I remembered, I was naked, and Markos had fucked me into oblivion. I should be somewhere in his office, or at least locked away in a guest room in his villa. Getting home shouldn’t have been even a remote possibility. I hadn’t gotten in a plane, a car, or a boat.
Greece was a long fucking way from the bustling, noisy city of New York. Almost five thousand miles away in fact. Impossible.
How the hell could I have forgotten how I got here? Had I dreamed the entire thing?
I pushed the quilted covers off of me in a panicked rush and that’s when the achy soreness of my muscles hit me for the very first time. I sucked in a shocked breath, before looking down at myself. Confused, I stared at my body, seeing a white nightgown that I didn’t recognize.
That wasn’t mine.
I always slept in my underwear. It was more comfortable, and I use the air conditioning here in my apartment less because of it. I hadn’t worn pajamas in a long time, not since I was a little girl. Even if I did, I wouldn’t have chosen this Grecian-inspired, floor-length nightgown.
Almost in a haze, I climbed out of bed. My ass stung, both inside and out. My pussy felt used. My nipples were achy, and my throat was sore. I felt like I had been fucked hard and left out to dry.
I swallowed nervously and walked over to the mirror behind my door. I tilted my neck, which throbbed painfully hard. Gasping, I saw two sets of parallel holes punched through my skin, scabbed over with bloody clots. He had bitten me, deep enough to draw blood.
What the actual fuck?
I took a deep breath and took the soft white cotton into my fingers. Turning slightly, I angled my body, so I could see my bottom in the mirror and began to lift the nightgown up.
I was naked underneath.
The higher the nightgown rose, the more my heart pounded in my throat. My skin crawled nervously. I was crazy. This wasn’t real.
It had to be a dream. I couldn’t explain it if it wasn’t.
I exposed the backs of my knees, and then, my lower thighs. Horrified, I saw pink splotches and red lines spread across my skin. I told myself it was the sheets that I’d slept on. Maybe they were just impressions from the way I slept.
I pulled the nightgown higher, baring the naked globes of my ass.
Red welts lined my skin, some darkening into light purple bruises and I choked with shock. No. This couldn’t be real. It was all a dream.
Then how could this have happened?
There was zero doubt in my mind that those were the marks from his belt. Which meant the achy soreness in my pussy and my asshole was real. It meant that he had fucked me yesterday, used every single one of my holes and had come in all of them. Horrified, I looked down at my legs, seeing the dried remains of his seed all over my skin.
A plaintive, fearful scream echoed around me and it took me a long time to realize that it was me. I screeched louder and louder as I stared in the mirror, wishing the welts to fade away so I could explain it as just another nightmare.
My door burst open and I dropped my nightgown, but it was too late.
“What the hell, Kassandra? It’s like four in the morning! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nicole said, crossing her arms over her chest, her stare like daggers.
Nicole was my roommate. She was quiet most of the time, but she was definitely not a morning person. Her eyes were bloodshot as she tried to rub the sleepiness away, but it was no use. The only thing that fueled Nicole in the mornings was a steaming pot of coffee. The whole damn pot if it was early enough.
“How the hell are you even here? Weren’t you supposed to be in Greece for the next few weeks? Danny is supposed to come over tonight. You promised me some alone time with him.” She glared furiously.
“I… don’t know,” I answered.
“What do you mean you don’t know? How did you even get in the apartment last night?” she pressed.