All Chapters of You Can Run But...: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Maya's POV "Aren't you hungry?" Maestro asks me, curling my hair in his hand. We were in his infamous room, and the atmosphere was light. He was calm now, and I was seated on his lap while he toyed with me. I stayed still, and when he got tired of playing with my hair, he left me to the shower. As hard as it was to believe, he didn't change, nor did his excellent ingenuine treatment towards me; he even brought me gifts and didn't pass on an opportunity to touch me. I was accustomed to being treated well in exchange for my complete submission. He still hadn't made a move to get intimate with me since that first day, but I knew he wanted to; I could see it in his eyes each time I was undressed and when I had clothes on. It made me remember the goon's conversations. They were right; this was an obsession. The yearn to own and control. With him this way, it was going to be hard to leave. It's been a week, and throughout that week, I haven't seen Sir Derinem. That was because I was

He strode into the hotel with grace, thoroughly tired and still expectant. Allysia's croons had left him in such a rigid state he couldn't concentrate. It felt like an eternity since he had a woman. A woman who understood what he was. He wasn't a monster. He was just something else. Maya! ### He clenched his fist, ignoring the receptionist that greeted him by the counter; there was no use in asking where the whore was, he knew. **Room 42** She called it her favorite fun spot. If she wanted fun, then let it begin. Today, there would be no Maya, he would be back for her later, but now, this was his me time. Not bothering to knock, he pushed the door open, and his lips stretched. The smile disappeared immediately it appeared. Allysia was in the room, stretched out on the bed like a cat; she was dressed in lacy lingerie that showed more than it hid. When she saw him, she crawled on all fours to him, her two fingers into his pocket; she made a swipe with her tongue on his zipper

Though she had fallen asleep before him, he woke up before her, looking into her sleepy face. The cover was on her waist, leaving her upper body bare, pink nipples hardening from the cold. Her hair was a jungle of strands thrown in all directions, and all he wanted was to sink his finger into it, inhale on it But he decided not to, for she was a light sleeper. Any little movement, she would be on her ass, recognition in her eyes as she looked around the room like it was hell. Unable to hold himself longer, he moved her hair from her face, leaning his face close to hers, his elbow supporting his weight. His breath woke her up. Slowly her eyelids fluttered open, a surprised look on her face when she got in sync with her surroundings. "Maestro..." She began puzzled He placed a finger on her lips. "Don't say anything," She tried to sit up, but he didn't budge; he flattened his palm on her abdomen, applying gentle pressure so she understood that he wanted her on her back. "Do you

Authors POV "Don't turn around now; his eyes are on you," Derinem ordered again. He was observing his brother, who was engrossed in a conversation with Jack yet still watching Maya. He knew she wasn't comfortable with him being close, especially when his brother was not too far away. But what could he do? It was the only way he could meet her. Finally coming home after meeting Dora, he hoped she'd be excited; he now believed her after speaking with the elderly servant, but Lina told him Damon had taken her along. So he decided to come down to her. He was dressed all back with a giant hoodie that covered most of his face in its blackness; surely Damon could not recognize him in this. When Damon's gaze turned from her, he whispered again, "Sit erect, Maya," She did and turned to the side, her eyes falling on him, then she faced the counter again. "You look different, sir Derinem" Her soft voice filled his ears. "I was about to say the same about you" he knew she would blush, but

Maya's POV Alert signs filled my head, and so did the danger of my actions. There should have been another way to stop him, but where? Nothing came into my head at that moment except to kiss him. It was the hardest decision I ever made. But then it was working. His stiffness melted, and he flowed with me, his tongue owning my mouth as he held me, his palms on my back, guiding me to the wall. When my back hit the wall, he placed his hand above my head and continued to kiss me; his head lowered down to my level. His mouth oozed with the stench of alcohol, and his breath was raspy It was gentle and pure, but still, I felt dirty and wrecked. I prayed he didn't go too far. Because how was I to stop him when I initiated it all? He picked me up, my legs rounding his waist as his hot mouth nibbled on my neck. I gasped as his hands touched my breast, tugging at the cloth like he was frustrated. He wasn't being so gentle anymore as he set me down and ripped my clothes, my lacy underwear c