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“I… did… all… of this… for… you.”
I didn’t think this level of devotion existed. I thought it was only possible in my fantasies, but he’s right here, staring at me like I hung the moon and created the stars.
“You’re…mine…Trixie.” I nod even as tears still fall down my face. I never knew I could be as happy or feel as loved as I do right now. I kind of like him calling me Trixie. “Yours yesterday, today, tomorrow, and every day after.”
I’m just as dedicated and obsessed with him as he is with me. It’s not love. It’s better than that. It’s everything.
“Look at me,”
“I’m not going to let that happen, okay?... I waited fourteen years to come back…to you and I’m not going to risk it…again. Do you understand?”
“He took you from me, pretty girl…He hid you from me…He never… wanted me to find you. Everyone who tried to… keep us apart has to die.”
“You want me, pretty girl?”
“Yes.”
“Then, beg for me.”
“Please.”
“You call that b...
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“Please, please, please,”
“Good girl,”
“Keep begging like the good little slut you are for my dick, pretty girl.”
“Please, Damien. Make me yours.”
“This is mine,”
“Open your mouth for me,”
“Come for me, my pretty little dead girl.”
He scratches the blade across my breasts, down my stomach, and over my bare thighs. “Do you have any idea how bad I could hurt you right now?” he asks as moves to the true danger zone of trailing the tip of the blade over my clit, teasing it with the threat of harm. All it would take is for that knife to slip in his hand and I bet my clit would never work again. A part of that is just as arousing as him slamming into my g-spot over and over again. I’m so close and the way the blade sends zings of pain and a dash of fear through my body is addicting.
“You could kill me,”
“Then, you would really be my...
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Where was that for me and Damien? He was a twelve year old boy caring for a four year old girl. I was the only thing he cared about anymore and you ripped me from his arms. Then, you turned around and fucked with my head so I wouldn’t remember him or anything he did for me.”
He releases my lips for a moment to smirk at me. “My pretty little dead girl has some dirty deeds of her own.” I smiled at him. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
