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measly mouse
A mad woman, he has made me. But if this is madness, I don’t ever want to be sane.
“Whatever gave you the impression that I was a scared little mouse?”
“You taste like nirvana. I could drown in your pussy.”
“You beg for me like a whore, Genevieve,” he murmurs.
“So fuck me like one.”
Some days, she feels like the only thing that will get me through.
She’ll always be my daughter, but sometimes life can be cruel, and there could be a day where tragedy strikes, and I won’t get those moments with her anymore. I want to soak them up as much as I can.
“Don’t think I won’t kill every goddamn person in this house to save you from shame. Their blood would be on your hands, all because
you can’t keep fucking quiet and take my cock like a good girl.”
“My cum will leak down your thighs while you’re dancing with your husband. If you dare to wipe it away, I’ll expose you in front of everyone and make him swallow it,” he threatens, his tone unyielding and savage.
“Now crawl to me, mia rosa.”
Rather than exploring the world and trying new things and discovering who we were outside the roles we were bound in, we locked ourselves in an emptier cage and called it freedom.
And every time, it makes my heart ache with how infinitely I love Zade Meadows.
I love him too. Please share.
