"You would like that, wouldn't you?" he asks. "Do you want Daddy to tie you up just so he can do whatever he needs to your ripe little body?"
He pulls out and positions me on my hands and knees. He presses down on my shoulder blades until I'm face down on the mattress. Then he enters me so violently that I see double.
"Does it turn you on knowing that you can't escape even if you wanted to?" he asks. "It's likeBeauty and the Beast. You're a pretty little princess. I'm the monster who just can’t resist you. I can’t rest until I feel your tightness squeezing down on me.”
The desire he elicits inside me feels like live electricity.
He pins me completely to the bed now, his large hand enclosing my wrists over my head.
"You're inside the monster's den now, little girl," he says. "The only way to get out now is by begging for every drop of my come and then taking it inside you like a good little girl."
I nearly come right there.
My nipples bead into painful peaks, scraping against the bedsheets as he takes me.
"Go on, little girl," he says. "Beg."
"Please, Daddy," I say. "Please fill me up with your come."
“Only because you asked so nicely," he says, leaning over me and wrapping his arm around my hip. He brushes my clitwith his rough fingers, enticing me to come for him. "Go ahead, princess. I want to feel you clenching all around me as you receive it.”
He goes for broke now, bottoming out inside me and making his heavy balls slap against my ass.
I can’t help it. I implode.
He buries his cock even deeper inside me, stretching me out as he comes right against the walls of my cervix. I feel his release inside me. I feel the satisfaction rolling off his body. I feel his adoration in the way he wraps his arms around me.
For a blissful second, I don't remember anything else.
And then it all comes crashing back.
41
GRACE
Ialways thought that running away from my childhood home would be the hardest thing I'd ever have to do.
But no, it's this.
It's leaving this beautiful Italian town. It's leaving the man who means everything to me.
My mother knows that I'll do anything to protect the people I love. Even if it means that I'll only ever get to love them from a distance. Even if it means I'll never get to hold them in my arms again.
I try not to think about any of it on the three-hour bus ride to Rome.
I left everything behind. I'm the only traveler without luggage. I take deep breaths as the panic attack creeps in.
I squeeze my eyes shut. And he's right there, like I never left. I see him so clearly. I hear his voice as he tells me to inhale and exhale slowly. I can even feel his hand squeezing mine, telling me that it will all be okay.
But it won't be.
Nothing will be okay ever again.
I try hard not to think about anything, but I end up thinking abouteverything.
All of my life flashes before me. In so many ways, it feels like my life didn't even begin until I met Dante. He crashed into my world like a tornado and tore apart everything I thought I knew. He made me want new things for myself. He gave me the space to grow wings and fly. Despite all the fears and doubts my mother planted in me, he loved me for exactly who I was.
And I loved him back.
