“Fuck! I…fucking love you, Carm.”
That makes me come. All over my stomach and his groin. I’m shaking and arching and crying by the end of it.
Tears stream down my face and I’m sobbing.
Literally sobbing.
I don’t really know why.
It just feels so intense.
My fingers pull at his hair and curl tighter into the fabric of the shirt.
“Lamb?” he mumbles as he lets go of my neck and presses his chest against mine more tightly, followed by his forehead against mine.
“Are you alright?” his voice is shaky too. I can’t see him though through the tears streaming down my face.
“I-I…yes, I just…” I can’t get the words out fast enough. “I love you.”
Soren slowly pulls out of me and I feel the cum drip out onto the floor.
He kisses my cheek, then my jawline, all while softly shushing me.
There’s no doubt about it.
I was never my father’s. He took me. Stole me.
I am Soren’s. Only his. Always. Forever.
20
Soren
After getting Carmine cleaned up again—and myself to the best of my ability—I leave him to sit on the couch in the living room while I check out the kitchen of this cabin we’re in. Maybe it’s more of a small cottage really. Either way, it’s where we’re stuck for the time being.
It’s not as cold as the outside, but it’s not exactly as warm as it could be. The bath, and the sex, helped.
But as my sweat cools down, I’m starting to shiver and yawn. It turns out when you were just tortured the day before, then ran for your life, it’s pretty exhausting. That’s not including carnal desires.
I look around the kitchen and I can tell that someone definitely lives here on the regular. There’s a loaf of bread on the counter, a jug of milk in the fridge…
So, while they may have been gone the last day, they’ll probably be back soon.
I look at the white-board on the fridge.
“Ah, okay,” I mumble. “Carm! Whoever lives here is coming back tomorrow. They’re visiting someone named Sheri right now,” I call to him.
Carmine comes walking in even though that wasn’t my intention to get him in here.
“I told you to stay on the couch,” I grumble. “I’ll make us something.”
“I’m fine,” he insists. “Besides, it’s warmer in here because of the electronics.” He stands near the fridge. “Hm. Looks like they have a dr’s appointment on Friday.” He tilts his head as he looks at the white board too.
“Fine fine… Think they’ll notice if we eat some of their bread?” I ask him, motioning.
Carmine steps over and lifts the wrapped loaf of bread up, it’s about half a loaf. “Honestly, we would be doing them a favor. This is going to mold before they get back,” he insists.
“Well, there ya go.” I take the bread from him and unwrap it. As I’m doing so, I look to the side and spot something I should have noticed sooner.
