Sounded like a De Santis thing to say.
“And you? How are you? Truly, my dear.”
She shrugged. “I’m OK. I am. This wasn’t what I envisioned for my life, but I don’t hate it. It beats sleeping in a cold warehouse during the winter and being beaten by my foster dad.”
I hated that she’d hurt that way. I didn’t like to think about the first time I’d ever seen her. Her face had been littered with bruises and dried blood. The piece of shit that she was given to had probably beaten her everyday of her life with him.
She didn’t speak about it, and I didn’t ask.
“I wish I could take your hurt away,” I murmured as I gazed at her.
Her cheeks flushed pink. “It doesn’t matter. I always survive.”
“Life is about more than survival. You can’t live if all you’re doing is surviving.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Honestly, I don’t think I’d know what to do if I were out in the world. Move into Dad’s second bedroom and try to have a relationship with him? Maybe we’d makeChristmas cookies together, and he’d remember my birthday.” A sad look washed over her pretty face as she looked away from me.
I did not like her sadness. She was vibrant and perfect in every sense of the word, and deserved the world.
We did try to give it to her here, but there was only so much we could do.
Only so much that I could do, despite my gifts and company.
Instinctively, I reached out and cradled her face, making her long, dark lashes flutter.
The memory of what it felt like to tear away her virginity flashed into my mind.
I hated that’d I’d reacted the way I had. I’d lost it.
But that’s just how I was nowadays. It wasn’t an excuse. It was just me being the monster I’d become.
Yet, she still gave a damn about me.
That was honor. Loyalty. Devotion.
I would never overlook it.
I leaned in, not bothering to contemplate it more, and pressed my lips against hers.
Immediately, she parted her lips and allowed me to take control.
It was just another thing that made her so damn perfect.
I tugged her closer, deepening the kiss until she was raking her fingers through my hair, making me groan softly.
I wanted her, and wasn’t going to stop. I knew myself well enough by now to know that. If she didn’t want me, she’d have to say no.
I ran my hand up her bare thigh and under her skirt before navigating my way beneath her silk panties. My fingers brushed against her soft, bare cunt, her wetness letting me know she wanted whatever I’d give her.
All.
I’d fucking give it all to her.
I pushed her onto her back and kissed my way to her chest, pulling the straps of her dress down as I went so I could see her sexy as hell tits.
They slipped free, and I captured a hard nipple against my tongue, sucking hard.
She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair as I lavished both her tits.
