“You’re alright, Baby Boy. I’m going to stay out here while you take a shower.”
Somehow, Tennant knows. This is why he’s the ultimate Daddy. I don’t have to say the words, but he still understands. I fling myself into his arms, attacking him with kisses all over his face. This time, he chuckles as I pull away, and my soul vibrates with happiness at making him laugh. It’s rare, and it’s so damn special. Knowing Daddy is there to keep away the demons, I quickly take a shower, although I have to wash my hair three times before I feel like it’s clean.
Stepping out, I turn off the water and Tennant is waiting with a towel, making sure to dry me thoroughly. My dick attempts to twitch, and I blush when it doesn’t do anything more than that. I look away, ashamed, but Tennant pinches my chin, guiding me to look at him.
“Sex isn’t everything, Little Monster. What we have is far more precious than sweaty moments. I get just as much pleasure from this, alright?”
I swallow, still shaking inside, but nod my head. Without a word, I let him dress me in the clothes Javi gathered for me. They are actually pretty comfortable. I smile in approval, even as Tennant scowls.
“Don’t get used to it,” he warns. “I will find you new clothes if you don’t want to wear suits. Not Javi.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I brush my fingers through my freshly combed and clean hair. “May I go see Roman now?”
“Yes. Do you need me to go with you?” Tennant wraps me in a hug, so I don’t have to look at him while I process the emotions, and I fall even deeper in love with him. Fuck. I didn’t think that was even possible.
“No…I…I think I need to do this on my own. I need to know he’ll still see me. That he doesn’t hate me.”
“You never have to do anything alone, but if this is what you want, then I stand by you.” He steps back, but holds out his hand. I take it and squeeze hard as he guides me out of the bathroom and toward Roman’s room.
We stop just before it and the panic fights with me again, the demons creeping into my mind and tearing it to pieces. I grit my teeth against them and their words. Words like how much he’ll hate me, and how he should, even if he says he doesn’t. I swallow the bile that fights its way up my throat.
“Are you sure?” Daddy whispers one last time.
Forcing myself to stand tall, even as my insides quake, I nod even as my words come out shaky. “Yeah. Just…can you be here? Afterwards…”
“I will always be here, Little Monster. For you, and for Roman.”
With that, my breathing eases and I step forward, into the unknown. Fuck. I hope he doesn’t hate me… I hope he’ll love me no matter what…
Glancing over my shoulder, I see Daddy lean against the wall and give me an encouraging smile, even though I catch the edges of worry in his eyes.
Fuck.Alright. I can do this. I can.
I raise my hand, and knock on the door gently, praying he’s asleep, and yet, at the same time, wanting to get this over with. Roman’s soft, “Enter,” comes, and it’s time. There’s no going back now. If there’s any mercy in this world, I’ll survive the storm swirling through me, but fuck if I deserve it. Still, I want it, I beg for it. Mercy. Oh, fuck. Please, have mercy on me…
I open the door, hoping to get it over with. I’m not surprised to see Carter in there with Roman, but I don’t pay him any attention. My eyes are caught on my stabby soulmate, and it’s like a million ties suddenly snap into place, reminding us of who we are…individually, but also bound together. Nothing exceptthe deepest crimson cuts could ever sever our relationship—and hell, not even that.
Because as I look at him, I suddenly know that not even death could stop us. He’s mine. Always. And me? I’m his. Whether he wants me or not…
Mercy. Please, for fuck’s sake, have mercy on me…
As soon as Lio steps into my room, I lose my breath. Seeing him…it makes me dizzy. I slide off the bed and rush across the room, throwing myself at him.
Lio holds me tightly, his arms closing around me as his body trembles…or maybe I’m shaking hard enough to move him too.
“Lio…” I choke on a sob.
He gasps in my ear and I squeeze him a little tighter, hating that I can feel how much weight he’s lost…though I suppose he can feel what I’ve lost as well.
Pulling back just enough to stare into his eyes, I have to blink back tears. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, Amico Mio.”
His bottom lip wobbles as the tears fall down his face. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m so, so fucking sorry, Rome.”
I ignore the nickname as I shake my head. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Anima Gemella. It’s okay.”
“You should hate me…” He sounds so dejected, it breaks my heart. Pulling out of his arms, I grab his hand and lead him back to my bed.
When we sit, Carter stands. “I’ll give you two some privacy.”
