Page 116 of Savage Don

And boy did he fucking tear it out of me.

Losing my virginity to him felt amazing, but this was something else. Something far less gentle and precious. There wasn’t a single moment last night where I felt like I was losing my innocence.

No. I wasn’t losing shit. I was giving it away. Throwing it at the man who’s shown me the light in the darkness. Replacing it with something I had never felt before in my entire life.

Power.

Holy shit. Ray made me feel powerful.

Why?

Because he cared. He cared about how I felt.

No one has ever cared about me like that before. Ray didn’t have to say it with his words. He painted it on my pussy with his tongue, he forced it down my throat with his cock.

Even after all of the depravity and filth was over, he continued to make his dedication to me clear when he carried my half-unconscious body back to bed like I was a precious flower or a poisoned princess. And I was a poisoned princess, a corrupted daughter. Ray has poisoned me. And now I see the truth to his words.

There’s no other way to survive in this world.

My plan was never going to work. It’s impossible to escape the darkness completely. All you can do is learn to conquer it.

He’s my teacher. And I’m already dying for another lesson.

I need to learn more.

Forcing my way out of bed, I eagerly go to join Ray in the shower. But by the time I manage to shuffle to the bathroom door, he’s already on his way out.

“Look who’s up early,” he teases, spanking me on the ass as he brushes by.

“I have to wash this acid out of my mouth,” I mumble, wiping the sleep from my eyes.

“I’d rather you didn’t. You’re a lot more fun when you have a little spice on your tongue.”

“What you gave me last night was harsher than any spice I’ve ever tasted.”

“And you loved it, didn’t you?”

“Love is a strong word,” I blush, looking down at my feet.

“Don’t I know it,” Ray smirks. He already has his shirt on by the time I manage to turn around.

“Leaving already?” The disappointment in my voice must be clear. I don’t care if this man is a possessive maniac. He could be my possessive maniac.

“I’m a busy man.”

Just like that, all of my insecurities come rushing back out.

“… Are you taking me back home?”

“No,” Ray replies. “I’ve decided to keep you.”

His proclamation makes my heart jump with hope.

But then the reality of what he just said settles in. That when the dread appears, growing from somewhere deep in my gut.

I haven’t forgotten about his plans. Even if I understand where Ray is coming from now, even if I see the benefit of his lessons, or even almost like part of the path he’s pushing me down, I don’t like all of it.

In fact, the part I don’t like scares me to high hell.