Page 76 of A New Days Don

“You can, and I’m going to be here every second.” I guide her to my bed until the backs of her knees hit the edge, and she has nowhere else to go.

This time when I address her, I’m not talking to my beautiful angel, I’m talking to the darkness holding her back, “If you say, ‘you can’t’ one more time, then I won’t hesitate to punish you until your eyes cross and the only thing you know is me and my name.”

Mila gasps, and my eyes fall to her spit-glistened pink lips—plump and juicy.

“I’m only going to ask one more question, and then you are going to do everything and anything I tell you with the understanding that I will never do anything to hurt you, do I make myself clear?” My voice has dropped an octave with the lust pumping hot and quick through my veins.

“Yes,” she whispers and my lip quirks. Good fucking girl.

I slowly guide her down to the bed until she is sitting up with her hands propped behind her. In one quick motion, I grab the silky rope lying on the ground, and Mila’s eyes stare at it with curiosity.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, caressing her cheek with my knuckles, allowing the black rope to graze her skin. She shudders, and her sweet scent floods my room. She’s soaking right through her pants. I groan, and her breath hitches as I do.

“I do,” Mila whimpers.

For a moment, my mind travels to a time where she is dressed in white before me, and I almost bust my nut like a horny teenager. A large rope of precum seeps down my leg into my boxers.

“Good,” I murmur, my hands peeling up the hem of her shirt, “Arms up, angelo mio.”

She does exactly as I ask, and I don’t hold back the praise that spills from my lips, “Such a good girl.”

She shudders below me, and I file away her little praise kink for later.

I slip her shirt over her head, leaving her in a matching pale pink bra and the panties she’s wearing. Her tits are small, but in the B-cupped bra, they push together, giving her enough cleavage that I could press my nose and mouth into them and suffocate myself. What a fucking way to go.

“Why do you call me that?” Mila whispers, her blue eyes penetrating straight through me.

“It is Italian for my angel. You are far too pure, far too good for me. A slice of heaven walking this Earth, and I intend to keep you, angel.” I purr before placing delicate kisses on her shoulder.

I breathe in her sweet, yet spicy scent. She whines with need. Between kisses down her chest, I murmur, “Almost there, sweetheart.”

Mila’s chest rises and falls in quick succession, and I pull back, drawing a gentle line down before caressing along the swell of her right breast. Her eyes are squeezed shut like she’s fighting it by herself. I growl. Displeased that she would leave this moment with me.

When her eyes pop open, her pupils are pinpricks, “Stay with me… Eyes on me at all times. You aren’t fighting this alone. It’s me who is going to devour you. Nobody else. Never anyone else.”

It's possessive and slightly unhinged, but she knows who I am outside these walls now. I won’t hold back my need for her anymore. I have lost my mind and soul. They only exist in the palm of her hands.

“I don’t think I can…” She whimpers, her body shaking as she loses the battle with herself.

“I think you can, and you are more than ready to. Let go, Mila.” I purr with unspoken promises that make her shift and press herself against me.

This is where she needs to blindly trust me. Give up her control, knowing I will never harm her or misuse the power she gives me. She is an extension of me, and she will always get what she wants and needs.

“I-I–” She stammers.

C’mon angel… You can do it.

Her eyes bounce around my face, as if her mind was piecing together her new reality with me—replacing the blurry image of her abuser’s ugly mug with mine, that dirty alley with my room, and the worst day of her life with a day I can only hope will meet the standards for the best day.

Then her eyes meet mine, and the tense fear melts away into something softer and lighter. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, and her chest expands with a breath that I picture a person drowning would make the moment they hit the surface.

I pinch her clasp, releasing her breasts while keeping my gaze focused on hers. She never once wavers from my eyes, and it’s fucking nirvana in itself.

“Lie down, beautiful. Get comfortable.” I murmur as I slide the pink straps down her milky skin before tossing her bra to the floor.

She is lying on my bedding, her pale skin contrasts dramatically with the dark grey sheets, reminding me of the first day I brought her back here. But this time, instead of white cotton panties teasing me from across the room, her breasts are on full display for me, but I don’t let my gaze stray from hers. Mila needs me to fight with her. I will keep my eyes on hers until the end of time if that is what she needs, though it would be a shame never to see how perfect her body is.

“Massimo,” She whispers breathlessly.