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We’re at that point where we’re so far over the line I don’t know where it is anymore, or where it was.
We come at the same time, surrendering to pleasure, relinquishing everything. That’s what it feels like for both of us.
I try to catch my breath after, and she holds on to my shoulders. Her delicate fingers brush over my skin, heating me up when I’m already alight.
As our breathing stills, worry floods her beautiful eyes. That look ofwhat nextin written all over her face. She looks away from me turning her head to avoid my stare.
“You aren’t anybody’s whore,” I whisper, and she looks back to me. “You aren’t anybody’s whore. You hear me?”
A tear slides down her soft cheek. Briefly, I press my face to hers, taking the wetness of her tears.
As I hold her, I feel it. There’s something about her that I feel I can’t put my finger on. When her fingers flutter over my chest, I focus on her again although she doesn’t say anything.
I see that pain in her eyes though.
“What is it, baby? What… hurt you before me?”
When she shakes her head and another tear makes its way down her silky skin, I know I’m right.
Something happened to her. Something bad.
I just know, so I hold her.
Chapter Twenty
Ava
The shadows move like figures in the night. I know it’s daytime though.
I can sense it, although I haven’t seen daylight in forever.
The darkness is scary, but what’s scarier is the shadows. I know they’re there, and they know I know. It’s a game to them. All of them.
A laugh sounds, and it triggers the fear of God deep inside me.
Rough hands grab me, and flashes of light go on and off. I don’t know why they bother. I wonder if it’s so I can’t identify them, or maybe it’s part of the game. I know their faces. I know who they are and what they are. Men who are monsters. Men who are nightmares.
Laughter and more hands. It all comes at once. Terror comes next. It feels like falling to death. I’m falling, and there’s no one to save me. Those who could are dead.
I’m next… but these devils will only let me have death when they’re finished with me.
Someone squeezes my neck hard, and I jump….
I jump out of my sleep forgetting where I am, but he’s holding me.
Vincent’s holding me. He’s here.
It’s daylight again, and he’s here in my bed.
“Doll… you okay?” he asks, searching my eyes.
I run a hand through my hair and draw in a steady breath. It was just a dream. Or rather a nightmare of a memory.
When he cups my face, his warm fingers make me feel better.
“You’re here.” He didn’t leave like last time.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asks in a playful manner I haven’t seen before.
