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“Not even close.” The man said as he leaned down and bit down on Mom’s breast as if he would tear it off.
She arched up and then cried out. Father never stopped pushing his penis into her mouth. It was like he wanted to choke her. Why would he do that? Couldn’t he see that she was in pain?
The man then said, “Sarah, your pretty pussy comes so beautifully around my cock. I may have to make this a regular occurrence.”
“You’re a greedy asshole.”
“So are you, Morelli.”
“This was a one-time thing.”
“You’re the one who offered her up on the table. I plan to gorge. You’re lucky it’s your wife that I’m fucking and not one of your daughters.”
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I gasped awake, trying to latch onto anything around me.
Damon grabbed hold of my roaming hands, setting them on his chest. “Sophia. I’m here. It was another nightmare. You’re safe.”
I clenched my eyes tight as comprehension seeped in. “Oh fuck. I remember. That night. What I saw. What they were doing. I remember. After all these years, why tonight?”
“What do you remember?”
Then I shook my head as nausea settled deep in my gut. “No, no, no. It was better when things were a jumbled mess in my head. Oh God. I’m going to be sick.”
I jumped from the bed, rushed to the bathroom, and headed straight for the toilet. I barely opened the lid in time before my stomach emptied in what seemed like a never-ending rush.
“I’ve got you.” Damon held my waist as my body continued to dry heave.
Once everything purged out of me, I dropped my head against Damon’s chest and wept. All these years, they preached to me about virtue, conduct, and doing right, and they were no better than anyone else.
When the tears finally dried up, I looked at Damon and said, “My first sexual experience wasn’t with me as a participant but as a voyeur while my father forced my mother into a threesome as a payment for a debt.”
“Let’s get off the bathroom floor, freshen you up, and tell me what you remember.”
I nodded and let Damon tend to me. For fifteen minutes, he helped me wash my face, brush my teeth, and change into a fresh set of clothes. Then he led me to the living room and brought me a cup of herbal tea.
His domestic side seemed so different from the man he showed everyone. The world saw a cold, emotionless man, and here, or maybe with me, it was the complete opposite. He pulsed with every feeling under the sun, from psychotic obsession and possessiveness to sweet, tender caring.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m trying to figure you out. You confuse me.”
“I feel the same way about you, ninety-nine percent of the time.” Damon sat beside me, placing my feet in his lap. “Tell me your story, Sophia.”
“I was around eleven when my school sent me home for a high fever and a possible stomach bug.” I recounted everything from the driver coming to get me to begging the teachers to let me stay since I hated being at home. Then I told him about the screaming and the yelling in the hallway and hearing Father drag Mom into the library.
As I conveyed the events of that day, the memory grew more vivid. I could recall everything from the color of my clothes to the smell of the air.
“I knew I should have turned around and run the moment I saw my mother’s naked body, but I stayed and watched.”
“In your other dreams, you never remembered what happened. Why do you think you remember now?”
“I don’t know. Maybe all that is happening with the murder accusation, my parents, and us. I’m exhausted from holding everything in. My body wants to let everything go, and releasing these memories might be part of it.”
“What was it that terrified you?”
“All of it. I was eleven. I knew nothing about sex. And seeing it from an extreme level like that made me fear it.” I paused as a thought occurred to me. “What if that is the reason for my draw to kink?”
