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We're broken people, missing pieces of ourselves.
Maybe that's why we've come together. Embracing in the massive kitchen of their mansion. Clinging to one another like a lifeline in a wicked storm.
Run, Little Tempest.
His raspy voice whispers in my ear. So unused, low, and gravelly.
Tempest. A storm. How fitting for me. Considering I'm a hurricane, wrecking everything I touch.
It sends shivers down my spine. I want to hear him speak again and bask in his voice. Have a conversation for hours.
That craving has me clinging to him as tears spill down my cheeks.
His chin rests on the top of my head as his arms completely engulf me. He feels like a sanctuary. Someone I could get lost in and actually trust.
If only.
I don't think I could ever fully trust anyone else again.
Especially the Devils.
So why does my heart ache so much? Feel like it's tearing in two?
A spark rolls through me at the feel of him wrapped around my small frame. He's huge. Probably six feet six inches tall. And I'm only five foot six inches.
So much care and love pours through his skin into mine like a calming pheromone. For such a big, bad mafia man, he's really cuddly. Something I never thought I could get comfortable with.
What does it say about me that I'm letting him comfort me when he kidnapped me? Used me?
But it's the first time someone has hugged me in so long that I almost forgot what it was like to rest in someone's arms comfortably.
His large hands run up and down my back in a soothing manner when I let myself go. Every emotion smacks into me all at once. Everything I've kept hidden in the depths of my darkness bubbles out.
I'm a mess.
“You're oddly good at this,” I rasp into his chest.
My nose brushes against the wetness coating his tight T-shirt, and my cheeks heat. This was also not on my bingo card for the day. Breaking down in front of a man who could use it against me is bad news.
Fuck.
But I can't stop clinging to him. I can't stop my fingers from winding into his T-shirt as he holds me closer.
Freedom comes in many forms.
Fucking masked men at a party anonymously? Yeah, that's a liberating freedom I never thought I'd have. It separated me from the girl trapped under her monster's thumb into the girl who sought satisfaction with three men. For herself. She didn't do it because it was her orders to do so. She did it to feel something other than the clawing darkness pulling her under.
But this? An emotional release I've denied myself for years?
This is the freedom I've been craving. An intimacy I've been denied since I was thrown in a cage and thrust into the dark.
When was the last time someone truly held me like they cared? I can't even remember.
Shepp's heavy breaths fill the dead silence ringing in my ears.
I clear my throat, pulling away from him. He gives me a soft smile, reaching up to wipe the remnants of my tears off my cheeks.
