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Hey there! Just a heads up: this book contains explicit erotic content, graphic descriptions, and LGBTQ+ themes. If that's not your thing, please take care of yourself and skip it. I won't be offended! And if that's your kink, welcome aboard. Let’s have our first trip together. Hopefully, you get to love David and Salvatore the way I love them.
Proceed with caution (and an open mind)!
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"Are you upset with me? "He questioned, and I just stared at him as he hovered over me. It was dark and cold, and the only source of light was the moonlight that poured into the room through the windows like liquid milk in cocoa.
I looked away from him, and he leaned closer to me. His body giving warmth to mine under the sheets.
"Is it because I teased you so much? Are you not satisfied? "He spoke again, but I ignored him. Trying with all my might to control the emotions bubbling inside me.
"We can go one more round if you're up for it. "He then says, and I turn back to look at him with wide eyes, and sure enough, he's smirking.
I'm still wet and clammy from his cum and all the things he just did to me, and he is talking about more...!?
"Why are you so silent? Did I do something wrong? Is it something I said? What's the matter? "He continues his querying, and I look away from him again.
"It's nothing. "I lie as I battle to keep my cool.
"David. "He calls, and I can hear the building frustration in his voice, but I ignore him. I'm pissed but I'm not ready to air my mind. I'm not sure I'm ready for that conversation yet.
My breath hitches in my throat when I suddenly feel his hand begin to trail my naked body under his. My senses follow his fingers as they travel down my body, reaching for my cock. I swallow when he finds it, and I look back up at him.
"What's with the attitude tonight? "He whispers as he leans even closer with his warm breath fanning my face, and my heart begins to thud in my chest.
I clench my jaw as I stare into his beautiful eyes, and as he begins to stroke my dick, I find myself hating how much power he has over me.
"How do I get you to tell me what's wrong, Sweet treat? "He questions further. Calling me by the pet name he gave me, and I just glare at him. Fighting the desire I feel burning inside me.
"You know I can't stand you being mad at me. "He adds as he leans in to kiss me, and I feel flutters erupt in my stomach.
Every time. Every God dammed time. I always react like this around him. Even though I know it's not good for me, and loving him will only hurt me, I can not stop myself.
I shut my eyes when he moved his lips to my neck. Dropping feather-light kisses as he makes his way down my body, and my heart starts pounding in excitement I hate to admit. I turn to ice when he yanks the covers off us, and I inhale deeply when he plants a kiss on the tip of my cock. I look down at him, and sure enough, he's watching me. Studying how much of a hold he has on me. Watching how easily he can turn the tides of my heart and body. And from the twinkle in his eyes, I can tell that he loves the sight. The proud bastard!
I arch my back off the bed when he wraps his tongue around my tip, and I watch as he sucks my full length into his mouth. The feeling of his warm mouth around my dick sends all the cold I previously felt evaporating from my body, and sends sweet warmth and shivers to the roots of every single nerve in my body.
"Fuck... "I cuss as I grab the bed sheet.
My toes curl as he begins to wrap and work his tongue around my length, but I almost lose it when he swallows me, and I feel his throat wrap around my dick.
"Oh, shit... "I cuss as I bite my lower lip.
I feel my soul threaten to leave my body as he sucks me like his intention is to suck every voice of reason from my head... And it seems to be working. This isn't just a blow job. No. He is making love to my dick... With his mouth.
Goosebumps rise along my skin when he moves down to my balls, and unable to stop myself, I bury my fingers in his silky, long, black hair. I struggle to hold back as he keeps swallowing my full length. Allowing my dick to slam into the back of his throat, and breaking every ounce of self-control I have. I feel my eyes water, and sweat spreads through my body.
"I'm gonna cum... "I warn him, but he doesn't stop.
"I'm... "I try to warn him again, but it's too late. My grip on his hair tightens as I release my load into his throat. I collapse back on the bed, panting, and I watch him swallow my cum. All of it. He stands up with a proud expression on his stupidly perfect face, and I huff before rolling my eyes and looking away in annoyance.
Once again, he used his power over my body. I hate how my body responds to his touch. How I can't turn him down. How it's so easy for him to get my body to do what he wants... Like he just did.
I feel him get on the bed beside me, and I turn my back to him. How will I be able to stand my ground if things continue like this?
He suddenly wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him. Although I am angry at him, my body tingles when I feel his dick pressed against my bare ass. I shut my eyes as I savour the feeling. Fighting with everything in me not to push back against it.
He buries his mouth in the side of my neck, and I shut my eyes.
"I can't seem to get enough of you. "He whispers, and I swallow.
"You're so fragile, and I know I should stop before I break you, but I can't help myself. You're one piece of work that was created to push all my limits. I'm afraid my will is not that strong. "He adds, and I can't hold it in anymore.
"Is that all I am? "I demand, and I feel him stiffen.
"Huh? "
"Is this all I am to you? Your fuck toy. Your... Cum dump. I only exist in your life to pleasure you in bed. Is that it? "I question as I wriggle out of his grip and turn to look at him.
"David. What are you... "He begins, but I cut him off.
"It's a simple question. A very simple one. I only want an answer. "I reply, and he just stares at me. I immediately feel tears begin to sting the sides of my eyes, as I have an idea of what his answer will be but still want him to say it.
"I love you. You know I love you, and it is cruel that you act like you don't know it. Like you don't know I mean it when I say it. I'm tired of the games. I need to know if you love me too, or if I'm just fooling myself. I want you to point out what I am to you, so I know where I belong.
You said I can not leave you. So, if I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, it's only fair that I know what my place is. Am I your prisoner? Your lover or just your boy toy? Something you fuck when you feel like it!? "I demand, and I see shock cloud on his face.
His hesitation to give me an answer breaks my heart, and I scoff.
"Of course. You can't answer. I don't know what I was expecting when you clearly told me from the start. This is where I belong. In your bed. Not in your heart. "I say, unable to stop the teardrop that escapes my eyes.
Unwilling to let him see me cry, I get off the bed, pick my clothes off the ground, and rush into the bathroom.
As my tears fell, I let my mind wander back to the start. The very beginning of all this. Every action and decision I made that got me to this very point. Everything I did that got me into this messy situation with a man who just sees me as his favourite plaything.
I wipe my tears and look at myself in the mirror, vowing that this time, things will be different. Somehow, I’ll make him see me as more than just a body. It's either that, or I’ll find the strength to finally leave.
This is the story of how I fell for my captor. Against logic, against common sense. How I fell wholly for a man I now know will never love me in return.
Mrs. Lana;Children have a gift of asking the hardest questions when your hands are busy.Every child I’ve ever known has always been that way.Perhaps it is because their minds are free while their hands are not, or because the rhythm and comfort of familiar spaces make them feel safe enough to wonder out loud.Either way, whenever they ask these questions, dismissing them is never an option. So, now… I have to find a way to answer Vanessa’s very delicate question.Can two men get married?The question in itself is not delicate. The answer is simple. Yes. But for a child like Vanessa… and the upbringing she’s had… I can not answer immediately.Not because I do not know the answer, but because I know better than to rush a child’s understanding. Truth given too quickly can feel like force. And force… never teaches anything lasting.So, I turn back to the counter instead.“Snowflake, come here”, I call gently, picking up a bowl.She hesitates for only a moment before hopping down from
Vanessa;He takes my hand and hands it to me.“Open it,” he urges, and I look down at the blue and pink paper. I swallow as I unwrap it slowly. I tilt my head when I see what’s inside, and shivers run through me.I run my fingers over them, and immediately, my vision blurs.They’re so soft and colourful. There’s pink, yellow, and a little bit of purple. They shine a little when I move them, and a small smile splits my face.It’s been so long since I held ribbons…“They’re for when your hair grows back fully,” Lucas says, with his voice softer now, and I look back up at him.His expression drops when he sees the tears in my eyes, and he reaches out to wipe them. “It’s already coming in, you know. And when it’s done… It’s going to be really pretty.” He says, and warmth blossoms in my chest.My hand goes to my beanie without thinking, and his smile grows.“Like… really pretty?” I ask quietly, and he nods. “Like David’s? And all the other girls?” I whisper, and he nods.“It’s going to
Vanessa;Mrs. Lana says the kitchen is the heart of the house. And I think she’s right.It always smells amazing every time she’s here. Today, the kitchen smells sweet… warm and a little bit like butter. I don’t know how to explain it properly, but it feels like the kind of smell that… hugs you.Big, cuddly hugs. The type my mom and David give.I sit on the stool by the counter, swinging my legs back and forth as I watch Mrs. Lana work.She moves like she’s dancing.She’s not too fast, but not slow either. Just… smooth. It’s amazing how she knows exactly where everything is without even looking. It’s like a superpower.I scoot closer when she brings a crate of eggs to the counter, and I smile at her.I wanna help too.“Can I crack the eggs?” I ask, leaning forward, and she pauses as she looks at me. She looks back down at the eggs and smiles.“Of course. But you have to promise to be careful.” She says as she lifts a finger, and I nod seriously.She slides the crate and bowl to me, an
David;“L-Lucas… How do you feel about it?” I ask, and his gaze drops to the ground. There’s a silent sadness in his eyes that stings to see.“It hurt.” He whispers, and the plain honesty of the response causes my heart to ache for him.“I didn’t want to lose him. I saw him as… my brother.” He adds, and I listen in silence.“I kept letting him say things. Letting him get in my head because I thought… I don’t know… somehow, I hoped that things would eventually be normal between us… That he’d give up on his obsession with me and just be the brother I’ve always wanted...” He continues, and a small, sad smile finds its way onto my face.“But that would never happen.” He adds with a mixture of grief and hurt in his voice as he looks back up at me, and I tilt my head as I look at him.He reaches out to gently caress my cheek, and I lean into his touch.“But I’m okay with that now.” He whispers, and I see thorough clarity in his eyes. Like he had been holding on to a rope that had been sl
Aldo;The sound of the vase shattering reaches my ears before I see its pieces fly and bounce across the room. The sound should have been satisfying. It should have taken the edge off the irritation building in my chest, but it doesn’t.My breathing comes in shallow, rapid bursts, and my jaw locks tighter as I look around the office, at the mess I made.My chair is lying on its side, papers are scattered across the floor regardless of their importance, there's a broken whiskey bottle and glasses on the floor in a corner from when I flung them off the table.My office has never looked like this.I have never allowed it to.Control has always been the one thing I maintained, no matter what happened outside these walls. But right now, control feels like something that has slipped through my fingers without shame or mercy.And I hate it.I grab the crystal orb from the desk and hurl it without thinking. It hits the wall with a dull thud and drops uselessly to the ground, leaving a dent b
David;I push the door to Lucas’s room open slowly.He hasn’t stepped out since he came back, and I'm worried about him. He could be sleeping, but I need to confirm that he’s okay, and then I’d let him rest.I peek into the green-themed heaven and pause when I see Lucas.He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, completely still, elbows on his knees and gaze lost in thought.I step in, and he doesn’t seem to notice me.That’s weird.Lucas always notices, even when he pretends not to.I close the door quietly behind me. The door clicks shut, breaking the silence, and that gets his attention.He looks up at me, and I can see his mind return to the present in real time.“H-Hey.” He greets, and I slip my hands into my back pockets as I walk up to him.“Hey,” I reply as I stop in front of where he’s sitting.For a moment, I don’t say anything else.I just look at him.The way his shoulders are set. The way his jaw is tight… and the way his eyes don’t quite settle on mine before drifting again.
David;“That one!” Vanessa exclaims as she points at the toppings she wants, and I let out a breath before looking down at my phone. ,Are you okay?Have you gotten the clothes you wanted from your place?What flavour of ice cream do you want?Should we come pick you up on our way back home?I sta
Salvatore;I quietly drop David when I see the look on Lucas’s face. What he just said… makes no sense.“Lucas, we have warm clothes at home,” I note as I take a step closer to him, and he shrugs. “Yeah… but I want a particular hoodie. It… smells like… home. It’s just a comfort item I need.” He r
Lucas;Elias’s words reply in my head like fucking broken record, and as much as I want to block the out… I can’t.He’s right…I’m a fucking opportunist. Sal loves David. He has always loved David. Who then did I think I was to get myself involved with them? Did I really think Sal truly loves me?
Elias;“I read something in a book once. It said… When the wind doesn’t blow your way, adjust your sails. And that, Lucas… Is exactly what you’ve done. For years, the wind didn’t blow your way, and like the intelligent young man you are… like the diplomatic, emotionally intuned person you are… You







