Masuk
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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.
David;I look at her, and before I can say anything— She marches straight over to me, grabs my ear, and twists it."Ow!" I jerk backwards, cradling my ear as I glare at her."What was that for?!" I protest, and she lets go with one final twist."For being impossible." She scolds, and I rub my ear."I am protecting her!""Are you?" She retorts, and I lift a brow."What do you mean? Of course I am protecting her. I—“"How can you protect a child when you can’t even read body language?" She scolds, and I blink at her."...Of course I can read body language." I huff, and she scoffs."Then explain to me why that poor girl spent the last fifteen minutes practically begging you for help without saying a single word..." She scolds, and I pause."...and you still didn't understand what she was trying to tell you." She adds. I blink at her."What are you talking about?"Mrs. Lana closes her eyes like I’m some foolish child. She takes one long, patient breath, then mutters to herself in Hawaiian
David;The living room has once again become our office. I don’t know how this started, but for days now, it’s been a trend. I can’t even remember the last time any of us actually used the study or office upstairs.Every morning, it starts the same way. Someone walks into the living room with a file, someone else follows with a laptop, and before long, the coffee table disappears beneath contracts, financial reports and enough paperwork to keep us trapped there until lunch…sometimes even dinner.This morning is no different.I stay curled up on the sofa closest to one of the windows as I try to refocus on the documents before me.Lucas sits across from Sal, on the other end of the living room, with one leg crossed over the other as he flips through what I assume is another shipment agreement."...They're asking for another five percent." He informs me, and I look up from my work. Sal doesn't even bother looking up. He just waves his hand dismissively."They won't get it."Lucas slides
Vanessa;He picks up a small paper bag I hadn’t noticed before and places it on the couch beside him. “I was told there is a little girl living here.” He says, and I frown.“I’m not little.” I correct, and he smiles.“Sorry. A very grown woman living here.” He says, and I nod.“Better.”He opens the bag and pulls out a rectangular box. The box is clear at the top, and I can see several small bottles inside it.My eyes widen when I realise what they are, and I stand up immediately.“Is that nail polish?” I ask in excitement I can hide, and Lucas’s smile grows.“I think so.” “You think so?” I ask in bewilderment, and he shrugs.“I don’t use it.”“Then why did you buy it?” “For you.” He replies, and I pause.I stare at him…Then at the box, and back at him again.“For me?” I repeat, and he nods.“Yes.” He answers, and my jaw drops.I move closer to him, and he hands me the box. I take it carefully as I settle on the couch beside him.There are so many colours here. Pink, purple, blue,
Vanessa;Princess Sprinkles is in serious trouble again.For the sixth time this week. Though this time, it isn’t her fault.Well… not completely.She probably shouldn’t have stolen the magic crown from the evil queen’s bedroom, but the crown didn’t belong to the evil queen in the first place. She stole it from Princess Sprinkles’s mother, so technically, Princess Sprinkles is only taking back something that belongs to her.I think that makes sense… It does to me, anyway.“Don’t worry, Princess Sprinkles. I’ll save you.” I whisper as I make her jump over one of the cushions I’ve arranged across the living room floor.She lands safely, and I make a small cheering sound before quickly covering my mouth.I forgot I’m not supposed to be too loud.Mr Sal and David are probably working; Hubby is somewhere upstairs. They really seem to like peace and quiet here. I find it boring, but Mrs Lana says people who live together have to learn to be considerate of each other. So, I’ll respect the d
Salvatore;The room hasn’t changed.I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling I spent half my childhood memorising.The same dark wooden beams, the same faint crack near the corner, the same posters I excitedly hung up…It is strange how time can tear apart entire lives and still leave a room untouched.The air smells faintly of dust, polished wood and old books. It's familiar and safe in a way that makes my heart ache.I used to avoid this room. Because it brought back too many memories. The room up here feels like… places preserved inside a glass box while the rest of the world continued moving without them.My gaze drifts to the bookshelf standing against the wall. All the books are old. I never touched or replaced them. Comics I got myself, and novels my mother forced on me, insisting I had to be consistent with reading and writing to grow a sharp mind.I stare at the old spine, and a smile splits my face, despite my vision blurring.I haven’t touched anything in here in years.Ho
Mrs. Lana;“But… isn’t it a sin?” she asks quietly, and my heart breaks a little.Just as I suspected. Her precious questions are not born from a place of defiance, or rejection…It’s something she was taught and has held carefully in her heart for so long.I crouch slightly so I am at her level, and her beautiful brown eyes blink curiously at me. She reminds me of when my little one was… little.I pinch her cheek a bit, and she giggles softly.“Tell me, darling… What is a sin?” I ask softly, and she answers immediately, like she has practised it before.“It’s something that hurts people,” she says, and I nod. Letting her speak on.“Sin is something bad. Something your heart tells you isn’t good. It’s something God said not to do.” She adds, and I let out a small breath.“That’s a very thoughtful answer,” I reply as I take her delicate little hands in mine, and I notice that now, she looks… unsure.“Now, darling, let’s think about it together,” I say, and she nods eagerly.I glance br
Since we're at chapter 166, the chapter will be longer now as a reward for coming this far, my loves.(✿◠‿◠)****David;‘Dear Diary…I am writing this today… because I have no one to talk to. I feel alone. I feel lost. I know there are people around me who love me. My mom, my dad, Rosalina… But I’v
Salvatore;David is actually doing it. He’s winning!!My heart, however, dies in my chest when Dimitri suddenly grabs his gun.No!!My head snaps up, at David, and before he can even lift the gun, David stomps on his arm, earning us a loud, pained grunt from Dimitri.He swoops down, grabs the gun,
David;Sal fell asleep. It was chaos. After he passed out, it was a hassle getting him through Dimitri’s house, back to the van, but I did. And I’m grateful for that. The entire ride back home, he’s been out cold. We’re finally back home, but I’m in no state to carry him. Or even move him up the s
Salvatore;“I just want you to choose, Sal. Make some choices that will determine Mira’s fate. That’s all. I’m placing her life in your hands… Because if I keep it in my hands… You know what I’ll do.”…..“Everything you are… the man you’ve become… The strength you possess. I gave them all to you.







