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I curse silently as I struggle between want and need. I know I want her. There was no use denying it. My want for her varies in many ways. I want her to be safe, which is why it now makes sense why I did what I did back then. Why I helped her when she got in trouble in the set and why I made sure that those who scammed her grandmother paid. I want her to feel safe and I want her to know that she can be safe with me. This is a mockery because I might want those things for her, but it doesn’t change the fact that I have needs.

He said brusquely. "I don't know Brandt!" She cried out, not wanting punishment. Her confusing thoughts were still swirling, she blurts, "I'm afraid I might be some needy little girl to you. I don't know how to be what you need." That was part of it. "Honey. If you are feeling needy, I have plenty to give you. I held your big fucking titties and licked your fat pussy. I know you are all woman. And I don't have a problem telling you and teaching you exactly what I need. We are going to start this weekend."

Those five days were enough to make him understand that it wasn’t just her body he wants. He needs her. It’s just her. Only her that he wants. That he needs. Yes, he desires to touch her but not because of lust. She has become his need. Those five days he didn’t miss her body, he just missed her. Her presence, her those innocent eyes, her beautiful face. And it was beyond his imagination as well. He wasn’t a fan of making decisions through his heart. He prefers using his brain and from the day he started understanding what the real world is like. He never opened his heart using it is a far thing.

"To all of you. Together." She looked at each of them. "I came here broken and running. You all helped me heal. But I handled that healing badly. I became so focused on being strong that I forgot strength without connection is just destruction." She paused. "I was scared that needing you meant being weak. But that's not true. Needing you means being human." Hunter squeezed her hand.

I know she wants me to come save her. I can treat her so much better than he can. I can make love to her so good that she would never want to leave my side. I would always ensure to take care of her needs and wants before my own. I would always treat her like a proper princess and ensure she is always happy. Just the thought of having her in my arms one day, got my excited. I got up from my chair and locked my bedroom door, before I remotely turned the camera to face her naked body and I slowly put my hand in my pants and closed my eyes as I slipped into heaven.

"He's not..." Maybe he is. He did tell me he was desperate too that night, and he has been making subtle touches at me throughout the day. I'm not sure how Ark see's it, thought. Ark tilts his head to the side, the lamp light casting a mellow glow over his skin. "Why do you care so much about what he thinks, anyway?" "I need to find a husband. Not only may it improve my standings with the people, but it will give me more protection." I make at step at him, trying to convince him.

A few hours of pretending she matters to someone? She grips her hair with both hands, pulling until her scalp burns, until the physical pain drowns out the thoughts spiraling through her head. He’s using you, the voice whispers. He’s using your body. Using your desperate need for attention. And you’re letting him because you’re pathetic. Because you’ve always been pathetic. That’s why no one wants her. That’s why her father can’t look at her. That’s why Cassandra spent years making her invisible. Because deep down, some part of her has always been this—this needy, desperate thing that would do anything for scraps of affection.

“She's in need of blood” .

I persist. "Well honey, he is. . . Umm." She fidgets looking at him who in return nods and gives her an encouraging smile. "Look, I don't want you to hate me but, as a woman I have needs once in a while, and those needs can only be resolved by a man and you know–" "Really Mum? I don't need graphics detailed images of what your needs are, you know?" I chastise cutting her off. "So he's like your sex buddy or are you guys on friends with benefits level?" I inquire with a raised brow

“You read.” “Yes, sir,” she admitted. “Not just the instructions,” he said. “Books. Papers. Anything that teaches you.” She nodded. “I taught myself. I’ve always liked to learn.” He walked closer, eyes scanning the titles on the shelves. “Impressive,” he said finally. “Most people your age care about nothing but appearances. You… don’t.” “I don’t have the luxury,” she said softly. Her mother was sick. Bills were piling. Survival left no room for distraction.