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Now, when a fairy tale faded to black, after the prince had defeated the dragon and swept the princess back to his castle, I knew what was really happening.
They weren’t having a tea party.
They were fucking.
They were fucking like animals.
Fuck. I spent half the night with a hand between my legs, feeling so wonderfully corrupted by the thought that there was even more to my childhood stories than I could have ever imagined.
Not only that, but I had actually gotten to experience that naughty side that most of these writers didn’t have the guts to share.
As I read, that dead little girl in me rose… and then fell again, only to be buried beneath the earth once and for all. In her place, grew a woman. A fully formed woman. A woman who knows what it’s like to lead. A woman who knows what it’s like to dream. A women who knows what it’s like to fuck.
I might as well have been reborn.
At least, that’s what I tell myself—though, I may be acting a little dramatic. It’s been that long since I was able to get lost in a grand tale. It’s nice to think of myself as a heroine again, and not just a victim.
It was overwhelming, and I guess I passed out halfway through one of the stories, because it feels like the words are branded onto my face as I carefully pull myself out of bed and place my feet on the floor.
Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I look around the empty room, which just last night was filled with so many wonders.
Wonders that didn’t just come with the books.
Leonid and I...
Holy hell. We fucked like two wild animals, fully unleashed.
… And then he even cooked me dinner.
Sure, it was just some slightly burnt bacon, but the thought behind it almost blew me away.
And he wasn’t done there, either. At first, when he lead me to that dark, musty basement, I was scared for my life.
Men like Leonid usually keep their basements in use for work and work only. As I stood in the doorway, covered only by his long t-shirt, all I could think about was the dungeon he must have waiting for me down there.
But then he said the magic word.
Books.
And I couldn’t feel fear anymore. Hell, I’m still fearless as I wobble up onto my feet.
Well, I’m not entirely fearless. Right now, I’m afraid that I might fall onto my ass. Because no matter how deeply I breathe, or how slowly I step, the soreness in my legs is unavoidable.
But I’m parched, and I force myself to limp over to the bathroom for a few big gulps from the tap.
The second that I quench my thirst, though, another desire takes hold of me.
My stomach rumbles and my gaze peers out of the bathroom door, towards my nightstand. There’s nothing on it. No food, no pitcher. Nothing.
What time is it?
Rubbing my eyes again, I look into the bathroom mirror.
Strangely enough, my reflection doesn’t look so bad. Sure, my hair is a mess and I haven’t put on any make-up in who knows how long now, but there’s a glow to me that I don’t think I’ve ever noticed before.
… But is it from the books or from the fucking?
Shit. I’m not a virgin anymore.
