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“I love you, and I want to feel all of you," she repeats, a shy smile growing on her flushed face.
Guilt churns in my gut. She has not been my only one. I still fuck around. Candice is my go-to girl, as is her friend Mindy, and a couple of the dancers at the strip club.
Sofia squeezes my hand, and I look at her again. I shake my head, then lean down and kiss her passionately. I won't think about that, about how I haven’t now, nor will I ever be faithful. I don't love her.
Yes, you do!Fucking subconscious can go fuck himself.
I give my hard cock another squeeze, then climb over her. I lean down, giving her a quick kiss, balancing on my right arm so I don't squish her as I run my finger along the seam of her cunt. I grab my cock, running it over her clit and entrance, then press forward.
"Are you ready, malyshka?" I ask, and she looks up at me with a beautiful smile. It’s a smile just for me. She wraps her arms around me.
"I've waited years for you, my dark prince. Take me." Then she wraps her legs around my waist, and I press forward slowly. Fuck, she's so tight, wet, and hot. I get halfway in before meeting her barrier. She stills, flinching. I lean down and press a loving kiss to her mouth, coaxing it open before running my tongue along the seam of her lips. When granted entrance, my tongue dives in at the same time I plunge forward with my hips, breaking her virginity. She screams into my mouth and tenses. Tears leak from her eyes as I break the kiss.
"Fuck Sofia, you're so tight," I say with a low groan. Another little tear slides down her face, and I lick it up. She starts to wiggle.
"Move, please, Damian. I'm okay now." She whimpers, trying to move her hips to get me going. I gently pull out, then drive in hard. I groan while she whimpers again, and that's all it takes. I angle my hips and lift her ass up a little to hit the right spot, then fuck her deep and hard. She moans loudly as she tightens around me, strangling my cock. I can feel her coming again.
"Fuck baby, that's it. Come on, my cock, my dirty little slut, that's it." I growl and fuck her harder. Her cunt tightens around my cock, so tight I fear it'll snap and piston into her through her orgasm. She screams. I thrust into her eight more times, riding her aftershocks. I groan loudly as my cum pulses out into her, filling her insides. I lean over her and place my face against her neck, lightly kissing her as my breathing evens out. Fuck, that was good.
"You okay, printsessa? I didn't hurt you, did I?" I rasp and I lift my head to look into her eyes, worried I took her too hard. She meets my gaze with all the love in the world, and my heart races.
"That was perfect, handsome. Thank you for always loving me the way you do." My guts twist at her words. I don't want to feel guilty after what we just did.
I pull out, making her wince. I gaze down, seeing a mixture of her blood and cum, and my cum all over my cock and between her thighs. Fuck. My cock hardens again. Fuck, that's a good sight.
I bend and kiss her bare pubic bone, before sliding from the bed and heading to the bathroom. I run the hot water and clean myself up before taking a hand towel, wetting it, and returning to Sofia, who still lays in the same position. I clean her up, making her flinch a little. I throw the soiled towel into the bathroom. I pick her up, pull the sheets back, and then lay her down. Climbing in after her, I pull the sheets back over us.
Humming happily, she lays her head in the crook of my neck, breathing me in. She falls asleep, cuddling up to me, the words "I love you” whispered across my cheek. I hold her tighter, chanting in my head:I have not fallen, I have not fallen.My subconscious laughs at me.
six
Sofia – Age 19
He keeps stroking his finger along the inside of my legs; he seems miles away in thought, which is a little scary since he is driving. It's a good thing I trust his instincts, though. The hussy in me wants him to go higher, but the good girl in me says, “Do not ruin his surprise.” I look at him again, and I smile. I guess the good girl wins. He seems so content. I love this look on him; it's one of my favorites. I know he was pissed when he saw my bruise, and so far, I've managed to lie my way through all the abuse I receive every day from Mattia, my mother's guard. She stopped hitting me two years ago, instead, she just gets drunk to help get her through the fuck sessions she has with the men and her personal guard, who then takes advantage when she passes out to come to find me. I'm still pissed that he ripped two of my favorite dresses that Damian bought for me. I'm just lucky this dress I'm wearing now was in the bathroom when I ran and locked myself in there to stop his assault from going any further than it already had. My face hurts like a bitch, though.
As my relationship with Damian progresses, the more subdued my mother has become. It's like she can't even look at me anymore, and when she does, I see regret, pity, and sorrow, and I don't know what's worse—the abuse she gave me for years or the fact that she can't stand to be anywhere near me.
The current bruise on my face was from Mattia, my mother's 6ft bodyguard. I told her about my date, and she screamed at me and begged me not to go. When I refused, she started calling me a whore. It's one of the few times I've snapped and mouthed back at her. I said something about Damian at least loving me—it was harsh, and I know I shouldn't have said it. I know she loves my father, and I know she's sleeping with his men to get his attention. The problem is, it's sending him further away and her further down the path of destruction. I don't even know why they started stepping out on each other in the first place because just before we met the Volkovs, they were madly in love. I remember giggling every time I'd walk into a room and catch them kissing or just randomly dancing. The best time was when they used to make me pancakes together; they used to always end up with big, messy flour fights.
I miss those days.
I did feel guilty when I mouthed back because I do remember the good times. I know I shouldn't after everything she's done, but she is still my mother, and I love her. She went red and stormed out the back door, leaving me confused. Mattia saw this as an opportunity, though, and I couldn't grasp it quickly enough to make a run for it. I was still confused, staring at the backdoor where my mother exited, feeling tremendously guilty for wanting to make her hurt as she did me all these years when I heard her car drive off. I then noticed his steps approaching me quickly, which snapped me out of my trance. I slowly started to walk backward, knowing I only had a small opportunity to run for it. Still, unfortunately, I didn't make it quick enough.
He grabbed a hold of me tight, before growling, "You need to learn your place, whore."
His right hand slid to my private area under my dress, causing me to freeze, but when I finally unfroze enough to scream, he placed his left hand over my mouth and then rubbed hard on my pantie-covered crotch. I started to cry, terrified, and began to struggle, but he just chuckled. His hand left my mouth and went to my breast, pinching it hard, which made me whimper in pain as I bit my lip to try and keep the sound from coming out of my mouth, causing me to split it. His fingers went to the side of my panties, about to move the fabric. But I refused to be his victim, so I bent my head forward and slammed it back. I heard a crunch before he started swearing up a storm, and I managed to pull out of his grip and run. I managed to just get a few feet away when he grabbed my arm, ripping my dress in the process, and spun me to face him. Blood was pouring out of his nose, and he had pulled his fist back while I leaned back a little to try and dodge his fist. He still, unfortunately, got my eye, but thankfully I wasn't close enough to feel the full force, just close enough for it to fucking hurt and bruise. I stumbled back a little, but then managed to kick him hard in his family jewels and run upstairs, hearing him roar in anger.
I locked myself in my room before he could even get close to me, and I stayed there until I knew Damian was outside the gates.
Mattia scares me; he keeps touching me without my consent every time my mother walks out of the room. He's still adamant that he's going to take my virginity, even though I've already handed it over to the love of my life, my best friend. It was magical, and he made it special and perfect, but Mattia was just waiting for the right moment to strike, thinking my virtue was still intact. That's why I spend most of my time behind my locked door.
I pay attention to Damian again, leaving my thoughts where they should stay. Damian's had this surprise planned since Paris; he let slip that he wanted a special date when I was nineteen, on our second anniversary. Thankfully, because it's June, the weather is nice, even at five in the evening.
He slows the car, and I finally look out the window.
"Oh my, God," I gasp. He's pulled up to our beach in the Hamptons, and just off the shoreline is a picnic on a blanket, candles scattered around. I turn and look at Damian, and he's already looking at me, smirking. He leans over, then kisses me gently before getting out and rounding the SUV to my side, opening the door for me while taking hold of my hand. He pulls me toward the picnic area he's created, helping me sit on the blanket. He follows, sitting close behind me so I'm leaning against his chest.
"I thought we could have dinner and watch the sunset. What do you say, malyshka?" he asks, and I turn my head a little to lean over and kiss him.
