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Suddenly, he’s kissing me, hard.
His tongue tangles with mine, swirling his cum across my lips as I fucking melt against him.
When he pulls away, his eyes are still locked on mine.
“Leave the rest where it is,” he growls. “I want to see my cum on your pretty face while we have our meal.”
Yep, I’ve officially gone off the deep end into Drazenland. Which is basically the insanity and danger of Willy fucking Wonka’s bizarro factory, but with less everlasting gobstoppers and oompa loompas and more sexual experiences that fling me miles past anything I’ve ever even dreamed of.
I am not complaining.
After dinner, and after Drazen kisses me goodnight…again…I head back to my room to shower and get ready for bed. When I step out of the bathroom later, wrapped in a towel, I frown when my gaze lands on my bed.
Or rather, the box sitting on it.
Curiosity simmers in my veins as I sit on the edge of the bed with the box on my lap and open it. Instantly, my hand flies to my mouth, my eyes brimming with tears as they widen.
Oh my God…
The box is filled with photographs.
Of me.
Me, my mother, and my father.
Tears trickle down my cheeks, blurring my vision as I sift through the dozens of photos and stare at them in awe. Most are of just me, laughing and giggling as a small kid. Riding a bike down a huge gravel driveway with high walls and an immense iron gate at the end.
Me eating pizza.
Me drawing a picture, or on a computer. Me watching The Lion King on a huge couch or playing Goldeneye on a Nintendo 64 in what looks like a pool house.
But others include them, too.
My parents.
My dad, with his strong, tall, and broad-shouldered frame, and a black mustache that honestly suits him. He doesn’t smile much in the photos. But there’s a few with a slight grin, usually when I’m in his arms or laughing next to him.
And then there’s my mom. When I see those ones, my heart wrenches. She really does look just like me: like an older sister, not a mother. We’ve got the same hair, and the same face and eyes. Same legs, same smile.
I flip through photo after photo of her laughing on a swing with me in her arms. She and I baking cookies, or blowing out what’s clearly her birthday cake candles together.
The tears flow hot down my face, and my sobs fill my ears—so loudly that I don’t even realize he’s entered the room until I feel his thumb brush across my cheek.
I jolt, startled by his touch. When I look up at him, my heart surges as our eyes lock.
“How…” I choke. “I barely have any from…from before…”
“Your house is gone,” he growls quietly. “After…everything…it was sold and eventually torn down. Most of what was inside was sold at auction.”
He nods at the box in my hands as he kneels in front of me.
“I’ve been tracking down whatever I could. This finally arrived just now while you were showering, after I found it in an antiques shop in Dubrovnik. I know it’s not much, but I thought?—”
I shove the box aside and wrap my arms around him, silencing him. My face presses tightly into the crook of his neck as I crawl into his lap and his embrace, snuggling as tightly into him as I can.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“You’re welcome.”
