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I think she will come around. She has already gotten pretty comfortable with me. I have nothing but patience for her. I still have one fucking problem. I only have a little over four months to get her to commit.

I might need to push her boundaries sooner than I thought.

She finishes most of her soup and sandwich and sits back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. It’s almost like she sees something I don’t.

“Do you want to lie in bed?”

She continues to stare as if she is caught in a trance.

“No.”

She answers without looking at me.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

Her question catches me off guard. I don’t typically watch movies, but I’ll do whatever she wants tonight. She has me wrapped around her finger. I have only felt guilty three times in my life. When my mother died, when my sister died, and when Evelyn was taken from me. So if she wants to watch a movie— I’ll watch the goddamn movie.

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Evelyn

We sit on the second floor of Dante’s home, curled up on a sectional, watching The Shining. He was surprised by my movie choice, but it is one of my favorite films, and Stephen King is one of my favorite authors. I needed a comfort movie.

My head is nestled in his chest, and he has an arm wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly. His warmth soothes me, and I feel safe in hisembrace.You are safe with him.

I lean down to grab my bottle of water. I have been extremely thirsty after being brought back to his house. Granted, I refuse to drink anything out of a glass right now. I’m pretty paranoid that I will be drugged again. I know Dante wouldn’t do that to me, but I still don’t like the possibility.

I set the bottle back down and return to my position. I look up at him, admiring his sharp jawline and dark features. I love how his tattoos hug his neck. He is my wet dream. That’s for sure.

He turns his head, catching me gawking at him.

“Did you want to watch the movie, or watch me?”

My blush paints my cheeks. I was watching the movie, but I think I like watching him more. He strokes my cheek with his fingers softly, and I melt into his touch. Closing my eyes to feel the sensation. I never want to forget what that feels like.Give yourself to him.

I open my eyes and see him staring at my parted lips. He skates his across my lip, sliding them down to my neck, where he gives me a gentle squeeze.

I close my eyes and tilt my head back, exposing my neck to him. I crave his touch. I want to feel whole again. He makes me feel alive. I want him more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.

His hand releases from my throat, and he travels it lower, gently massaging my breast. I open my heavy eyes to watch him. He has a primal look in his eye, like he is about to attack his prey.You are his prey.

I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth as he circles my nipple with his finger softly. He removes his hand and gently runs his fingers up into the back of my hair. I close my eyes again, just living in the moment, enjoying his touch. He gently tugs back, and a whimper escapes from my lips.

I hear him let out a groan as he leans forward, kissing my neck. I lean into his kiss, welcoming him, allowing him to devour me if he wants to.

He sinks his teeth into my neck, and it feels like heaven. I feel like when he touches me, I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I don’t feel worthless. I feel so wanted. I don’t feel shame anymore. I can be myself with him. He lit a fire inside of me, and I never want him to put it out.

I reach my hand out and place it on the bulge in his pants. He swiftly grabs my wrist to remove my hand as he removes himself from my neck. His lips hover over my sensitive flesh.

“Don’t.”

His tone is dark and daring as if he is about to break.

“Please… let me touch you…”

I don’t recognize my voice.

“If I let you, I don’t know if I will be able to stop.”