Page 67 of In Love with the Devil

No change. I’m so desperate that once I say it again, I can’t stop. I’ll say anything he wants.“Daddy, please come in my ass,” I repeat dozens of times while digging my nails into my palms, feeling liquid wet them.

“You want it, pretty bird?”

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck my asshole. Harder. Harder, Daddy.” I repeat with every plunge as I climax until he fills me with his hot come, then faint.

When I wake up, the blindfold is already off.

“You’re awake? Sit up.”

I obey him despite my body aching so badly. I gasp and tears slip out of my eyes. Only when I stop breathing does it get better, but my lungs scream for oxygen. I look at him with pleading eyes, but he doesn’t notice. I’m too exhausted to do anything. Julian grabs something from his nightstand. I freeze, open-mouthed when I see it’s a small plate with a piece of cake and a tiny candle that he lights up. My eyes follow the lighter all the way to the top drawer in his nightstand.

“Make a wish.”

My gaze shifts between the candle and him. I could grab the candle and set this bed on fire. I could grab it and stick it in his fucking eye. But, the chances of getting that right are less than one percent.

His growing menacing smile tells me he’d just use the fire to burn me alive, then heal me. The black holes that are his eyes dare me.

I wish to get the fuck away from this sick man,is my wish.

He feeds me the cake while I stare at him in silence. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life even though I hate cake.

“Julian.” I’m surprised at how calmly I say his name.

“Yes, pretty bird?”

“May I have some water?”

“I have something better.” From the night stand, he grabs a small glass filled with milk and allows me to drink it. It’s icy cold, sweet, and soothes my sore throat.

“I put honey in it for you.”

“Thank you, Julian.”

“Of course, gorgeous.” He cups my left cheek, caresses it, and continues to feed me.

“Why do you insist on me calling you Daddy… when I need you to stop?”

Julian places the small spoon down on the plate and studies my eyes as I feel the heat leave my face. “I do not like that you believe your mother, Astoria.”

I avert my eyes from him, staring at the sheets to my right.

“Look at me. You didn’t seduce your father. Did you ever say any of those words to him?”

I shake my head slowly while biting my lip.

“I want you to learn a lesson, to learn what a girl seducing her father would say and do. Understood?”

My heart drops. He’s going to continue torturing me like this and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“I know we have our differences, but I’ve never been this happy in my life, Astoria. I’m so relieved I found you and that we waited for each other. If it would’ve been the wrong girl…” He shakes his head. “God only knows what I would’ve done to her. I would have had to kill her and keep waiting for you. Maybe even never meet you. You’re amazing, baby. I’m so excited, but we need to wait ten days before we can check if you’re really pregnant. Don’t get discouraged if we have to try again, okay? The more we stress about it, the more it could be delayed.”

God almighty, how can I escape this man? Please.

Chapter thirty-one

Like Magic

Astoria

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