Page 34 of Little Darling

Obsessively.

But what I did share with her, what she saw—Dolly embraced it, just as I embraced the pieces she deemed broken within herself.

Over the past few months, we had settled into this life together. We went into town weekly, mainly to get Dolly out of the cabin and to socialize. She was learning Romanian, and I loved watching her practice nightly.

We wandered the narrow cobblestone streets, and although I let her take the lead, I was always close by, always watching and protecting her. We explored the forest—or more so my little darling did. I loved watching the wonder filter through her eyes as she took in every little detail of her surroundings.

I knew I'd be leaving my life behind when I committed to taking her. But my life—my profession—was one that would have me disappearing with the snap of a finger.

Being a contract killer, a paid for hire murderer for a living made it easy to just…disappear.

It was also a profession that helped the twisted hunger my inner darkness craved.

When I knew Dolly was as deep into me as I was with her, I’d given her the choice—the choice to go anywhere as long as I was right there beside her. She could have her freedom but only with me by her side.

But for now, this cabin in the Romanian woods was where she wanted to stay.

I was brought back to the present when I felt her sharp nails scoring my forearm as I pumped one, then two fingers into her tight little cunt. She was drenched, the sound making that apparent as my digits pumped in and out of her, her juices drenching my hand and her inner thighs.

I was hard as fucking steel, my cock throbbing, and my balls were full with the need to fill her up. I pumped into her three more times before removing my hand from her pants and bringing those fingers to my mouth to suck them clean.

“Mmm, so fucking good.” But it was the sight of her hand resting on her belly that had my chest tightening. She was just beginning to show now. Her stomach was ever-so-slightly rounded beneath the soft fabric of her over-sized sweater.

“I love seeing your belly growing because of me.” The knowledge thatmybaby was there, safe inside of her, sent a surge of possessiveness through me. It was with an intensity that heightened my desire to keep her safe because now I had not only her to watch over but our child as well.

I placed my hand over hers, and Dolly smiled up at me, her eyes softening as we said nothing while we just rested our palms over her bump.

Having a life with someone—sharing any part of myself—wasn’t something I ever thought I’d experience. But a baby? I had never imagined that for myself in any thought I’d had about where I saw myself going.

And yet, here we were. She was mine. And this baby was mine. Completely and irrevocably. With me and Dolly, there was no line between love, possession, and the lengths I'd go to keep this life.

Our baby may be born into this life we’d built together through so much darkness, but this was our perfect, twisted life. The world outside and what society would think about where it concerned us no longer mattered.

It was nothing but background noise.

And my Dolly anchored me in ways that no one ever had, and no one else ever would. I consumed her the way she did me. We were a part of each other now and forever.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to her temple and breathing her in. “Are you still happy here? With me?” I asked her quietly, the same question I asked her regularly.

Though, I already knew the answer.

She looked up at me. Her gaze searched mine, and then she nodded gently. “I’ve never been happier. And every time you ask me, Lars, that feeling only grows.”

I smiled, a dark, satisfied feeling settling in my chest. “Good, sweetheart,” I murmured, my hand curling ever so slightly on her belly. “No going back.”

“Never,” she said, her perfect lips lifting with a dark smile of her own.

The End.

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