Page 113 of Dmitri

Hell, she didn’t just say it. She fucking screamed it.

I’m not gullible enough to believe she meant I owned her. It was a fluke. Like I said, I broke her. Her brain no worky no more. Neither does her body, for that matter.

Grinding my molars, I carefully free her from the cross and catch her as she collapses against me. Fear and adrenaline have been coursing through her system for hours, along with enough endorphins to knock out an elephant. I pushed her right over the edge today, and she screamedmyname at the end.

She’s falling for you, sighed the angel on my shoulder.

Good, use that to your advantage, tipped the devil on my other side.

Cautiously placing her in the tub, I get water running and dump a bunch of bath salts in. Cocooning her between my legs, keeping her close to my chest, I hold her as the tub fills. Her body’s been through a lot. Not just with me, but with whoever owns her.

Holding her hand, I lace our fingers together and study the burn scar on her wrist. It’s ugly. The thought of someone bringing Daelyn pain, branding her like she’s cattle, has me seeing red.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I count to ten and relax. She’s safe with me. Always will be.

To make sure I don’t add to her misery, I massage the parts of her I can reach. Rough sex can bring on some serious cramps afterwards, and if I can minimize them, I will.

Her body fits so perfectly with mine. So soft. So beautiful. So real. I think that’s what I’m attracted to most about her. I’m not a fantasy for Daelyn like I am for the members of the Monarch. I’m an equal. She’s a fighter, like me. She endures, like me. She hurts, like me.

When I make it to the joining of her thighs, I gently caress her pussy, feeling the slickness there as my cum finally leaks out of her. My girl lasted exactly seven hours and thirteen minutes in that playroom. She took everything I gave her.

I think I’m in love.

No, you’re not, you’re just in a nice headspace, the Devil says, poking my heart with his pitchfork.

Mmmm but it’s so nice to be here finally. It’s been a while, says the dipshit angel floating away on a cloud.

Ever since I was a kid, I always imagined having these two angels playing tug of war with my conscience. It makes me stay humble and aware.

“As long as I draw breath, I’ll never let anything bad happen to you,” I whisper against Daelyn’s ear.

She’s still out cold.

Keeping her against my chest, I cup my hands and pour warm water down her exposed skin. Then I snag a washcloth from the little basket to my right and use it to gently wash her face. Man, she’s got a lot of hair. It’s tangled and damp and sticking to everything. Gathering as much as I can in this position, I try to twist it, so it’ll stay up. The whole knot unravels the instant I let it go and all her good smelling hair falls into my face.

Some of it tickles my nose and I sneeze.

We stay in the tub where I keep reheating the washclothI’ve placed across her tits until I think the bath salts have done all they’re going to do for her. Getting out is tricky, but I manage.

“Daelyn,” I say, trying to wake her.

Her head flops back on my shoulder. “Don’t go.”

Sitting on the edge of the tub with her on my lap, my arm wrapped around her waist to keep her upright, I dry her off. “I’m not going anywhere, but you gotta wake up for me, baby.”

“Stop.”

I freeze, my brow furrowing. “Am I hurting you?”

“Don’t do this.”

She’s lost me. “Don’t do what? I’m just trying to dry you off, Dae.”

“Please don’t make me do this.” Her breaths punch out in short bursts. “Stop, stop, stop!” Daelyn jerks herself upright, her eyes flying open in panic.

I let go immediately, and she slips off my lap and crashes onto the floor. “Oomph!”

Do I touch her or not? “Daelyn.”

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