Page 79 of Eden's Deliverance

I don’t regret giving Dario a chance, either. Getting to spend my free time with him has genuinely made my life better. I don’t feel lonely anymore.

If I feel like texting him all day, he knows just how to keep up the conversation so I never feel disconnected. If I want him to come over and watch horror movies with me, he’s here within the hour, carrying popcorn and snacks. If I want to test my boundaries during sex, he’s there to listen and help me discover all the things I went to Eden hoping to find.

Maybe Eden’s role in my life was to make the connection for me to find him. If you believe in fate and all that…maybe I wasn’t meant to go to Eden to discover myself, but to discover him instead. My Pearl Prince.

I don’t mean to sound like one of those sappy fucking schoolgirls with a man crush, but Dario has been here to pick up my broken pieces…every time. When Casanova fucked up my first visit, Dario was there. When Broody stalked me to the dance floor like some creeper, Dario was there. When I was trying to glue myself together after New Year’s Eve…Dario came to me.

Not that I fucking approve of how he did it, but we talked about it, and I’ve put it aside. Whether I should have or not, I don’t know…but I do know I’m happier for having done it.

He’s theperfect gentleman when he needs to be, and a fucking demon when he wants to be. Which…I’m more than happy to accept. The way he folded me up la—

Fuckin’ A, I don’t want to read this shit. I flip to her most recent entry.

Diary,

I had the dream again…that's the third time this week. It always starts off in the middle of the night when the boys took me away from Dario. I go through the motions like I’m pressing play on the memory. They take me…they fight…I get on my knees for Broody…I bite him…and then they punish me.

Except…the punishment isn’t a punishment, because it was the hottest thing I’ve ever been a part of. Hotter than any porno I’ve ever watched. And I actually got to BE in it.

Casanova makes me take off my dress, get on Broody’s lap…then I watch him suck Broody’s cock better than I ever could. He sucks it like a fucking popsicle while staring me in the eyes, pleased with himself over the shock on my face. But I loved every minute of it, and I’d give anything to see it again.

Dario is great, he really is. But even on his best day…even when he’s full of determination to be the most indecorous partner he can be for me…he’ll never be them. I don’t want him to be, either.

They were special…one of a kind. And for a time, they were mine. I remember thinking once that they couldn’t be considered mine, because the club wasn’t exclusive…so everybody was everybody’s. But then Penelope does this thing where she talks about them, and even to this day, I get defensive.

I can’t claim them from her if she wants to pursue them…because I have Dario. It doesn’t make much sense for me to be protective over two people I haven’t seen in almost three months. And it doesn’t make sense for me to act territorial over them when I have an actual boyfriend now.

Sometimes it’s easier to live in my dreams. There’s no confusion there…just me and them. Broody hasn’t texted me or climbed my balcony…they haven’t sought me out like Dario did, so it’s clear they got over me anyway.

I can handle that, I think. As long as it’s not with Penelope. I love her with all my heart, but she still talks about them like they’re fucking meat skewers on sample for her to grab. I still haven’t told her anything, so it’s hard to convince her to stay away from them when I’m not willing to admit exactly why I want her to. She loves Dario, and she'd berate me to hell if she knew I was still having these thoughts about them.

Oh well. Off I go to sleep…at the very least, I can have them there.

So, she misses us.

That’s good to hear, I guess. Except she isn’t fucking doing anything about it and is playing content by staying with this creepy fuck, despite him literally stalking her. Not like it’s anythingCasanovaandBroodyhaven’t done…but it’s just me and Skylar. We already know where she lives by family association.

I can’t get my mind off one thing, though. I search the pages until I find exactly what I’m looking for—an entry completely dedicated to this dream she keeps having about us on New Year’s.

I want to know what it was like for her. We never got to find out exactly how she felt or whether she liked it or not. She just ran from the room, and we never saw her again, aside from the few days after…but we were Skylar and Julian then.

Diary,

Fuck my head. Fuck my life. Fuck Casanova and Broody. They’ve broken my brain to the point of absolute demolishment. I haven’t thought about them in a whole month. Ifinally started moving on and forgetting about that stupid club, those stupid men, and all the bullshit they put me through.

But now…one month later, I had a dream about the whole thing. Like, the most vivid dream I’ve ever had…and it’s super fucking inconvenient.

I barely remember anything about that night before they took me into the master bedroom, so the dream started from the point they stole me from The Prince. I was sitting on his lap when the door burst open…and I didn’t even get to see who grabbed me. I just know I was dragged off the bed and thrown over someone’s shoulder, and every time I tried to yell, they just spanked my ass. I think those fucking spanks made me even wetter than I was with The Prince right before. I think it had to have been Casanova, because he’s the only one of them who’s hit me. And I fucking like it, okay? I fucking love it.

There doesn’t seem to be any point to my morning shower jerk-off—my dick is rock fucking hard. With every word, my own memory of that night floods back to me. She may be ashamed of what happened, but I can honestly say it’s been the best night of my life.

Well, no time like the present, I guess. I sit on the bed and zip down my pants, removing my cock to fist it in one hand while I hold the journal with my other.

Nobody helped me, no matter how much I screamed. They were all either too wrapped up in their own shit, or they just thought it was a game. I guess it was…in the end. Anyway, so they carried me to the master bedroom and tossed me on the bed, but when I tried to yell at them…Casanova slapped me across the face. It’s not the first time he’s done that, but it’s the first time I really saw the full depth of his ferality…and I think that turned me on more than anything that night.

I wanted to see more of it, so I attacked him. I ran right for him, but he caught and trapped me before kissing me with more passion than I’ve ever hadsomeone give me. It was what I’d been looking for all that time when I went to Eden. And there he was…giving me everything I wanted. But I told him a half-truth and said I only showed up because Broody threatened me…being the fuck he is. Then he used those honeyed words…and convinced me to stay because even if they hurt me…I’d like it. And I hate him every day for being right about that.

I agreed to suck Broody off for him to watch, but then I remembered all the shitty things he’d done to me…and I got pissed. I tried to be good, I really did. But when Broody hurt me just for having some fucking experience…I bit him. And I’m the one who got punished for it.

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