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I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before pulling her closer with my hand at the back of her head. “What we do is up to us, and no matter who’ll know eventually, I want you to embrace your love for me. Because I will do the same for you.”

Her eyes were locked on mine, and without saying a word, I knew exactly what she was thinking.

If I wear to leave her, she’d be lost.

And she knew that all too well.

“But what if they try to break what we have?”

“They can try, but they won’t ever succeed,” I promised, searching her face for some kind of realization that what I was saying was the truth.

The truth is that you’re sick. You’re messing with her the same way you’re messing with yourself.

“Fuck others. Fuck whatever your mind is telling you, and listen to your heart. It beats for me, sweet girl. I know it does, and when you realize it, you’ll see that mine is only beating for you.”

Her hand moved to my chest where she could feel my heartbeat, and after she struggled to push those negative thoughts out of her mind, she smiled at me and nodded to agree with me.

“We belong,” she whispered.

“Yeah, we do,” I said with a proud grin, placing my lips on hers.

Her arms wrapped around my neck and I pulled her closer with my hands on her lower back, making her crotch meet mine and feel how much my body reacted to hers.

I needed to catch up on some things with her, and right after dinner, I would show her just how much I not only loved her, but also her body.

*

I had put Sitka back on the leash and tied her to the side of the cabin so she could have the option of staying inside or in the snow.

Right now, she was inside taking a nap.

It was late, and after we had our dinner, we took the blankets out of the treehouse to cuddle up next to the fire to keep warm.

Vespyr was sitting in front of me, leaned against the trunk of the tree I was sitting on, and with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

She was sitting on a cut-up piece of tarp to not get wet from the snow, and I had wrapped my arms around her shoulders, my hands crossing over her chest.

“Remember those dreams you told me about?” I asked, looking down as she turned her head to meet my gaze.

“I remember all of them vividly, yes.”

“Have you had any of those dreams again lately?”

She shook her head. “I rarely have them when you’re sleeping next to me. I also stopped sleepwalking. You never tied me to the treehouse again,” she said with a smile.

“Did you like it?”

“Being tied?”

I nodded.

“Yes.”

“And how’s your back? Did you like the feeling of the knife cutting through your skin?”

“I liked it because you did.”

Brainwashed.

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