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That would never happen. Not with Valpar.

I gently explained my story. I didn’t provide him with gritty details, but I softly explained my story of being kept in a basement with limited food, facing numerous mental challengesof feeling unloved, and constantly seeking friendships that I never felt deserving of. My pain was more mental I felt. Had I not lived with that woman for so many years, I think my personality would be just the same as it is now.

Osirus and the sorceress didn’t change me at all. They just wiped the terrible memories away, so I could thrive like I should have from the beginning. I became who I was always meant to be. Happy. A little bit quirky.

I liked me. I liked me more when I was with Valpar, though.

Valpar’s arms wrapped around me, and he rocked me—his favorite position to have me in. He made me feel like a giant baby and I couldn’t lie—I really liked it. I liked how big he was, how over-protective he could be, because when I grew up I didn’t have that.

I liked how he fussed over me, how he bathed me and how he never let me out of his sight. It was going to be worse now, and I couldn’t wait to be a sassy little brat about it!

I beamed up at him, and using his claw, he brushed the dark locks away from my face. “And how did you get away?” Valpar murmured. “You said it was hard to sneak out.”

I played with Valpar’s hair that cascaded around us and started to braid it. “Birch came to the rescue.” I chuckled. “Birch burst through the front door; I heard it. There was a party upstairs and everyone was screaming. I heard glass break, people running out, the woman who kept me was screaming Theresa’s name and telling her she was going to call the cops.”

Valpar’s grip tightened.

“Cops are people who are supposed to help you. The cops in the town I lived in were—bad. Anyway, Mom—Theresa —held her down and Birch burst through the basement. It was at the end of summer, and I was weak because I couldn’t get food as much as I could during the school year. Mom did her best tosneak it through the window in the basement, but somehow the woman upstairs always knew.

“But Birch came in like a knight. He had his ears showing and I remember he had this cool outfit on. It felt like a dream. His sword was strapped to his side. I thought I was getting sucked into a fairy tale. He carried me upstairs and Theresa was there, and she held my hand while that woman just screamed. I worried about Theresa, but she told me not to worry that I would never see that woman ever again.”

Valpar growled low and buried his face into my neck. “She’s gone. That female. She’s dead.”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Dead? Like dead-dead?”

Valpar huffed and kissed my bruised shoulder. “Your uncle went to finish her. When he got to her home, she was dead. From those drugs she used.”

Sick satisfaction flooded me.Good.

I tried to see the good in people, give them the benefit of the doubt that maybe they were having a bad day, or an awful life. That was no excuse to make other people suffer. I’d never understand why people could be so cruel and want to see other people unhappy.

Kindness is free. Just a smile at someone from a distance can make that person’s day a little brighter. It isn’t hard.

Being angry, plotting, scheming, putting other people down, just to be mean, it seems like so much effort.

Valpar leaned over me, placing his hand over my chest. “Does my female need a happy memory to erase the sadness she is feeling?”

I squeezed my thighs together and I swear I felt my lady parts trying to suck up his thigh.

My pussy is turning into a vacuum and I’m gonna leave a hickey on his leg.

Valpar groaned when I rubbed my pussy against his thick muscle. “Female, I don’t want to take you if you are sore.”

He turned me around and my chest lined up against his. The cool air in the cabin cooled my back while my breasts were warmed by the heat of his body. A shiver ran down my spine at the different temperatures.

“Rub that wet cunt on my leg. I can feel your wet pussy coating me already.”

I whimpered, holding onto his arms. My body felt different down there, like I was seeking his cock. It was the weirdest feeling. My breathing grew heavy, and I moved my pussy against his leg.

“That’s it, my greedy little fairy. I’m going to let you ride me until you come. Only when you get off on my leg, will I give you my cock.”

Oh, Dommy Valpar is a hot Valpar.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Valpar

“I said to rubthat cunt on my leg.” I snarled into her mouth and kissed her deeply.

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