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I whisper against her skin, “Show me how much of a good girl you are, Zinnia. Coat my cock in your cream so I can shoot my load so far into you that my cum will be dripping from your cunt for days.”

Her back arches and her body vibrates against mine. I press against her harder, anchoring her and ready to catch her when she falls, ready to put her back together when she shatters. Her moans wrap around us, carrying us both to the edge of something I never knew existed, but want to experience.

Something like joy. Something like love.

It’s right there and I stand at the precipice.

“Elio,” she screams as her walls tighten around me and my thrusts become sloppy with how fucking good her wet heat feels wrapped around me.

My balls draw up and the tingles which I’ve been trying to ignore cover my skin and demand respect, demand recognition.

As she falls over, her delicate fingers tighten on mine, and she pulls me right over with her.

We fall together, free and clear of the pain, of the power, of the threatening darkness.

I fill her with my cum and her pussy milks it from me as I hold her against the shower wall. It is only by sheer force of will that I don’t collapse. If I did and she came tumbling down with me, she could be hurt and that is something I will not allow. I’ll never allow it.

Mine.

It rings true in my heart and through panted breaths I murmur, “You’re mine.”

Her fingers slide through my hair as she clings to me, her breathing a desperate rhythm which I know there is no hope of getting under control.

“I’m yours,” she whispers back.

In this moment I can feel it. She blossoms. She will never know pain again if I can help it. I’ll shield her from it.

CHAPTER 6

ZINNIA

As I move to the music, suspended above and able to look out at the bodies on the dance floor, comfort fills me. This isn’t the dance I dreamed of when I was a little girl. I dreamed of being a prima ballerina dancingSwan Lakein front of an adoring crowd who knew my name.

This is different. I’m nameless. I’m faceless. I am simply a body moving to the music. There is freedom here I didn’t know could satisfy me.

Elio thinks everyone, especially men, are watching me, but I know it’s not true. Most people in the club are focused on their own needs and wants. They don’t see me as a person, they don’t even watch me. I’m simply a prop.

I’m more okay with it than I would expect considering I was chasing the lights and the accolades for so long. This feels good though. I can dance, letting the music fuel me while my movements bring me peace, but without the pain.

I’ve been dancing in a cage for almost a week now and every night Elio has taken me to his home. I have a closet full of clothing there and a man who worships me. I was afraid to touch the clothes at first. A pang of jealousy hit my heart when he first led me into his huge closet the morning after my first night dancing. The same night when he buried his cock deep inside of me and claimed a part of myself, I didn’t even know was up for grabs.

I glanced around and gritted out through my teeth, “Why are you showing me another woman’s clothes?” I gasped as my eyes rounded and horror filled me. “Are you married? Did I have sex with a married man?”

Elio closed the small distance between us, his hand wrapping around my throat and holding me still. He didn’t squeeze, he didn’t hurt me in any way, but his dominance washed over me and helped to quell the panic rising inside of me.

“Zinnia,” my name was a prayer and an admonishment on his tongue, “if I were married, I would never betray my queen.”

There was a weight in his eyes as he spoke those words to me and the reality that he calls me his little queen filtered through my head. It was too much to believe in right then as panic and fear still tinged the edge of my consciousness.

I took a deep breath and gave him a nod. “Okay,” I sounded unsure, even to my own ears.

Elio slowly released my neck as if to make sure I wasn’t going to freak out or run. When he was satisfied, he smiled at me. It wasn’t the grins I had seen from him before. This one was huge, as if it were breaking through the clouds to shine down on me. He looked so damn handsome, and I realized smiling was something he gave up on long ago.

I felt powerful. I was able to make him smile, and I didn’t even do anything. Still, he bestowed it upon me like a gift wrapped in gold and shimmering with possibilities.

“These are yours,” his eyes were alight with happiness as he swept his arm out to indicate half of his closet filled with clothing.

My eyebrows shot up as I looked around with fresh eyes. That’s when I noticed the tags still on the clothing surrounding us. I took in the variety, but all of it was high end. It was clothing I would never have the hope of affording and he was, seemingly, just giving it to me.

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