Page 234 of Unravelling The Beast

“You don’t want or need to know some of the things I’ve fucking done.”

I inhale deeply before responding.

“But what if I really want to? What if I want to know more about you? Will we be together for years to come without me knowing a thing about your past?”

I see the hesitation all over his face and then he closes his eyes briefly while I continue.

“Tell me something about your youth before you became a father or fell in love. You said to me today that your childhood wasn’t the best.Tell me how."

When he opens his eyes again, I can still see his hesitation.

“You’re opening a can of worms of memories, Wren, which you might not come back from or look at me the same way again.”

As his hands move down my thighs, I take them in mine, entwining our fingers and bringing them to my lips, kissing each of them while keeping eye contact, and I speak against them.

“Nothing you say will ever change my feelings for you, my king. I promise there will be no judgments here.”

He takes a big breath before he begins.

“I started working with my dad when I was younger, in my early teens.”

I give a small nod.

“What did this work entail?”

He looks deep into my eyes before responding.

“Everything horrific you can imagine.”

I look at him, confused.

“Can you elaborate? What was the worst thing you ever did?”

He sighs before sounding a warning as he glances away.

“Wren…”

“Please, baby, tell me.”

When his eyes meet mine again, he takes another deep breath.

“My parents taught me when I was young that I needed to become dominant in every single aspect of my life, just like my dad was.”

I slowly nod, waiting for him to continue.

“My first time fucking was with an older woman, well, much older than me and experienced. I was only thirteen.”

My eyes widen and my mouth drops open.

“What?”

He gives a small nod before continuing.

“Once every month or so, my dad would leave me at these places and I was fucking adult women for months, but then it got worse.”

My eyebrows rise, wondering how it can get any worse than that.

“How so?”

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