Page 92 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

His reaction, while seemingly interested in my tale, stays cautiously blank as I rest my hands on my knees.

“All I’ve ever known is death and loneliness. I don’t remember what it’s like to feel needed or wanted, and I honestly don’t care to. I just want to be with my mother, and the only person that can send me to her the same way that she left me is you. Please … finish what we’ve started.”

Chapter

Ten

His body is pressed firmly against mine. He’s pulled the belt free from my robe and has undressed himself, the head of his cock positioned at my opening.

This is a man who cares about nothing other than his own pleasure.

Just like Dad,I think as I close my eyes tightly.

“Look at me, little girl,” he whispers, his breath hot against my neck as he lowers his lips to my bare skin.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want,” he says, reaching down to grab hold of his cock as he begins to push it into me.

My eyes widen at the feeling of intense pressure. I’ve never felt this before, and while it hurts a bit, I can tell that it’s something that will eventually turn into a pleasurable experience. I dig my fingers into his back as he begins to move his hips, a low moan escaping me, and he smiles in return.

“Good girl,” he whispers with a nod as he continues to fuck me. I don’t know how long something like this should last, because I’ve never stayed for the duration of his performances, but I can feel my body starting to shiver like it does when I watch him from the window.

I grind my teeth together as Duran quickens his pace, his cock ramming in and out of me, and before I know it, my cunt begins to tighten around his dick as I let out a loud moan.

“First timers never last very long,” he muses with a laugh as he pulls his cock out of me and begins to stroke it quickly.

When my breathing manages to even slightly, he puts himself back inside of me and keeps moving his hips.

It hurts.

But this is what I came for and I can’t say that I’m disappointed.

He grunts as he thrusts one last time, then pulls his dick out of me, rubbing it on my thigh. I felt him release something inside of me, and I feel like I’ve done a good enough job to get that out of him—even if I didn’t really do anything at all.

He lets out a satisfied sigh as he props himself onto his knees, whipping my robe closed.

“Tell me how you want to die now,” he says, running a hand tiredly over his face.

And that’s when I suddenly realize something.

I don’t.

Epilogue

I’m sitting on my porch sipping freshly squeezed orange juice.

It’s been a week since I left Duran’s home, and I feel like a new person.

I’ve decided that hiding in my own misery is something that no longer serves me, and maybe I do deserve to give myself a chance to see what else the world has to offer. Perhaps I’ll find someone that understands the abyss that sits silently inside ofme and won’t mind sitting in the shadows when I feel like I want to die.

Although I hope to never feel that way again, I know it’s inevitable like most things are.

As I raise the glass to my lips, I fall back to the memory of when my heart finally won the battle over my demons.

“What?”

He’s confused, angry, and more than likely feels duped, but I don’t care. I don’t want to die; I know that my mother wouldn’t want this for me. She would want me to fight like she tried to fight for me, and I refuse to let this man, who reminds me so much of my father, take my life.

He’s not worthy of the deed.

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