“Cole,” she gasps as I continue down, slicing it clean in two.
“I’m sure Daddy can buy you a new one. They seem to have more money than sense, after all.”
“I don’t take any more than necessary from them. I want nothing to do with them.”
As much as I want to know about her parents, it’s Timothy that I want answers on right now. I need to know if he laid a finger on her and how badly I’m going to need to hurt him in return.
The fabric falls open, exposing her naked body beneath. She doesn’t shy away from the fact that she’s bare while I’m sitting here fully clothed.
She owns it, and fuck if it doesn’t make my cock weep for her.
“Did he hurt you?”
“Physically? No.”
“Emotionally?”
“What do you think?” she spits as I trail my knife down between the valley of her breasts before circling her navel, hoping the whole time that I leave evidence of my journey on her skin.
“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.”
“He never meant to hurt me. Things just… got out of control.”
“How?”
“It got too serious too fast. We were forbidden. We shouldn’t have gone down the road we did. I, for one, was certainly too young for it.”
“So you were found out and shipped here just for a forbidden relationship?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“If you think I believe that’s all there is to it, then you clearly must not know me all that well.”
I drop one hand back to her center. She soaked the sheet beneath her with her need to be touched by me, and I can’t help but groan as I rub at her swollen clit.
“Do you still talk to him?”
“We’re not allowed contact.”
“But you’re all the way over here. How would they know?”
“He… he’s still there.”
“They didn’t banish him too?”
“Nope.”
Fuck. That’s gotta hurt.
“Cole, please.”
“What do you need, Little Dove?”
“You. I… I need you to make it stop.”
I’ve no idea if she means that s
he wants me to stop torturing her or to make her forget—either way, I oblige.