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I don’t say anything, just collapse to the floor as she releases my wrists, my ankles.I want to be lost in this wave forever, so tranquil almost.

“My silly boy…Look at what a mess you are.”Her voice is calm, affectionate, warm.“Let’s go run you a nice warm bath and clean up these cuts, hey?”

I don’t say anything.I’m not sure I can.I’m spent.

Danica lays down next to me on the floor, stroking my cheek gently.“My goodest boy.”

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Chapter eight

Aftercare

IpullDante’ssleepingbody closer to me.I love how his skin feels against mine, his fresh and naked skin.

He murmurs softly in his sleep, nestling his face deeper into my bosom.

I stroke his hair, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.Poor boy, so exhausted.I can’t blame him.His body took a lot of punishment tonight.I trust him to let me know when he’s had enough, but sometimes I worry he doesn’t even know his own limits.

After taking him down from the cross, we'd just laid on the floor for some time.Dante was breathing heavily, still lost in subspace somewhere.I'd just held his hand as he floated back to me in his own time, close enough but still giving him space.

When he'd finally found his way back to me, I ran him a bath and helped his exhausted body into the steaming water.Dante winced when the water touched his fresh cuts.Pain had flashed over his face but only momentarily before he pushed it down again.The things he must have endured in his life…

My immediate instinct is always to try and soothe his pain.I hate seeing him hurt.But it isn’t the physical pain he needs saving from—the closer I get to him, the more I realize that.

I look at the sleeping giant next to me, arm wrapped over my waist, holding onto me for dear life.Such a strong arm, so muscular, covered in tattoos and scars of varying levels of faded…He looks so peaceful like this, so content.I smile warmly.

I struggle to marry this image of Dante with the way the world sees him—savage, bitter, vengeful.Yet here he is, the kindest person I have ever encountered in my life.I didn’t think men could be kind.Men had been nothing but cruel to me.

Sure, my dad hadn’t really done anything—but that was the point.I might as well have not existed to him.His golden boys could do no wrong.What did you do to make them mad, Danica?You must have done something…

Even when all the facts were on the table, my dad chose their side, everyone did.Please Danica, it was an accident.Think of their futures.You’re okay now, we got you in time.

Their version of “in time” never matched mine.Their version meant I was still alive, that they'd got to me before the fire consumed the entire shed or I ran out of oxygen completely.Myversion ofin timewould have beenbeforethe panic, before the certainty that I was going to die at just nine years old.Maybe before the fire had licked my skin right off my back, leaving that ugly scar Dante keeps asking about despite my refusal to tell him.Who knows what he’d do to my brothers if he found out the truth?

We all still meet for family Christmas on the regular, that is the worst part.We don’t talk about that day, Danica.Let’s just move on.Everything is okay now.It wasn’t.It never was.

But I am safe now.Dante would never let anyone come near me again.The twins would be defenseless against his size, his ferocity.

I sigh heavily, pressing my forehead against Dante’s.My beautiful Knight in unconventional armor.

He murmurs in his sleep and pulls me even closer.I love the feeling of his semi-asleep cock resting against my thigh.I reach down, stroking it like the beautiful pet it is.It instantly reacts to my touch, eager for more.

I smile, running my fingers lazily over his shaft before moving over to my own yearning desire.I slowly circle my clit, cradling Dante close with my other arm.I press the tip of his dick against my clit, rubbing myself on his sensitive head.I can feel myself getting wet.

Dante groans softly, still lost in a deep sleep but starting to stir.

Mine.Finally mine.Someone who wants me around.Whoneedsme around.Someone to fend off all the bad guys and worship me like the Queen I never knew I deserved to be.To the rest of the world I am nobody, but to Dante—I am everything.And there is nothing I would rather be than Dante’s everything.As much as he is my submissive, I am the one who feels completely owned.Owned by his desire for me, his need to make me happy.I have never been this fulfilled.

I move my body down, guiding myself onto his erection, finally waking Dante out of his dark dreams.It takes him a second to put all the pieces together, maybe less.The hunger in his eyes instantly flares up.He pulls me on top of him in a single smooth sweep.

“No darling, don’t move,” I smile, placing a finger on his lips.“Go back to sleep.I just want you inside me.”I lie down on top of his large body, his hard cock fully inside me.I look deep into his stormy eyes, freshly woken but fully alert.The way he looks at me—like I’m a precious thing,themost precious thing.I smile softly, pushing a strand of curls from his brow.

He breaks our gaze, pulling my face towards his to kiss me passionately, tattooed arms wrapped around my bare back.Neither of us moves the rest of our bodies.We just slowly kiss, my lips passing over his eyelids, the corners of his cheeks, the tip of his nose…He takes his turn to kiss mine, the skin between my eye and my ear, my bottom lip, the wrinkle between my brows.

I finally kiss his lips, my tongue dancing around his in lazy circles.I can feel his cock twitch inside me, but we remain completely still except for the exploration of little kisses.

Content, I place my head on Dante’s broad chest, listening to his heartbeat as we drift to sleep together, his cock growing soft inside me.

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