Page 73 of Letters to the Lost

“Then don’t,” she declares.

I’ve seen Autumn beg.

I’ve heard her be a brat.

But this Autumn, where she doesn’t beg but demands for Dominic to let loose shows me how strong she’s become. She’s no longer nervous when she is naked before us, but now confident.

She could bring us all to our knees before her.

Images of her commanding us to ‘kneel’ at her feet make my cock rock hard, and the idea of my girl finding her sexuality and owning it drives me crazy.

But she would be so pretty when I spank her brattiness out of her for trying to tell me what to do.

Autumn screams as Dominic pulls out and then slams back into her, his movements erratic as he fucks her harder.

His tattooed hands grip onto her thighs, pushing them apart exposing where he’s pushing into her as he watches on entranced. The stark difference between her white skin and his tattooed skin, it’s like night and day clashing.

And maybe it is.

He’s her dark knight, her shadow, her watcher.

She’s his light. The very thing keeping him sane, from spiraling into his demons.

She’s my everything though. He might be her dark knight, but I will always be her protector.

Dominic will deliver anyone who hurts her to the Grim Reaper, but me and the others will gladly be the ones who deliver the ones stupid enough to hurt her to him.

I may want my pound of flesh from them, but she makes me want to be better.

The need to fight no longer runs through my veins.

The need to protect and cherish her replacing whatever violence was there.

She makes me softer. Makes me feel less like a violent brute.

When she runs her fingers over the scar on my face, her lips ghosting across it as she looks at me like I could slay all of her enemies for her.

With love.

I realize I would do all that and more. I'd give my life for hers if she asked.

She has Dominic for the violence, to allow her to embrace the dark parts of herself without hatred. Atlas for the unconditional soul-compassing love, the love she should have always known.

Tobias is her best friend who understands her in a way none of us ever can.

Sebastian provides her with a safe space where she doesn’t have to talk, where she seeks solace in his arms without the need for an explanation.

Me. I will be the one who stands behind her, a silent protector until she needs me. The one to push her when the others cannot, to teach her how to protect herself, even when she believes she cannot.

My eyes are glued to where he fills her, loving how she stretches around him.

“I’m going to fill you up with my come Cupcake. I’m going to fuck you so hard; you’ll be feeling me for days long after my come drips from your pussy,” Dominic grits out.

“Fuck Dominic. I can feel your piercings.” Autumn groans as he fucks her like he’s punishing her.

She can take it though.

“How does it feel Princess?” I implore as I switch between her breasts, my hands squeezing as I lick and suck on her pebbled nipples.

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