Page 80 of Chaotic Curse
At fifteen, when I was just beginning to discover the opposite sex, discover the beauty of my own body, I was forced into doing my father’s bidding.
He kept eyes on me.If I had tried to sneak out to meet a boy, I would’ve been punished.
“Hawk…”
“I know,” he says.He cups my cheek.“It’s too soon.I know.”
“It’s just… There’s so much I can’t give you.”
He shakes his head.“You can give me everything I need.”
“No, I can’t.”I bite my lip.“Look at you.It would be a travesty not to pass those genes down.And I can’t give you children.”
“We don’t know that, Daniela.”
“Even if everything else worked out, tubal ligation reversal, or if not, in vitro… There’s still the Huntington’s gene.”
“That’s why we’re going to get you tested,” he says.
“Why?”
“Because none of this adds up, Daniela.”He sits up, rubs his eyes.“Your father was a gangster.Not an honest man.Not a good man, given what he did to you.”
He’s right, of course.My father loved to punish me emotionally.What is the best emotional punishment?Tell a person she’s going to develop a disease that will lead her to a slow and torturous death in her thirties or forties.
“All right.Let’s get the test done.”
“We absolutely will.”He smiles.“But first…” He rolls on top of me, his hardness pushing against my pussy.
I close my eyes and sigh.
He enters me slowly, and slowly is the theme for this morning.Where the sun is shining through the window, birds outside singing.A beautiful Texas day on the horizon.
And Hawk’s cock inside me, pleasuring me.
Thank God…
Sex is something beautiful.It doesn’t have to be a weapon.It doesn’t have to be torture.It doesn’t have to be a punishment.
It can be something perfect between two people who are in love.
So we haven’t said the words yet.I’m not sure I’m ready to say them, and while I think Hawk may be, I’d like to wait.
At least until the genetic testing.
If it turns out Idohave the gene for Huntington’s, then I will profess my love to Hawk anyway.And if he’ll have me, I’ll give myself to him for whatever years I have left.
That is all I want in the world.More than I want to be a chef, more even than I want to be Belinda’s caretaker.
I want to be with this man.
I moan as he slides in and out of me, nudging my clit with each stroke.
This isn’t hard or frantic.It’s soft and gentle, perfect for a lazy morning.
I love you.
I love you.
