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Kasia

I am so tired. I was fucked on the counter, in the shower, and on my bed multiple times, and then Silver got creative and fucked me against the floor before he got tired–when I passed out–I mean because the man never got fucking tired.

I thought being with an older man meant less stamina, not more.

"Are you ok?" Silver asked after he forced me to pee and take a civil shower with him. He caressed my waist, kissing the side of my breast.

"Don't be weird," I murmured hoarsely. "And no I'm not ok. I'm in pain."

"That's what you get for letting Brady fuck you. Why would you do that to me?" He sounded in pain.

I frowned. "What's wrong with you?" I whispered, turning around slowly.

Silver's eyes searched my own. "I don't know, Kasia. You fucking had Brady inside of you. Fucking someone that wasn't you wasn't even an option for me."

I sighed. "I don't know why you're still here. Kyle told me you wouldn't want me for long. I knew you wouldn't be attracted to me, but it seems like you're waiting for me to fall for you before you break me. I was trying to move on, Silver, but he didn't satisfy me."

Silver kept kissing my body, my face, and my lips, silently worshiping me. "You're so fucking beautiful, how can I leave?"

"You told me I was easy." I whispered.

"I lied bellissima." (beautiful) "I have lied so much." Silver confessed. "I love you," he whispered softly.

My eyes widened. "What?" I said breathlessly. "S–Silver, what'd you say?"

He didn't answer.

"Silver?"

He fell asleep.

He left me confused and surprised and went to sleep. What the actual hell.

It had to be the sex talking. It had to be the ecstasy of having sex that was powering him.

Silver can't love me. It'll just make all of this worse. We can't both have feelings for each other because then who's going to end this?

I don't even want to think about it. I don't want Silver out of my life.

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I was on drugs. It felt like I was on drugs. I woke up to a fine, wet, tattooed man coming out of the shower, and it felt like I was on cloud nine when his gray eyes landed on me with dark lust.

Then the tattooed man asked me if I wanted to try something new. I nodded my head, and that's how I ended up tied to the bed with my underwear used to the best of my sexual stamina.

I have never cum so much. Damn, that tattooed man used the fuck out of me. Fucking my pussy with his tongue, dick, and fingers.

I couldn't escape. I was stuck, I begged, but he smiled sadistically and told me I was his little slut until Othello came back.

Then he stuck three fingers inside me so deeply, pressed my clit so harshly, and sucked on my pussy so rigorously, and it happened again. A weird feeling in my stomach. I felt like I was going to explode, and I did.

All over the tattooed man, but he liked it. He licked it. I remember the bedsheets were all wet and messed up. But I couldn't take it anymore.

I succumbed to the darkness again.

"Are you awake?"

I groaned, feeling more pain than I went to sleep with. My eyes snapped open. "That wasn't a sick dream?" I looked at my wrists, and they were bruised.

It wasn't a drug-induced dream. It was real.

"Oh," Silver smirked. "Yea, you passed out again. I put you in Othello's room so I could clean your sheets."

"You're so sick." I whispered.

"Put some clothes on and go make some tea. Your voice is...half gone, tesoro." (Darling)

I glared at him. "Help me," I gruffed.

Silver lifted me up and took me to my closet to pick my outfit. He helped in the shower and laughed at me the whole time. He also dressed me up, brushed my teeth, and lifted me to the kitchen.

He was being so soft and caring. It was also the first time I'd seen him laugh, but he immediately went back to a straight face when I pointed it out. I should have shut up and watched him.

He made Lipton for me with my instructions and put a pillow on a barstool for me. "You're being so sweet Silver. What do you want?"

"A lot of things. Especially you."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Silver, you know–"

"I want you to break up with Brady. I want Brady to die. I want you to forgive me and I want you to be with me." He blurted out, completely serious. "But, I have to attend business so I won't be here for a while."

I sighed. "I have already forgiven you."

"Then kiss me."

My eyes widened. "What?"

Silver took my cup out of my hands. "Kiss me. I won't fuck you, just kiss me."

I hesitated but then cupped his face and pressed my lips onto his. The kiss lasted until he stuck his tongue in my mouth and sucked on mine. "Ok that's enough," I smiled softly.

Silver kissed my cheek.

"Is Analia going with you?" I asked, sipping the hot, soothing, and delicious tea.

Silver shook his head. "She's going to have the whole house to herself and some bodyguards."

I gasped. "Hell no, Silver, she's ten!"

Silver tilted his head. "Ok? She's old enough to by herself," he blinked in confusion. "Right?"

I laughed. "No, listen, she can stay with us."

He frowned. "I don't want her to think she's getting a new mom yet. I have to make sure I actually have you by myself."

My mouth opened and closed in surprise. "I.." I chuckled. "It's ok, Kyle and I will watch her. Just try to be back by Christmas."

Silver caressed my face again. "Such a pretty face."

I looked away and smiled. "Thank you."

"I'll try and be back for Christmas. Just make sure Brady isn't there."

I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Ok, Sil, I'll try."

"Good."

I raised my hands. "Help me to the couch, let's watch a movie–"

"Kasia!" Kyle giggled. He paused when he saw Silver. "And Silver?" Kyle raises an eyebrow. "This is gonna be good,"

I groaned. "Fuck,"

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