Chapter 91 Yes, I Am Yours
Chapter 91: Yes, I Am Yours
Sophie
“It is too big, daddy.” I muttered.
“You will take my dick up that ass soon, kitten.” He smirked as I went pale.
“It needs to be spread open nicely for it, don't you think otherwise I imagine it will hurt a lot.” He pressed harder on the plug till the anal ring gave out and it slid inside. I whimpered, looking up at him and begging silently with my eyes for him to not put it there. It was so big, almost half the size of their dicks.
He just chuckled and pushed at it till all of it was inside me and I was crying again. Then came the look of tenderness on his face, he scooped me up into his arms, pressed kisses on my face and he walked up to my room.
“Lets clean you up, okay?”
“Okay, daddy.” I snuggled into him, my eyes dropping.
””
I tried to get him off me but he was too strong, his hands gripping my wrists and pushing me to the ground. My eyes were filled with tears, my glasses were gone, I couldn't see yet somehow his eyes were painfully clear.
‘So pretty.’ he slapped me hard across the face and I cried out, the inner skin of my cheek getting trapped between my teeth and blood pouring out of my mouth. His fist came down to my ribs and I could only muster up a whimper and I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see anything but him.
‘I will have fun with you, Taylor.’ he ripped the upper part of my dress off, the cloth dug into my skin harshly. Then I heard a shout.
‘Get the fuck off her!’
Joel was pushed off me by a blur and I blinked rapidly pushing myself against the wall and covering myself with my arms as I watched my father punch him again and again till his body went limp and then he got up, in his hand was a gun. My wildly beating heart stilled for a moment.
"Father, don't…” he already shot. He collected me into his arms and we drove back home. An hour later, he was arrested and that was my fifteenth birthday.
I woke up gasping for breath, I was alone in my bed. I had fallen asleep after Adriano left to work out. I clutched my head in my hands, my nails digging into my skin as I sobbed. I sobbed till I couldn't anymore, I sobbed till the burn in my heart calmed and I was on one of their lap yet I couldn't pay attention. My head was filled with panic. I lost him that day, I lost my father that day, I realized that I didn't lose him when he promised to ruin me. No I lost him the day he shot Joel, I lost him the second he pointed that gun at Joel.
“Kitten?” The voice came.
“Princes, look at us.”
“Little bunny, look up, come on.”
I couldn't, they grabbed my hands and pulled them from my face. They pressed soft kisses on me, saying sweet praises as I calmed down and I was on Adriano's lap. Luciano and Angelo were sitting nearby. I looked at them through blurry eyes, Angelo handed me my glasses which I wore and they became clearer.
“I..I sorry.” I muttered, sniffling as Adriano wiped my tears away.
“Don't apologize,” he kissed my cheek.
“Do you want to talk about it, baby?”
“The day my father killed Joel, it was my fifteenth birthday.” I took in a huge breath.
“I used to love my birthday.” I set my head against his chest, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath as he rubbed my back up and down soothingly.
“Do you believe in god?” Luciano asked as I painted my nails, sitting on his desk while he worked on his laptop. I shook my head.
“No, what about you?”
“No,” he shook his head.
“My mother was a Christian.” he said.
“Really?” He hummed, looking up at me.
“The existence of god was the only thing she and I ever disagreed on.” I chuckled.
“I can imagine you asking for proof.”
“I did and she gave me the bible, I read the whole thing.”
“Did you become a believer?” I asked and he shook his head.
“No, but I had a sudden interest in religion. I read religious texts from all the widespread religions such as Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism and many more and I still don't get it, the need to have someone watching over you. I didn't understand what sort of comfort religion provided.” He closed his laptop.
“I never believe in anything I wasn't given proof for, be it destiny or fate.” He stood up, pulling me to the edge of the desk.
“And love? I whispered and his eyes flickered over to my face.
“Oh,” I mumbled. Has he heard me? He hummed, cupping my face.
“Religion, destiny, fate and love, I considered all of them bullshit. It is just a means to control people and scare them into a self-built cage.” His thumb brushed over my cheekbones.
“Then I met you.”
He came closer, the tip of his nose brushing with mine.
“Now you, my little girl is my religion.” He kissed along my neck and my eyes dropped.
“My destiny,” he nipped gently.
“My fate,” he kissed my jaw.
“And my love.” He smashed his lips against mine.
“I love you too, Sophie.” He whispered against my lips and kissed me deeply, I melted into him as my head went on high alert.
I love you too, that means he heard me the other day. He didn't ask me to say it, he just kissed me till we both were going out of breath and then he kissed me a little more and his fingers brushed my neck.
You are mine, right?” I nodded, the response falling from my lips naturally.
“I am yours.” I muttered and then I asked something I hadn't yet.
“Are you mine?” I asked. My hands clutching the material of his shirt and he smiled, kissing my cheek again.
“Yes, I am yours.”
I looked at the multiple boxes on the floor of my room and some were on the bed. I picked one of the notes attached to them.
‘Wear this and get ready by seven.’
I looked at the clock and it was just five. I grabbed one of the boxes, opened it and a dress was inside and I took it out. It was a red dress with flowers embroidered with golden thread on the edge of the slit. The flowers were small and beautiful and the materials were so soft that my hands felt like touching a cloud. The next box had heels of the same color as the dress. The next one had a thin diamond necklace and earrings and then the next one had questionable lingerie.
I picked it up, those weren't panties, it was a g-string. I bit my lips and looked at the bra, it was nothing but a scrap of soft lacy cloth. One thing was clear, they had something planned for tonight. I just hope it won't be like the last time we had dinner out. Gosh, I couldn't get that night off my head. I am excited and nervous about tonight.