Chapter 31
There was a time I was really ashamed of the earlier part of my life, but I’m oddly not anymore. It’s not a point of pride, but it happened, and dwelling on it won’t change things.
“I still have nightmares from time to time, or flashbacks when I’m in a confined space. During my childhood, I spent a lot of time locked in a closet.”
“Where was your mother?” She asks, and I’m not surprised by the question in the least.
“Where was my mother? Fucking my father like the whore that she is. Whenever Padre Bonetti had time for her, she spread her legs for him, and obeyed his every single word. Never once did she try to save me from the goddamn torture. She’s in hiding now, as she should be.
If I ever get my hands on her, I’m not sure what I’ll do. ”
“Raven,” she gasps loudly.
“You’d kill your own mother?”
I shrug my shoulders.
“Why shouldn’t I? What has she ever done for me? She was not a mother, not like my fucking brothers had. Sophia was as much of a despicable person as my father and uncle. I am her child, and she never even tried to stop them.”
I soap up her hair and gently massage the strands, as I continue, “Even when they left after locking me in a closet, she never tried to get me out. My mother was a willing participant in my abuse. She was complicit. And one day, she’ll pay the price of her crimes, like any other person would.”
I rinse her hair, and Bianca lies her head on my chest, kisses my skin, and reaches up, stretching her arms out, wrapping them around my neck.
“I’m sorry they hurt you, Raven. You didn’t deserve that.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat, her words causing a heaviness in my chest.
“It’s okay,” I say.
Lifting her head, she stares at me and shakes her head in disagreement.
“No, Raven. It is not okay. It was not okay. You did not deserve that. Your parents, including your mother, should have done better. I will never understand why people bring children into this world to just abuse them. Abortion would be better than that.”
I bark out in laughter.
“I was the bastard that just wouldn’t go away. I’m a botched abortion baby.”
She climbs up and straddles my lap.
“A botched abortion baby?”
I nod.
“They gave her drugs to make her miscarry. Sophia had some bleeding, so she assumed I was dead and gone. I was born six months later, on the same day as my brother.”
She scoops some of the suds in her hand from the water, and places them on my chest, as she traces the bubbles with her fingers absentmindedly.
“What’s his name?”
“Reaper,” I respond.
“They call him Reaper, because he’s a serial killer. His actual name is Nico.”
She knits her brows together and stares at me in shock.
“Two serial killers in one family? That’s some DNA.”
I move us both so she’s on her back, and I’m over her. My hands cradle the back of her head, and her wide eyes stare back at me, as she begs me not to put her under water.
“Please don’t. Please, Raven.”
Leaning my head down, I press my lips to hers and kiss her softly, before assuring her I’m not planning to do what she fears I will.
“I’m not putting your head under water. Not today. If I did, you’d be safe, but we aren’t doing that tonight.”
I pull her up to a sitting position so she’ll relax. There are times I will want her fear, but tonight is not one of those nights. Right now, I just want to be inside her.
Taking the soap, I squirt some into my palm, and start with her arms and up to her neck. We’re both quite dirty, but probably her more than me, after the extended time in isolation. Even still, she’s fucking stunning.
“Up on your knees.”
She does as she’s told, and I continue washing her tits, down to her abdomen, before tackling her legs.
It pisses me off that Alexsander did what he did to her, and that it’s partially my fault.
I’m not much better than my mother, because I stood by and let him.
I was going to let him kill her, without intervening.
I could have stopped him from ever taking her to that fucking cell, but I didn’t.
I swallow hard as I wash her pussy, and think about everything he did to her.
“Don’t,” she says, as if she can hear my thoughts.
“Like you said. It happened, and I’ll deal with it. I don’t want either of us thinking about it.”
After I wash her back, she tilts her head at me, and pulls her lips into a faint smile.
“My turn.”
“Fuuuck,” I groan, because I’ve not had her hands on me much, but every time I do, it makes me crazy with desire for her, to a point that all my control slips away.
I observe her as she puts some body wash into her small hands, and rubs my chest with the soap in gentle swipes.
“Why do you count?”
I take a deep painful breath before responding.
“I started doing that when I was a kid. I was terrified of the dark, and I still am. Being outside at night doesn’t bother me.
But if I’m locked in a dark room, I freak out.
Counting was my way of calming myself. Crazy, I know.
I’ve tried to stop but I can’t. It slows the panic, and lets me find a way out of whatever situation I am in. ”
She moves below my hips and grabs my cock, cleaning me thoroughly. I think it’s the first time she’s touched my dick, definitely the first time she’s done it consensually, and fuck, I like it.
“Raven,” she whimpers, and it’s almost as if I can physically feel my control snap, like a tree trunk under the attack of a storm.
I rise out of the water and grab her. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she giggles softly.
“We’re wet,” she says.
Setting her on the bathroom counter, I grab a fluffy white towel from the heated rack, and dry her off quickly, before doing the same with my body.
I toss the towel on the floor and lift her to carry her to the bedroom.
Placing her arms around my neck, she wraps her legs around my waist, as I hold onto her with both hands on her ass.
I walk into the open room and kick the door shut behind me.
I immediately take her to the bed and lie her down.
Taking a moment to feast my eyes on every fucking inch of beauty, I’m in awe of her.
Even with her body thinner than it should be, she’s simply gorgeous.
Not only does it make my cock hard, it causes my heart to pound furiously.
“Spread your legs. Let me see you. All of you.”
Her cheeks heat a bright red color as she opens for me.
I grab my cock and squeeze on my length to ease the ache. It doesn’t work, because the whimper that escapes from her lips makes me even harder.
“Such a pretty little slut. You gorgeous fucking girl. You’re my pretty little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans, and I climb between her legs, needing to taste her inside out.