Kim knew. She found out that I had that dream again last night. For the past ten years, ever since my father left me alone with my mother, I've been dreaming of him a lot. The truth is that he wasn't that good of a person until I dreamed of him after he left. These weren't dreams of missing him, but rather because even after he left, he didn't take our bad memories with him. Dante wasn't a good father. He wasn't a good man. In fact, he wasn't even a good person. Every chance he got, he beat Mom, forced me to hide under the bed, smothered my own mouth, and listened to the noise and screams out there. Every time he came home drunk, Mom (and I) wouldn't survive. The next morning I would find my mother's entire body covered in wounds. One day I saw blood pouring out of Mom's head, and on the floor was a broken liquor bottle. I cried hysterically, but Mom hugged me and told me not to wake my father who was now asleep. That violent man fell asleep after cracking the head of the woman he'

"Do you want to come to my house?" Marco smiled, then nodded. He picked up my tote bag on the ground that I had forgotten even existed. He then took me by the hand, walking towards the end of the alley that I had almost reached. I frowned in confusion. "Do you know the way to my house?" "I know where your house is." "How could you...?" I then realized something. "You were spying on me?" "For two days." He raised his eyebrows twice. "You seem to be really out of your mind." "I told you it was because of you." I deliberately just followed his steps. And he really did take the path to where my house should be. He still held my hand until he reached the door. "Only up to this point. I didn't find out the password number." Then I punched in the password sequence, deliberately not covering it from his sight. When it opened, I turned to him and he grinned. I let him in first and told him to sit on the couch. "I'll keep this inside." I reached for my tote bag that he was still holdi

"So, where are you going to start?" I finally asked. Just staying silent while next to him would only make me more nervous. Marco is the kind of person that just looking at him will make you feel small, feel inferior, feel ready to be his servant whenever he asks."What is it?" Even though I didn't see him, I was pretty sure that Marco said it without looking at me either."I don't think we're just here for a picnic.""Neither did I. I was thinking of many ways to make you scream."I turned to him instantly. My cheeks were flushed, but I tried to cover it up. "I'm talking seriously."Marco sighed as he raised his sunglasses to his head, then looked at me. "It's complex. You'll get mixed up."I got up from my lying position and sat cross-legged on a beach bench. My hand-woven hat, which I got as a souvenir from Bali, was very useful in blocking out the sun. "The only thing that confuses me is your mysterious demeanor, Marco. I don't even know your last name.He froze."Let's start from

"Crawl like a bitch baby."My desire for pleasure had overpowered my shame. I obeyed his command, crawling on the bed, feeling the cold air tickle my pussy.My saliva was rock-hard when my eye-tail caught the movement of him removing his pants and putting on the protection. The bed beneath me swayed with the mass of his body. I waited for him as I looked down and closed my eyes, ready for anything.My back tingled at the feel of Marco's breath. His lips pecked in several places, while his hand teased my pussy that was ready to devour anything Marco had to offer."You've lost your first choice, Leandra. Now, what do you want inside your soaking hot pussy?""Your cock," I replied quickly, running out of patience. "I want your cock inside me.""Hssssh... too demanding. Beg in a humble manner.""Please ...." I was on the verge of tears. My pussy felt thrashed. "I'm begging you to fuck me like hell."I could feel his smile on my hip. "You want that badly, Darling?""Yes!""You want me to f

"Come here ...."Those were Marco's first words to me after the fight. On the way to the airport, we didn't speak. I could tell Marco was upset, and I really didn't want to make his feelings worse.62We were already seated on the plane. Marco had miraculously arranged for two business class tickets to Missouri. I don't know when he ordered them.I shifted and moved closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder even though it was a little difficult. I closed my eyes, feeling so relieved that Marco's aura wasn't as regretful as before. He rubbed my head lightly. I think we were both too stubborn to apologize to each other.He didn't say anything else, didn't even ask about that damn nightmare Pedro was talking about earlier. I'm sure Marco doesn't know anything about that dream. He said that just to bully Pedro, so that he wouldn't look pathetic in front of Pedro. And sooner or later, Marco will ask about it, but not here. People can listen. That's not good for me and probably not good