STOLEN || 18+ (Monsters #3)

.34. Daddy

I never compared to the things you love

A bottle of beer or a cigarette puff

A thick astronomy book or a book on dragons

A cool pair of sunglasses or a beautiful helmet

A sparkling glass of champagne or a song sang with a guitar

A beautiful girl or the pain in your heart

. . .

Leyla

I opened my journal. It was a new one.

I ran my fingers over the first page. I grabbed a pen.

A few days in captivity have me messed up. Feelings are weird, aren't they? I've felt so much in life and still, there is so much I'm yet to feel. I know pain and sadness and grief, I've sat with them for so long, but happiness and joy have never sat with me.

Things are weird yet I'm dealing - trying to make sense of the insanity my life is.

I hesitated.

They are intense. I've known many powerful men in my life and none of them have been kind to me. But they, they are not kind but they are not cruel either. I expected bad things to happen to me - like the things which have happened but only worse. But they haven't happened, or are yet to happen.

They are mafia men. Men who make strong men grovel for mercy. They ignite my body. They do it every time they look at me. I've never known lust like this - lust which is complete madness.

I put the pen down, sighing. Writing my feelings down had always been a challenge for me.

I force myself to pick the pen back up.

I feel attracted to both of them. Which is unusual. I've never felt lust for a man and here I am, lusting after two. I fear that lust may be followed by feelings, and then feelings by heartbreak.

They kidnapped me. I should hate them. And maybe I do. Maybe I don't.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

. . .

I hid the journal behind the books. I'd die if they read it. I'd die if anyone read it. No one needed to know that I was attracted to my kidnappers. That was such a stupid thing.

Such a stupid thing.

I had woken up alone with a hint of their cologne on either side of me, signalling they had spent the night beside me.

Breakfast with Rosa was a fun thing to do. She refused to eat anything and then are everything. She was cute. I wondered why she never left the mansion. Was she not allowed? So I asked her.

She shrugged. "It's allowed but we get the groceries dropped in. And even if I want to go out, a bodyguard is sent. And it's too much hassle."

I wondered why anyone would like to stay inside when they could go outside. I was not an extrovert, I just liked the open sky, endless roads and new places. I could not imagine being content with being a cook and never leaving the mansion - no matter how pretty this mansion was.

But, it was her choice. And she had mentioned someone was behind her.

I took a bite of my grilled cheese sandwich. I loved cheese. "How long have you been here?"

"Six years. I came here when I was sixteen."

Her eyes were fixed on the cake she was decorating. I had told her that I loved red velvet cake and she had taken it upon herself to make me the 'best there is'.

I hummed.

She looked at me. "You're really pretty. Your features are different than American women, though."

I nodded. "My mother was from India. I have her nose and skin colour."

"She must be very beautiful, then."

I looked down at my plate. "She was. She worked at CERN before she married my father."

Her face twisted at the mention of my father but she hid it. "Wow. So she was smart, too."

Not smart enough to not be with my father.

I nodded. "Yes. She was smart and beautiful and strong."

"Wonder what that feels like - being strong," she muttered under her breath, looking a little lost.

I hummed. "So do I."

. . .

They entered the mansion when it was time for dinner.

Giovanni walked to me and kissed my forehead. "Have you eaten?"

I nodded. "Rosa made cake." My words were hesitant. After what had happened yesterday and how much I had loved it, I didn't trust my body around them anymore.

Fabian walked towards me and gently touched my ass. I bit my lip. "Hurts still?"

I nodded, eyes fixed on his chest.

"Look at us, Amore." Giovanni's order was firm.

I looked up.

He ran his knuckles over my cheeks. Fabiano kept rubbing my ass gently and I felt my panties dampening. My thighs pressed together - an action which didn't go amiss by either of them.

"If you want something," Fabiano said. "You're gonna have to open that pretty mouth and ask for it."

"I'm...I need..." My eyes locked with his and I flushed.

"Speak up, pet" Giovanni fisted my hair. "You need your pussy touched, isn't that it? Answer me."

I whimpered when Fabiano spanked me harshly.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Daddy," Fabiano said to me, spanking me again. "It's 'Yes, daddy.'"

. . .