"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚, 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙?" he asked me sweetly, and I could not remain silent with his lips near my ear.
"On yours..." I answered under a whisper, still looking at the floor.
With the gentle brush of his finger...
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⚠️ fair warning ⚠️ chapter is longer than the others, contains much needed lore, sweet moments, and could possibly have trigger warning topics (violence/torture related) for some of you. since it's been a while, I thought I'd let you all know. I will not be giving any further warnings throughout this book, like regular paperbacks. You all should be old enough to know your limits, so please no complaining. Your mental safety first. (Yes - this is a sweet comedy story, but there's also some dark roots implanted. As with real life.) Enjoy!
- Jay
༻𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚༺
I'm afraid. After all this time my questions have gone unspoken, Ramerio has chosen to break the silence and answer. I don't believe I'm ready. What if what I hear is everything I ever feared? What if the truth breaks the bond we just mended? What if-
A warm, rough hand grazes over my cheek to silence my thoughts. "Diamond."
My heart drops. I'll never get tired of hearing that same grumble rise from the pit of his throat every time he speaks that name. The air feels so much lighter around me and I blink, breathing slowly until I come back to reality.
"Can you answer me, baby? Are you okay?" I see Ramerio's worried green eyes looking right back at me. His knees are on the floor in front of the sofa where I'm sitting and Carter is nowhere to be found. Did Ramerio ask him to leave?
"I'm okay," I respond and look back down at my lap, "I think I'm just processing what happened earlier and overthinking about the um...upcoming talk. I just..."
He moves his thumb from my cheek and presses it to my lips gently. "I understand. We don't have to talk about it right now, okay?"
My eyes water.
I want to cry. I really do.
I'm not gloomy. I just can't believe he's my daddy dom. I finally have someone who understands me without having to continuously explain myself for my weird panic attacks or crazy obsessions. I feel safe with him, and maybe that's more of a reason why I need to let this fear go and let myself into the unknown.
"Alright, come on," he grunts and slowly stands up. My eyes follow, but my body doesn't.
I watch the way his veiny hands brush over his jeans, and oddly ache for them to be around my neck. What I'd give to even have one of his fingers in my mouth again. Never knew why it brought me so much peace in times of need.
Blinking out of my short fantasy about his hands, I look at his princely face. His jaw is clenching and a piece of his black hair is waving over his forehead. I want to brush it back so badly. In fact, I almost do just that.
Then, suddenly, my bottom is lifted from the couch and I'm being held sturdy on his side with my legs wrapped around his waist. "D-daddy?!" I say out of panic. Did he even want me to call him that? I quickly try to rephrase. "I-"
