Mila's POV
Weeks went by, and there wasn't a single place in the house left where we hadn't had sex. Day by day, we got more used to each other, growing more open about what we liked and needed.
One morning, I was making pancake batter in the kitchen. "Can you please pass me the sugar?" I asked, stretching my hand toward Bill. As he passed the sugar bowl, our fingertips touched, causing the bowl to slip and toss sugar all over the floor.
He pushed me forcefully into the kitchen counter, looking at me hungrily. "I want to ruin that beautiful body of yours," he growled, biting into my neck.
He pulled my skirt up, I wasn't wearing panties ( why would I? ). He got me onto the counter. I gasped as he pushed himself into me. "Ruin me," I moaned, licking the batter off my fingers and looking into his eyes, challenging him.
He grabbed me by the back of my neck, thrusting hard into me while gently biting my neck and collarbone. "More... I want more," I begged.
"Fuck those pancakes, I will eat you for breakfast!" he said as bowl of unfinished batter fell on the ground. He picked me up and dragged me down onto the floor, right into the spilled sugar. The grains scratched my back as he kept fucking me under the table. He sharply turned me around, and I got on my knees, stretching my back long. He licked my body from behind, starting from my sugarcoated ass cheeks and moving up to the back of my neck, leaving my back all sticky wet.
"Damn, you're sweet!" he murmured, pulling my hair and making me arch my back toward him. He forced himself into me from behind, holding my hips tightly. I screamed as he brought me to yet another orgasm.
He made me hungry. For more. For him. Every day, every night, every second. I was obsessed with him. I had no idea what day it was, what month, what year. I didn't give a fuck about anything as long as he was all over me. Hearing him moan, scream, push, and pull me, then falling asleep in his warm, soft touch while talking for hours about dreams and hopes.
I didn't need drugs - I was high all the time.
I didn't need food - I was full of him.
I didn't need the world outside these doors.
But just because my world was distorted to fit my dreams didn't mean the world outside also stopped.
Three large black SUVs silently rolled up to the well-protected gate. Men in black bulletproof vests got out of the cars, silently taking down each guard one by one and moving the lifeless bodies into the vans. The boundaries of our secret dream world had been breached.
It's time to wake up, Mila! The dream is over!
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