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Handing it back, I read it. ‘Are you going to hurt me?’ I chuckle darkly, and her face almost sinks in with fear.

“Moss, I will only hurt you if you allow me. I will only touch you if you allow me. You are mine, I don’t hurt what’s mine. But if you let me,” I look her in her eyes and smirk, my eyes glazing with lust, “I’d love to break you. To have your body under me as you cum on my cock. To have your body against mine as you sleep. To have you.” I lean in more, placing soft kisses on the side of her neck. I feel her tense up, not a twitch of her muscles. Pulling back, her eyes meet mine, and they look terrified. “I am not going to hurt you,” I whisper.

Seeing little tears form in her eyes, I scoot a couple of inches away to give her the space I know she needs.

We sit in silence for a few minutes before she scoots towards me. I look over to her already staring at me. The ghost of a smile on her lips, her eyes just a little more hopeful. I scoot closer to her so there’s no space in between us, our sides touching completely.

I wrap my arm around her waist, and she leans in slightly. Her hair flows around in the wind, and I pluck a strand away, twirling it in my fingers.

This moment right here is the most peace I’ve felt in years. The sound of the city below us, the wind whistling around the buildings, the feeling of Penelope pressed into my side. Like a perfect puzzle piece.

I hand her my phone in case she wants to type anything, and she types a message before handing it back to me.

‘Please don’t hurt me.’ I place both my hands on each side of her face, her chilly cheeks warming in my palms.

“Never,” I whisper, kissing her forehead and letting my arm rest around her waist as we watch the bustling city bloom. I hope I can keep up to my word.

My phone sits unlocked on my thigh for her as we watch the sun go down, and the city comes to life.

The elevator opening has me turning my head to it, seeing mama standing there, arms crossed over her chest. Shit. Her eyebrows raise, and I shake my head slightly, silently telling her to not start right now.

Looking back over to Penelope, I see her eyes wandering the streets, watching the people so curiously.

“Come on, dinner time.” I nudged her in the side before picking up my phone and sliding off the ledge, holding my hand out for her to grab. She places her soft hand in mine. It takes everything in me not to react to the spark of our hands touching.

Not wanting to let go of her hand, I led her over to the elevator, glaring at mama when I saw her grinning from ear to ear at the sight of us. Penelope stands on the left side of the elevator and I try to let go of her hand, but she grips it tighter. I go to stand next to her, mama standing on the other side of me so I’m in the middle.

Once the elevator reached the penthouse, Mama steps out first, heading towards the bathroom. Penelope doesn’t let go of my hand still, leading the way. Once we reach the dining room, Penelope goes to sit in the middle of the table.

“No,” I grunt, pointing to the spot next to me. I sit at the head of the table, and Penelope slides into the seat next to it, no doubt Mama will sit right across from her.

I start loading a plate full of food, giving a pointed look to Penelope when she reaches for a plate. “I got it, Moss. Sit down.” She sits down, listening like a good girl.

Once the plate is full, sporting a helping of everything Mama cooked, I place it in front of her. Her eyes almost bulge out of her head looking at the mountain of food.

“Eat as much as you can,” I say before loading mama’s plate with her favorites and pouring a glass of her favorite wine that I restocked yesterday.

Setting mama’s plate at her seat as she enters the room, I finally fix a plate for myself and sit down, digging in.

I let my eyes wander over to Penelope every few minutes, seeing how much food she’s eaten. She takes small bites, wanting to try everything on the plate but not wanting to get full off one thing. She’ll hum at the foods she likes, and her nose makes an adorable crinkle when she finds something she doesn’t.

Once dinner is done, I help mama take all the dishes to the sink. The cleaner will be here tomorrow, but no doubt mama will clean them before she leaves.

Penelope retreated to the room once she was done, mama noticing she was overwhelmed. She ate a decent amount of food, though I wish she ate more. I will be making sure she has three meals a day and snacks. I want her body to fill out, put meat on her bones, and places for me to hold while I fuck her.

Once all the dishes are in the sink, I kiss mama on her cheeks and head to the bedroom. Hearing the trickle of water coming from the bathroom, I head that way, the ungodly sight inside having me almost finish in my pants.

Standing in the shower is a naked Penelope, water running down her body. I look away, trying to force myself to walk out and give her privacy. But the sight of her body has me in a frenzy.

My eyes travel back to her. She’s looking out to the city, her eyes trained on all the colorful lights lining the streets. Fuck, she’s really testing my limits.

Please tell me no.

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