Bastard(14)

She wanted little kisses after, like she couldn’t get enough. It was the first time we’d ever really done that. It felt good, she felt good. It no longer felt like captive and prey, but a man and his woman, bonding.

“So you wanna have a baby.” She’d mentioned the shit twice in one night. Funny, but until now I hadn’t thought of her part in all that. Fucked up I know. But when I…acquired her, I was only thinking about my wants, my needs. To know that she might want it too, was…fuck if I know, I’m not into that frou-frou bullshit.

“Yes.” One word; spoken barely above a whisper, but with so much meaning.

I think my girl stole my fucking heart.