5FeliciaOver the past few days, my hope has become stronger. I’ve gone from having to fight off a r****t with a kitchen knife to being rescued by one of my father’s men. But there’s something else, too, something that sits deep inside of me and that I’m finding more and more difficult to deny. It’s inappropriate, maybe even dangerous, but it calls out to me over and over and despite how many times I stifle it, it resurfaces.
It came out in full force one night when I was pretending to be asleep. I didn’t think; I just rolled over and placed my hand on his belly. It was rock-hard. A clearly outlined pack of muscle. I longed to trail my fingers over it, feel each individual bump, but that would’ve given the game away. Instead, I just lay my hand upon it and felt the power of him. He is hand
