"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?"
. . .
Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar.
Admiri...
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I'm stepping out of the bus in Sweden, where a whole group of fans is waiting for us outside with posters or anything else they want us to sign.
I glance at Malcolm who arrives in an SUV and shoot him a pleading look. "Can I talk to them and sign some of their things? Please?" I ask.
His pensive gaze shoots towards the fans and his shoulders deflate as he lets out a sigh.
"Alright, but not for too long. You need to rest and get your ass inside and checked in."
I nod at his stern expression and send him a grin, before hugging him.
"Thanks, Malcolm, you're the best."
Together with Vi, I walk towards the crowd that's being held back by fences and some bodyguards.
"Hi, guys!" I smile when I've approached them and hug a few even. My heart clenches together at seeing the happiness on their faces and the teary eyes.
I take some pens and sign a few posters, books, phone-cases or even boobs.
"Thank you, mommy," one of the girls smirks when I'm done writing on top of her breasts. I blush a bright red.
"Mommy?" I ask, dumbfounded, and they all but laugh and cheer.
"Would you please write anything on my hand and I'll tattoo it," someone else bags. My jaw drops.
"Tattoo?" I exclaim, "That's going to be on your skin forever!"
"That's the point, cutie!"
Taking her hand in mine, I try to come up with something quick.
"You better not regret this in ten years," I warn and decide to draw a smiley face and a heart.
"Here, you can choose which one," I grin.
Going through the whole crowd, I stumble upon a girl who instead of asking me to sign something, hands me a knitted cardigan instead.
"For you," she smiles.
My lips part and my heart feels like it's overflowing with love.
"You made this?" I whisper in disbelief, and the girl nods. "For me?" I ask again and she giggles. "Yes, for you. I hope you like it."
The material feels soft. I can tell that the cardigan is a bit oversized, just how I like it. The color is ivory and there are a few different motifs.
Like a set of wings. Some song lyrics even and then the name of the band.
"I love it so much," I tell the girl and hug her. She clutches me close to her and all I can do is smile in gratitude.
"You have no idea how much I appreciate this. Thank you for putting the time into making this and coming all the way over here. I love you," I tell her and rub her back.
