Page 35 of Savage Captor (Deadly Devotion #1)

I shake my head. “No. Once Cain takes over, he’s reinstating the tradition of Nighthawks claiming women as their life-partners. You and I are the first pairing. Like I’ve said before, it’s a great honor.”

“Really?” she deadpans. “It doesn’t feel like a great honor. It feels like a punishment for my gall to exist.”

I slide one hand back down her belly, approaching the heaven between her thighs. Fuck, I want to taste her. I want to eat her pussy like it’s my final meal. I want to show her exactly what I’m capable of doing to her, for her, if only she’s a good girl for me.

“It’s not a punishment. It’s a privilege. In time, you’ll see that.” I really think she will. She’s affected by me, despite everything I’ve done to her. I can work with that. I can train her body to crave my touch at the same time I train her mind to not fear me. The two will work off each other,

“Am I…” her breath hitches when I ghost my fingers over the few barely-visible hairs covering her mound. She clears her throat, pointedly keeping her gaze on my face, while my interest has shifted to her pussy. “Am I ever going to get out of here?”

“Not permanently. Maybe for occasional visits, but you need to remember this is your home now.” I briefly detach my gaze from her tempting pussy to look around the room. “You can decorate it however you want. I don’t really give a shit. Whatever makes you happy.”

She snorts.

I release her breast and cup her chin, ensuring her gaze stays on mine. “You’ll be happy here, Scarlett. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Unless you’re in the business of administering lobotomies, I don’t see how you can say that with such confidence. The only way I’ll be happy is if I’m brainwashed or brain dead. Either way, zombie. ”

“You’ll see,” I tell her. Every second we spend together makes me more determined to turn the tides of fate. I did unforgivable things, but that doesn’t preclude the possibility of finding a way forward. Not with how soft I can see Scarlett is beneath her sharp tongue and iron wit.

“ Right .”

I release her chin and go back to toying with her breast. With my other hand, I gently spread her legs apart, mindful of her bad leg, and cup her pussy.

Our sharp breaths intermingle with each other.

Hers, from shock and minor discomfort; mine, from the scorching heat that greets me, and the slight hint of wetness I can feel against my middle finger.

Scarlett’s nipples are sensitive—enough so to get her wet.

I wonder if I could get her to orgasm with nipple-play.

It'll be fun to find out, once she’s ready. Once she’s better.

“Someone’s wet for me.” I flatten my hand on her breast to measure her heart.

It’s a rapid tap-tap-tap against my hand, but it’s not alarmingly fast. I’ll have to check her vitals soon, make sure her body is getting the oxygen it requires, but for now…

“If you ask me very nicely, and apologize for your taunts earlier, I’ll make you come. ”

I watch her face closely. A myriad of emotions flits across it. Curiosity, wonder, hesitation, desire , and finally, willful determination. I know what she’ll say even before she says it. I love how expressive she is.

“No. Fuck off.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, rubbing my palm in a slow circle, ensuring the motion slides over her clit. “My poor baby has gone through so much pain. Shouldn’t she experience a taste of the pleasure to come?”

“ No ,” she hisses, and starts struggling against me in earnest. If she keeps going, she’ll hurt her thigh and exhaust herself, which won’t be good for her health.

Reluctantly, I release her pussy and stare at my hand, the faint glimmer of wetness there.

I lift it to my nose and inhale it, then dart my tongue out to get a taste.

Mildly sweet and musky. Delicious. Scarlett watches me with wide eyes, equal parts confused and titillated.

“One day,” I murmur, a promise to both of us.

One day soon, I’ll make up for everything in the form of orgasms and spoiling the hell out of Scarlett, but not yet.

First, I need to turn her into my good girl, and this was a solid start.

I’m learning her weak points, what makes her tick.

When the time comes, I’ll train her to crave me.

“Alright, I think it’s time for you to nap. I have some work to do.”

“I’m not a child,” she grumbles adorably. “You can’t just put me down for a nap.”

“You’re not a child, but you are healing from some pretty serious shit.

The more you sleep, the faster you’ll heal.

I need to take care of some things.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

She frowns and wrinkles it. I make quick work of checking her heart rate and oxygen, noting down everything on my phone and checking the stats against her vitals yesterday and this morning.

Her oxygen isn’t going up or down, which is neither bad nor good.

Her heart rate is a little faster than it was this morning, which could be attributed to the adrenaline of the last few hours. I really need to take it easy on her.

“See you soon. If you want something other than soup for dinner, let me know.”