Page 40 of Savage Captor (Deadly Devotion #1)

“Wrap your good leg around my waist.” When I don’t comply immediately, Monster gently takes my leg and guides it around him. “Good girl. Stay just like that. Breathe deeply for me, there might be a bit of a stretch.”

For a brief, suspended moment, I consider telling him I’m a virgin. That it won’t just be a bit of a stretch, it’ll be massive pain. Maybe that’ll get him to call his whole thing off. Maybe—

But then it’s too late. Monster doesn’t give me time to prepare or verbal warning. I feel the strange sensation of his cock brushing against my entrance for barely a second before he starts pushing in.

And then it comes. Pain. A merciless, all-consuming force that sears through me like fire and steel.

It’s a sting, a burn, a stretch, a violation of everything my body can endure…

but it’s also worse than that. It digs deeper, claws into something that transcends physical sensation.

It reaches into my soul, tearing through the fragile pieces I thought were unbreakable, flooding me with something raw and unbearably endless.

I always had the childish dream that I’d give up my v-card to someone I loved, or at least cared for. In my imaginings, there’d be candles, flowers, and loving words. Soothing touches. A sense of connection, at least.

A small whimper gets stuck at the back of my throat as I force myself to breathe. Breathe through it, try to just tolerate the circumstances.

“ Fuck, you’re tight,” Monster whispers.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good. Damnit, I’m not going to last.” He pushes forward, until he’s all the way inside me.

Until our hips connect. I trap the sob trying to work its way up my chest inside, but I can’t stop a single tear from slipping free.

It rolls down my cheek, and a moment later, Monster’s perversely soft lips are kissing it away .

“It’s okay,” he whispers to me. “You’re doing well.

Fuck , Scarlett, you’re so beautiful. So perfect.

So fucking mine .” His hips snap back, then lurch forward again.

A small cry escapes me at the force. His lips move down to my neck, licking at the skin there before latching on with a wet, greedy kiss.

Despite myself, the sensation makes me soften ever so slightly.

I’m being invaded, I’m being watched during the cruelest moment of my life, and right now, the only anchor I have is the man who put me in this position.

This situation can be bad or worse, and I choose bad.

I force myself to relax, though it doesn’t help the pain very much.

Monster’s kisses do, though. He sets a staccato pace inside me while working my neck and my jaw with his lips, and each kiss makes me relax a bit more.

That is, until he reaches the edge of my lips.

His hover over mine, and for a second, I contemplate leaning forward and kissing him.

Trying to find some escape from this terror.

But I don’t. I’m not that weak—not yet. I turn my head to the side, eyes firmly squeezed shut.

My rejection upsets Monster, which makes him thrust faster, harder.

I thought he was being harsh with me already, but this is worse.

Another tear slips free, and I promise myself it’ll be the last one I shed tonight.

Hopefully, the last I shed until I get out of this nightmarish place.

“I’m close.” He kisses my neck, sucks on it. “Goddamnit, your pussy is heaven. Sheer fucking heaven.” Another kiss, followed by a light bite. “You’re going to take every drop of my cum, Scarlett, aren’t you?”

I don’t respond; he snaps his hips forward so harshly I yelp. “ Aren’t you? ”

“Yes,” I whine.

“Yes, what?” he asks.

I swallow. “Yes, Monster. ”

“Good enough.” A few more thrusts, and I feel the strange sensation of his cock stiffen even further, and then it starts to twitch and pulse. Warmth follows, and I know he’s buried his release deep inside me. It feels like the rawest violation, repulsive and abhorrent.

“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing my cheek. “Good girl. You did so well.” I clench my jaw and shift my head away from him. I just want him out of me, off of me.

“Get out.” I know he’s not talking to me; he’s talking to Cain. “You saw what you needed to. Now go.”

“You’ll need to be stricter in the future,” Cain says. “Backtalking to me is not a good look for your chosen. Get her in line.” I hear his footsteps as he walks away, then the front door opens and closes.

Monster’s cock is starting to soften inside me. It’s such a weird sensation, almost fascinating, but my fascination is overcome by the sheer horror of what just transpired.

I had my virginity taken from me, brutally , by the last man who should’ve gotten it.

Monster shifts backwards, then pauses. I can almost feel the air snap taut.

I crack open my eyes, drawing my knees together, only to see Grey staring down at himself with wide eyes.

Those eyes flash up to me, and his lips part.

He’s shocked. He had no idea. He probably assumed I’d fucked around when my father called me a whore.

“Scarlett.” The word is quiet, barely a whisper. He seems to find his strength, making his voice more powerful, more dominant. “Scarlett, what the fuck?”

“I’m going to take a shower.” I want to wash him off of me, out from inside me.

“No,” he snaps. “You can shower when I give you permission. What…” he shakes his head. “Were yo u—”

“Yes.” There, I’ve said it, and now it should be over. “Yes, I was. Not anymore. You and Cain both made sure of it.” A small shudder works its way through me. I want to cry, desperately, but my emotions are so tumultuous that the tears just don’t come.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” he demands. “Jesus Christ—”

“What does it matter? You were going to do that anyways. It is what it is. Not like it’s a big deal—”

“It’s a big deal,” Monster disagrees. “If I knew…”

“If you knew, what?” I snap. My temper’s rising. I want to kill this Monster, I want to castrate him, but the only thing I can do is glare at him. “You’d have lit candles? Sprinkled flower petals on the bed? Don’t kid either of us. You did what you were always going to do, and now it’s done.”

I try to sit up, but Monster pushes me back down with a hand braced on my chest. His expression has hardened, returning to that dominant, impassive mask. I get a sinking feeling that I’m going to be seeing a lot more of it. “If I’d known, I would have prepared you. Does it hurt?”

“Of course it hurts—”

“Cut the sass.” Monster does the worst possible thing, then. He reaches for my breasts and starts playing with my nipples. Slowly. Assuredly.

I try to bat his hands away. “Don’t—”

“Try to stop me again and I’ll tie your hands to the headboard. Got it?”

I can see how serious he is. He’s not playing around. I nod, and squeeze my eyes shut.

He pinches my nipple painfully, forcing me to wince. “Eyes on me.”

I pin him with a defiant glare that he chooses to ignore. “If I’d known, I would’ve taken my time. Made you come at least once so you were ready. You’re small, so I thought your tightness was just par the course. For my oversight, I’m sorry.”

“You should be sorry that you exist—”

“ Enough .” The words leave no room for question.

“I’ve been kind to you, Scarlett. Too kind.

From here on out, if you want me to be nice, you have to earn it.

I’ve made some mistakes, granted. Taking away your clothes as a consequence was wrong, because it taught you to be ashamed of nudity.

No more. Your body has been mine for some time, but now I’m taking control of it.

If you’re a good girl, that will be much, much easier.

If not,” he shrugs, “same outcome for both of us, but it’ll take you longer to be happy. ”

“You really are a monster,” I breathe. The realization hits me hard.

He’s been kinder the last few weeks. A little softer.

He hasn’t hurt me. But tonight… tonight, he reminded me of who he really is.

The stinging pain between my legs reminds me that he’s every bit the monster I call him.

It snaps me out of the temporary bout of complacency I had while I was healing, and forces me to start thinking ahead—because I can't live like this.

I’m healed now. If I walk too fast, I still get a bit out of breath, which is a problem…

but at least I can inhale fully without feeling like there’s a physical force bearing down on my chest. At least my limp is minimal.

Running would hurt, granted, but I might be able to do it—and only if I can convince Monster that I’ve submitted to him. That I am loyal to him.

Can I do it? Can I sacrifice my body so that I can get back to my life? Get away from him?

Monster has shown me glimpses of his human side, but nowhere near enough of them. He’s told me more about his brother, given me some vulnerability, but that’s gone now. He’s stepping into the role he was always going to play—the man hellbent on owning my body. On bending me to his will.

“If you comply with me tonight, Scarlett, I’ll reward you tomorrow. If you don’t…” he twists my nipple again, and I gasp. “You’ll get punished. There are a whole new slew of punishments on the table.”

“Why?” I breathe. “Why now? You were almost… good these last few weeks.” Not good enough for me to forget who he is or what he did to me, but good enough for me to choose not to think about it every moment of every day.

“I was being lenient,” Monster says. “If you think that me not fucking you is a mark of my goodness, you’ll soon come to see that’s not the case. I didn’t touch you this way because I didn’t want to hurt you anymore than you’ve already been hurt.”

I could point out countless flaws in his logic, but I choose to seal my lips instead. I’m not strong enough to stop him right now, but I could be cunning enough to escape him in the future—and only if I play my cards right. Only if I get very clever, very quickly.