Page 54 of Savage Captor (Deadly Devotion #1)

Already, I feel myself growing wet, my body priming for an orgasm.

An insatiable need sparks within me, making me far more compliant than I otherwise would’ve been.

I lean forward and grip his thighs in place of my own, then reach for his cock with one hand.

I have no idea what I’m doing, so I ask quietly, “how?”

Monster blinks slowly. “Wrap your gorgeous lips around the tip and suck. Lick it with your tongue, try different things. Explore. I’m not going to punish or direct you unless you’re being a brat. This is for you as well as me.”

There’s a white bead of fluid leaking from his tip, so I lean forward and lap at it with my tongue, deciding to start there.

Salt bursts on my tastebuds, new but not unpleasant, and Monster hisses out a long breath, muttering a curse.

Since he seems to enjoy the motion, I lick his crown a few more times, then curl my tongue over the underside of his cock.

The toy buzzing between my legs is having a strange effect on me, making everything fuzzy around the edges and freeing up my inhibitions.

I know from yesterday morning that toys can be a double-edged blade; too much pleasure turns into a cruel sort of agony, and Monster has no issues using that against me.

If I don’t want to end up suffering my way through countless orgasms, I need to please him.

I take his tip in my mouth and suck. Without warning, the vibrations dial up in intensity, buzzing almost angrily against my clit. My nails dig into Monster’s thighs and a moan claws its way up my throat.

“Fuck yes,” Monster groans. “Just like that. God, your mouth is heaven. Keep going, baby. You’re doing so well.”

Another, longer moan escapes me as he fists my hair in his hand.

I tense, but he doesn’t start controlling my movements.

He’s just reminding me that he can . To avoid having him take control and leave my throat sore again, I take more of his length in my mouth, sucking hard enough to make my cheeks hollow.

The vibrations inside of me go up in intensity once again, and suddenly, the heat coursing through my body turns suffocating.

Without warning, I’m hanging on the very edge of an orgasm.

A longer moan is forced out of my chest, and Monster hisses again.

“I’m already getting close.” He squeezes my hair.

“Take as much of me as you can inside—yes, like that. Good girl.” I slide farther down until he’s nudging the back of my throat, until I’m a moment away from gagging.

I barely have a third of his cock in my mouth, so I wrap one of my hands around his base, and start jerking off the places I can’t reach with my mouth while I suck.

“ Shit ,” Monster rasps. “Fuck—just like that. I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow every drop. Are you close?”

I moan my agreement around his cock. I feel it start to pulse inside my mouth, so I speed up my jerking motions and suck so hard it makes my cheeks ache, laving my tongue along the underside.

He dials the vibrations up, making my whole body tense with preparation.

I start pulsing around the dildo at the same time his cock twitches, and his salty release shoots down my throat and spreads over my tongue.

My legs start trembling, and the shake spreads to my entire body as I give myself over to my orgasm, surrendering to the pleasure, letting it briefly make me forget about my circumstances.

The orgasm gives me a moment’s reprieve from the hellscape that has become my life, and I don’t fight it.

I need the break. As it starts to ebb, Monster dials the vibrations back down, before turning them off, letting me have a break.

He gently pulls my head off his cock, gazing down at me with lidded eyes.

“Show me your tongue. I want to make sure you swallowed every drop.”

My cheeks flame with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment, but I open my mouth and stick out my tongue nevertheless.

“Good girl. Now, we get a small break, and then we’ll go again.”

My stomach clenches. “Again?”

“Again,” Monster confirms. “At least two more times. You’re going to become a pro at sucking my cock, and I’m going to get that pussy nice and swollen so that when I fuck it later, it’s already dripping wet and blazing hot.”

He stays true to his word, having me suck him off two times while he plays with the settings of the toy, driving me into a state of near incoherence.

Then, he takes me to the bedroom and does exactly as he said he would; removes the toy and replaces it with his cock, fucking my hypersensitive pussy and playing with my swollen clit until I’m screaming and crying.

By the time we both finish and he’s satisfied, I’m exhausted, eyes drooping.

But my night isn’t over yet. I thought about it during the day, and the best way to poison Monster would be to slip the oleander flowers into his drink.

To succeed, I need to avoid his suspicion, which means I need to set a pattern.

A ritual. Ideally, I’d have already been doing it for weeks, but maybe I can make it work.

When Monster collapses beside me, breathing harshly, I force my droopy eyes to open and sit up, trying to ground myself and push away all the pleasure hormones clouding my mind. Monster turns to his side, staring at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“Something the matter?”

Everything about this place . “No,” I say instead of voicing my thoughts. “Just want to make myself a cup of tea.”

“Tea,” Monster repeats dubiously. “Why?”

“Because I’m sick of sedating myself to sleep, and I used to have a bedtime ritual of drinking a few cups of chamomile. It helps me sleep.”

That gets Monster to pay attention. “You should’ve said something sooner—I’d have gotten it for you already.”

Something tugs at my chest yet again. This monster is a walking oxymoron.

He’s cruel, forcing himself on me one second, and then kind the next moment.

His mood swings make him difficult to predict, but as long as I don’t broach certain topics, he remains almost…

pleasant. My tumultuous emotions toward him deepen.

I really don’t know how to reconcile his ability to be callous and terrifying one moment with his occasional thoughtfulness and kindness.

“I have old tea boxes in the cabinet for tonight; tomorrow, I’ll get you chamomile.” He tips his chin at the door. “Go ahead, make yourself some tea.”

“Do you…” I clear my throat. This next part will be tricky. “Do you want to join me?”

Monster’s eyebrows raise slightly, and his eyes warm. “Sure.”

“Can I have clothes?” My dress was discarded earlier when we moved from the couch to the bed .

Monster shakes his head. “I want to stare at your tits while we drink.”

A pinch of embarrassment tightens my chest, but I ignore it. If I play my cards right, I won’t have to deal with this humiliation much longer. Getting him to drink tea with me tonight is good; tomorrow night, I’ll do the same.

We settle in the kitchen while waiting for the electric kettle to boil.

Monster only has an old box of peppermint tea, and while it’s not what I prefer, I do miss having my nightly cup of tea—I wasn’t lying about that bit.

As he said he would, Monster spends more time gazing at my body than anything else, openly ogling and admiring me.

The sense of humiliation doesn’t dull, but it is joined by something else; flattery.

Having his eyes on me is uncomfortable, not having the choice to cover myself sucks, but his hungry gaze makes me feel beautiful and desirable. I’ve never felt that way before.

“If you’re always going to have me naked around here, could you at least disable the hidden cameras everywhere?” I ask.

Monsters eyes narrow as he stares at me, tilting his head to the side. “No.”

If there are cameras watching me, I don’t know how I’ll be able to slip the oleander into his drink. I’ll have to try to do it when he’s not around, otherwise there’s a much better chance that he’ll catch me.

“Please,” I try again. “I… I’m trying to be comfortable here.

To settle. You’ve already taken so much from me, including my dignity.

Please give me just a piece of it back. If you’re worried I’ll hurt you, there’s literally no way for me to do that—there aren’t any sharp objects here.

Just, please… please give me something . ”

Monster folds his arms over his chest, considering my request in silence.

His brows furrow as he thinks it over, occasionally giving his head a small shake.

The tea boils and the electric kettle automatically turns off, so I fill two mugs with the hot water and plop teabags into them.

Tentatively, I slide one over to Monster.

He picks his mug up and blows on it, gazing at me over the rim.

Several things need to fall into place for me to succeed, and disabling the cameras is one of them. If he says no, I’ll have to find a way to convince him.

“Fine,” Monster says, nodding once. “We’ll try it. If you fuck it up, though, the cameras are going back on forever—and I’m going to punish you. I’m willing to give you some leniency, but that’s conditional on your good behavior.”

“You make it sound like I’m in prison,” I quip.

A small, reluctant smile spreads on Monster’s lips. It softens his handsome, rugged features, making him seem a little more human. “I don’t want to be your prison warden, Scarlett. As long as you obey and work with me, I’ll work with you.” He pauses, swallowing. “I’d like us to be happy together.”

His words ring with faint hope and sincerity. Again, that damn guilt returns. “I know,” I say softly. “I’ll try, too. But… it’s hard.”

“I know it is.” Monster circles his arms around my waist, and I take care not to tense at his touch.

“I haven’t said this to you before because I didn’t think you’d believe me.

You probably still won’t, but I’ll say it anyways.

” He leans down slightly, capturing my gaze with his own.

I find myself holding my breath. “I’m sorry for hurting you, Scarlett.

I never, ever would’ve done that if I hadn’t seen the bullshit Boyce showed me.

And, terrible as it is… I’m also glad that I found you and captured you.

Not that I hurt you, but… you’re probably the only good thing I have in my life right now.

That makes you precious to me. I don’t like the circumstances that brought us to each other, but I am glad we found each other. ”

I swallow hard, unsure of how to respond to that.

It’s almost sweet, but it’s also so messed up.

I can’t deny that it sparks a strange warmth in my chest, and even though I shouldn’t believe him, I do.

He’s sincere in his apology—I can see it in his eyes.

It doesn’t change what he did to me, but it does soften the blow of his cruelty ever so slightly.

It also brings a resurgence of preemptive guilt.

I can’t find any words to give him, so I simply nod. He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Right. Let’s drink some tea and go to bed.”

Monster’s trying with me; I can see it. And the way I’ll thank him for his courtesy, for his openness, is by poisoning him with a fatal toxin.