Page 28 of Saviour
“Okay?” He nods and after hesitating, I nod back.
He wraps his arms around me again and I do what he said in slow steps, but when it comes to throwing him over my shoulder, nothing happens.
“That was all the right moves. You just have to put the power in it now that you know what you’re doing.”
I nod again and we go over the hip toss for ages. Each time he wraps his arms around me from behind, I get a little quicker and eventually, with some huge effort, I throw him off my shoulder.
“Good, but I need that power, Rori.”
I nod and with all determination, I position myself in front of him.
He walks slowly behind me, his eyes piercing through mine in our reflections in the mirror. I wait and wait for his arms to wrap around me, waiting for the moment he’ll strike. It’s agonising.
Dax leans forward and I tense my body, ready for the move, when his lips come right to my ear.
“Do your worst, Birdie.”
And with that, his arms go to wrap tightly around mine, but I don’t hesitate. I step in between his legs, raise my right hand under his armpit, align our hips, and with force, lean forward, bringing him over my shoulder and throwing Dax to the ground. But the force of the throw has me losing my balance and I land half on top of him.
After the shock has worn off, I smile at myself and go to stand, but before I can, Dax grabs hold of my hips and flips us around so I’m on my back, with Dax pinning me under him.
I take a deep breath and shake my hips, trying to wriggle out of his hold.
“I’d stop that if I were you, Rori.”
I still and feel his pelvis pinning me to the ground, his bulge hard and obvious against my centre, and I close my eyes, trying to push the traumatic memories away.
Left, right, hook, hook, up, up.
“Rori,” Dax whispers and I stop muttering, realising I’m chanting the words out loud and not in my head. “Open your eyes, Birdie.”
I slowly peel them open and look into Dax’s dark brown eyes and relax a little at the softness in his gaze.
“Are you okay?”
I consider his question for a minute and nod, realising that actually, I am. Staring into Dax’s eyes has taken any scary thoughts of Maxwell and my past away and replaced them with a calmness I never knew could happen.
Dax shifts his weight onto one arm and lifts a hand to my face, placing his fingers gently under my chin and pulling my lip free from between my teeth with his thumb.
The pad of his thumb brushes softly over my lip and without a warning, without even a conscious thought that I was doing it, a whimper leaves my lips and the small bulge between Dax’s legs is present again against me.
But this time it’s not fear I feel. It’s arousal and many, many inappropriate thoughts.
Dax continues to rub his thumb over my lip gently and leans close to my ear. The scent of his blond hair is clean and sweet, and his breath tickles the side of my neck and ear. And in the quietest of whispers, so quiet I wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t murmuring it directly into my ear, Dax says, “Make that noise again, Birdie.”
And I do. The small whimper escapes my lips without a warning and Dax lets out a huge breath that shivers down my neck and spine, all the way to my toes.
I feel the smallest press of his hips into my centre and just as I press back and feel him hit my clit, I slam my hands up to his shoulders and roll him off of me, crawling out from under him. I run for the door and don’t stop until I’m back in my room, panting, pressed up against the door.
Aged 12
“Aurora, where’s your sister?”
I stand in the corner of the room, ready for his entrance. Maxwell never knocks. He always makes his way through no matter what. A few years ago, he walked into my room whilst I was changing and he made me do the rest in front of him. He said that if I was willing to take my clothes off, I might as well show someone.
Then a year after that he walked in on me in the shower. My little sister had pushed me over into the huge muddy puddle that never seems to dry out at the end of the driveway. I knew Maxwell would kill me if he saw me so dirty, so I rushed to get clean. I forgot to lock the door. And Maxwell demanded to watch me. If I was going to get so dirty, he had to make sure I was completely clean.
I’ve learnt my lesson since then. I only change under the covers on my bed and I always lock the bathroom door and place a chair under the handle. Just in case.
