Page 59 of Saviour
After we’ve both caught our breaths, I pull out of her and watch our mixed cum drip down her thigh, and I know she’s embarrassed, but I can’t imagine anything sexier.
I reach my hand lower, collecting our release on my fingers and pushing it back into her, and she wriggles underneath me. I kiss her neck, not stopping until I’m satisfied.
“Rori, one day, I’m going to claim this pussy for eternity. Whether that’s through marriage, putting a baby in you, or just from you agreeing to never give it to anyone else ever again. But it’s mine.You’remine.”
She looks at me in the mirror nodding, closing her legs together so it can’t drip down her legs again.
“I’m so sorry, Dax,” she says again and I turn her head, kissing her lips lightly.
“I know. But no more secrets. We do this together.”
She nods.
“Together.”
I’ve spent two months watching my back, sleeping with one eye open, doing everything I can to never leave Dax’s side. It’s been eleven months since King and Puck disappeared on Dax. I’ve been living in the Rhivers’ mansion for six months. Three months since Dax’s letter went out to King with still no news and two months since I approached Carlo and confessed everything to Dax.
Yet still, there’s been no change.
Until tonight.
Carlo has been acting weird. Weirder than usual. We barely see him and when we do, he disappears into his study and never comes out. I’d be grateful for it if I wasn’t suspicious. Carlo knows I wanted to stop distracting Dax, and at any moment he could go back on his word and send me back to Maxwell, but so far he hasn't. And neither me nor Dax knows his motives anymore.
Living life in the mansion has been like a slice of normality. We’re doing domestic day-to-day things. Dax has taught me how to use his laptop. We still go to the gym every day.
We have sex. A lot.
He’s taught me to cook. We help Maria clean. We take walks around the grounds and we visit the lake. Life feelsnormal.
And since that eventful day a couple months ago, I’ve even started wearing my hair differently. I’ve been using Dax’s laptop to search for hair tutorials and I’ve got pretty good. I love to style my hair in lots of different ways, but I always incorporate a plait of some sort. I’ve struggled to let go of it completely.
Today I have plaited the front, across both sides of my head, meeting them in the middle then tying it off into a high ponytail. I feel like I amsomebodynow, not just Aurora Shaw living in the shell of a little girl who grew up in a foster home with abusive parents.
I’m now Rori. Birdie. And I’m loving myself more and more every day.
And I love Dax more and more every day.
I just wish there were some answers for him in regards to King and Puck. Emerson said the letter delivered fine. He pushed it through the bars to King’s cell as he walked past, making sure no one saw. But he hasn’t gone back since, and Kennedy hasn’t brought up another visit. We’re just clueless.
But tonight, Carlo got a hold of me on my way back from the gym and as much as I kicked and thrashed, I was no match for his three bodyguards. One hand clamped over my mouth whilst others restrained my hands and legs, lifting me in the air.
With some struggle, because I wasn’t about to make it easy on them, they tied me to a chair in Carlo’s study and duct taped my mouth so many times, even my whimpers were silent.
I have no idea what his angle is because once they’re satisfied I’m secure, Carlo’s pathetic men leave me alone to ponder. After a few moments, once my heartbeat has slowed to a normal pace and my breathing isn’t erratic, I hear Carlo’s voice from a little way out of the study.
“Son,” he clears his throat and I freeze instantly.
“Uncle,” Dax mocks and I fidget, trying to get free.
“I need you to go and pick someone up for me. Well, there are two people you might want to find.”
The silence that follows is deadly and I try to strain my ears to listen to what comes next.
“Why can’t one of your men go and do that?” Dax spits back and I couldn’t agree more.
“Well, they could,” Carlo starts, “but I thought you’d want to be the one to go and pick your cousin up.”
Pick up King? What is Carlo’s angle and why the fuck am I tied to a chair?
