Saved By Him (The Monster Series Book 2) (4 page)

Adam~

The second I lock the door behind us, the girl sinks down to the floor and onto her knees.

I take a deep breath. Nothing in the world can prepare me for these nights. They just keep getting harder.

I need a moment to steel myself for the night ahead of us. I go through the room and I find a camera in the painting that’s on the opposite wall, facing the bed. I don’t see anything else that’s out of place and make my way to the bathroom. Sure enough, there’s another camera in the mirror. Seems it’s the same thing in all the rooms. I wash my hands so whoever has eyes on the cameras won’t get suspicious with my behavior.

When I come out of the bathroom, she’s still kneeling. Her eyelashes are lowered over her eyes as she looks at the floor. Her hair falls over her shoulders, covering half of her breasts. Her hands are at her sides, her fingers lightly touching the floor.

If I tell her to get up I’m going to see all of her. With her kneeling, parts of her body are covered. Back at the party I didn’t have time to take in the naked girls around me, I was focused on getting the job done. Now, there’s nothing but the long night stretching ahead of us.

The minutes tick by and I see her swallowing nervously. I can’t let her kneel the whole night.

“You can get up,” I whisper. I let my eyes dart to the bed and I take in the dark bedding. God only knows what’s happened on that bed.

I close my eyes for a moment. I joined the Marines so I could protect my country. Every bone in my body is wired to protect. There is no way I can hurt this girl, not even to save our lives. I’d rather die than hurt a hair on her body!

I open my eyes and force myself to look at her. For a moment her beauty overwhelms me. She looks like she’s in her early twenties. Slaves are always young. The younger they are the better for these monsters. It’s sickening.

She’s still looking at the floor. “You can look up.” Her eyes snap up and they stop in the vicinity of my neck. I lose my breath and train of thought. She has breathtakingly blue eyes. They are hypnotizing, even from across the room.

“What’s your name?” I ask. I take a step closer and she keeps perfectly still. A sliver of fear curls around my spine at the thought that she might be too far gone. She doesn’t look nervous or scared – she’s not showing any emotion, and that worries me.

“Master, my name is Sophia,” her voice comes softly. Everything about her is soft. Any hot-blooded man would want her.

I have to do something! We can’t just stand like this the whole night. That would totally blow our cover.

Slowly, I start to walk towards her. When I stop a few steps away from her, I’m still not sure what to do with her. I can’t use the same excuse as River and say I’m into watching. No man with a working dick would be able to say they just like watching.

I take another step closer to her. “I’m Adam.” At this point in time it’s a useless piece of information. She won’t use it even if I asked.

Knowing that things have passed the point of weirdness, I lift my hand to her hair. I take a few strands between my fingers. It’s as soft as it looks.

When she shuffles closer to me, I’m surprised. I stand dead still and sure enough she takes another step closer to me. She’s so close I can feel her breath on my chest. I bow my head and take in the clean smell of her hair.

I take a step back and lock my hands behind my neck to keep from touching her. I’m growing angry and frustrated with myself. We can’t just stand like this and I can’t force myself on her!

I’ve only had to deal with a slave on my own four times before tonight. Usually when we’re only taking one slave River does all the talking. She tells the slave what to do and then we pretend to look interested. When a slave is masturbating I’ll hold River’s hand, and even go as far as kissing her. Pretending with River to save a life is fine by me. Pretending to be a monster will never sit right in my gut.

She takes a step, closing the distance between us again. “I’ll satisfy any fantasy Master has,” she whispers, but this time I hear a slither of fear curling around her words. She’s scared that she’ll be punished if she can’t satisfy me.

I drop a hand to her arm and let my fingers curl around her bicep. “I just want you, Sophia. Can you do that? Just be yourself for me.” I pull her a little closer. At least we look intimate for the camera.

She rests her cheek on my chest and I feel her breaths coming fast and hot. Something I just said upset her.

I tilt my head so I can see her face, and then she whispers, “I don’t know how.”

The four words rip at my insides. Before I know what I’m doing, my arms fold around her and I pull her tightly to my chest. I wish I could wipe away her pain.

River got them. We’ll be out of here soon enough and then Sophia will be able to learn who she really is.

A million thoughts start to race through my mind. How long has she been here? What has been done to her? Will she ever recover fully? Does she have family?

I pull back and then take her hand. I lead her to the bed and even though I don’t want to touch the sheets with a ten foot pole, I know I have little choice. It would look really weird if I slept on the floor.

“Get on.” I nudge her to the bed. The second she starts to crawl onto the bed I let my eyes dart to the ceiling. Might as well say a little prayer for strength, while I’m at it.

I take a deep breath and then look at her. She’s lying on her back, totally exposed to me. It makes me sad knowing she will let me do anything to her. She won’t defend herself. To her this is normal.

The need to show her what normal really is starts to burn slowly in my chest. Soon it will be an inferno. I need to help her, to protect her.

I get on the bed and lie down next to her. I turn onto my side and prop my head up with my left hand. Using my right hand I reach for her face. I gently take hold of her jaw and turn her face to me.

“Hi,” I smile at her, hoping it will put her at ease. For a split second her eyes meet mine, and I feel that punch to my gut. Her eyes are made to seduce.

I lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. I lift my leg over hers. Half my body is covering hers and it gives me a sense of relief, knowing the pervert watching the camera can’t see her. I let my left arm slip under her neck and I pull her into me. I just want to keep her safe for one night. My right arm curls around her head and I let my fingers tangle in her hair.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper and then I place a kiss to her jaw. “Everything is going to be fine.” I press a kiss to her cheek, hoping she can feel that I mean those words. I want her to feel safe. “Please sleep, you’re safe for tonight.”

I feel her chest rising and falling faster, until I can hear her breaths. I pull back slightly, just enough to see her eyes shimmering with tears.

Before I can say something else to comfort her, she whispers heartbreakingly, “Master doesn’t want me?”

My mouth dries right up and I feel my heart crack. I’m trying to keep her safe and to her it’s rejection. The only thing that will make her feel safe is if I show her that I want her.

I have to do something before it escalates into a clusterfuck of a disaster.

Sophia~

He’s different from all the others. Nothing I tried worked with him. I scooted closer, showing I’m submissive to him and it didn’t work.

I can feel panic starting to tighten my chest. What if he doesn’t want me? That hasn’t happened before! I even crawled onto the bed so he could see my ass and pussy. He didn’t even take off his pants! I don’t know if I should remove it or just lie still. He’s not telling me what to do!

I can’t … I don’t know what to do!

My eyes start to burn again, just like it did after I killed Tiffany. I blink fast so the burning will stop.

He takes hold of my jaw and turns my face back to his and then his mouth is on mine. Relief floods my whole body, and it makes me feel dizzy for a moment. He hasn’t given me permission to touch him, so I just open my mouth and lift my face so he can get better access. It’s my job to make my Master feel good. That’s all I want to do.

His tongue sweeps through my mouth, and his arms pull me closer. I snuggle in under him, relishing in the fact that he wants me.

I didn’t do anything wrong! He wants me
.

The thought makes me eager to please him. I kiss him back, my tongue twirling with his.

He breaks the kiss and whispers against my lips, “Put your arms around me. I want you to hold me and we’ll kiss. That is all I want from you. Do you understand?”

I smile and nod quickly. He wants something from me and that is all that matters.

Adam~

I hate seeing a woman cry. Every tear is a punch to my gut. This is one of the reasons I always let River deal with the slaves. I have no problem killing someone if they are a threat, but a woman crying – that just kills me.

My eyes flit over her face and I try to get a read on her. I might have a rule about no touching, but that’s all going to shit tonight. Her bottom lip trembles and I can’t stand it anymore. I press my mouth to hers, figuring I can forgive myself for kissing her. It’s the lesser of two evils.

The moment I kiss her, I can feel her body relaxing under mine. The second she opens her mouth, my body tenses.

When she starts to kiss me back, I’m surprised and I break the kiss. I didn’t expect her to kiss me back. Slaves are like robots, they just let you take what you want. I’ve never heard of one giving it freely.

I feel her tensing again and quickly whisper, “Put your arms around me. I want you to hold me and we’ll kiss. That is all I want from you. Do you understand?”

A smile brightens her face and stuns me again. This woman is smashing through my defenses like a bulldozer!

Her slender arms go around my waist and she presses her breasts against my chest. Feeling her soft skin against my chest is like an instant shot of adrenaline straight to my heart.

I’m playing with fire, I know this. As I lower my head to hers and her warm breath fans over my mouth, I pray that I can keep control of the situation. As I press my mouth to hers, I remind myself that it’s not her choice to kiss me, to touch me – she’s doing it because it’s all she knows.

As I hold her tighter to my body, I want to weep for this beautiful girl that’s lost the most precious thing in life, her own self. Losing your identity is the worst thing. Existing and being a puppet to sick peoples’ desires is no life at all, it’s pure hell.

I kiss her softly, trying to tell her via the kiss that I care about what happens to her, that I’ll keep her safe.

She moans and I can hear it’s fake. She’s only doing what she thinks I’ll like. Her left hand slips over my side and she goes for my pants. I quickly catch her hand and pull away.

Her eyes grow huge and she quickly sputters, “Master, I’m so sorry!”

I shake my head and bring her hand to my chest. I hold it there so she won’t try something like that again. “It’s okay. Only kissing, Sophia.”

She nods and starts to lean into me again. “Only kissing,” she whispers and then she kisses me.

She tries to kiss me harder, doing the fake moan thing again. I pull her back and then tuck her face in under my neck. I bury my face in her hair and take a deep breath.

“Master doesn’t have to be gentle,” she whispers. “I don’t bruise easily.”

I hold her tighter and I feel a lump forming in my throat. I can’t do this. I’m not going to survive this night without killing someone.