Page 27 of Save Me
Thayer finally groans, a low, guttural sound from deep within him as he dumps his cum into my ass, marking me in yet another way. He has taken my anal virginity, and no one will ever be able to do that again. He claimed me in ways no one else can. His grip on my hair loosens, and he pulls out slowly—too slowly—making me feel every inch as he leaves an ache behind, with cum spilling down my thighs.
He collapses next to me on the couch, his breaths ragged as the room fills up with heavy silence again.
“Do you see what happens when you hurt us?” Quen murmurs, crouching down next to me as I stay on all fours, his hand on the back of my neck, over where he chipped me.
“Yes.”
“Will you ever do it again?”
I shake my head, tears spilling from my eyes.
“Words, little kitty.”
“No,” I whisper.
“If anyone threatens you, blackmails you, or even looks at you in a way you don’t like, it’s our job to make that fucker pay. Not yours. Do you understand that, little kitty? You are ours. We own you, body and soul. That means we protect you because no one touches or hurts what’s ours.”
I nod because I’m not capable of words. But while his words sends rockets of deep, messed up lust shooting through me, something doesn’t sit right with me. It’s not the chipping, it’s not the punishment, it’s not the ownership. It’s that this goes both ways.
“Let us love you now,” he murmurs before I can voice my thoughts.
He scoops me up in his arms before I can sort through the emotions swirling inside me. He’s gentle as he carries me to my room, Callum following while the other two hang back.
Quentin places me on the bed and goes off to start the shower. Callum stands in front of me and stares down at me, messy, sweaty and crying. He pulls out a knife and gently lifts my bound wrists, slicing through the zip tie before he replaces the knife in his back pocket. “Look at me,” he murmurs, placing his fingers under my chin to tilt my head back.
His gaze locks with mine, a storm of emotions swirling in those soulful eyes that could drown me if I let them. “You’re going to be okay,” he says, his voice steady but layered with a concern that wrenches at my insides.
I can’t hold his gaze; I don’t deserve it. Not after what I’ve done, not after the bloody chaos I’ve caused. He lifts my chin again, forcing me to meet his eyes. “We’re here for you, Vogue. All of us. Even when you fuck up.”
The door to the bathroom swings open, and steam pours out as Quentin steps back into the room. Callum doesn’t move away from me, his fingers still gentle under my chin. He drops them to my wrists to help rub circulation back into my hands. He helps me up and leads me to the bathroom.
“Leave us, yeah?” he mutters to his twin.
Quen gives him a hard glare, but nods once. It’s the first time I’ve been alone and naked with the leader of his gang of next-gen mafia princes, and it twists my guts in a way that makes me sweat with nerves.
“We’re moving forward now, Vogue. This will never be thrown back in your face or used against you to win an argument or to make you feel bad. It’s forgotten. Okay?”
I nod.
“But you need to understand that we are not average guys. We fight for what’s ours, and you are ours. We will bleed for you,kill for you, and die for you if it comes to that. It’s loyalty that most people cannot comprehend, that I don’t even thinkyoucan comprehend.”
I gulp and shake my head, looking up at him, towering over me as steam from the shower curls around us. “Not true. I know. Everything Quentin said to me applies to you four as well. I will kill anyone who hurts you.”
He takes a second to process that, not giving anything away as he stares down at me. “That’s a big declaration, Vogue.”
“I know. Doesn’t make it any less true.”
He grips my chin, tighter this time, and skims his lips over mine. “You’re so precious, sweet girl. I adore you. I know we haven’t spent much time together one-on-one, but there is a reason for that. I hope you don’t think that I’m not as invested as the other guys.”
Shaking my head, the motion is deliberate and slow. “I never thought that,” I rasp, feeling raw in more ways than one. “I know each of you has their own way.”
Callum’s thumb strokes my cheek softly, a contrast to the iron grip he had moments ago. “I’m not…” He sighs, and the intensity of his stare increases. “None of us are good with feelings and shit. But this isn’t about that. It’s about letting them love you, about letting them find their place with you because once I give in to the ache clawing at me to possess you completely, it will be all-consuming. Do you understand that, Vogue? I need them to be secure in your love for them before I allow myself to consume you.”
My breath catches at his words. I do understand, I think. I have to. It’s a twisted kind of love, demanding and violent in its need to protect and own, but it’s the love they’re offering me, and despite every fucked up turn my life has taken, I want it—crave it like a drug that I’ve become addicted to without ever having a taste. In that weird way that revelations have, I see now whydrugs destroy lives. It’s not an option. Once you’ve had the taste, you have to go back, or you will die without it. Will these guys destroy me? Ruin me? Maybe, but they might also end up saving me, and that’s the risk I’m jumping into the fire for.
“Callum,” I whisper, and the tremble in my voice matches the quake in my limbs. “I’m scared.”
He softens at that, just for a second, before the mask is back in place. “You don’t need to be scared of us.”
