Page 107 of Savage Don

The offer makes my toes curl. But I also hate that I can’t think of any reward other than his cock and his kisses.

But then something else comes to mind. Something that I thought I had forgotten about. Something that I’m suddenly intensely curious about.

“Would you show me what’s in those boxes under your bed?”

Somehow, I doubt they’re filled with polaroid photos from his high school days.

“Are you sure you want to find out?” Ray asks, raising his brow at me. There’s enough intensity in his voice that I hesitate to answer.

But only for a moment.

“I’m not scared of the monsters under your bed, Ray Byrne.”

That makes him smile again. “I miss when you would call me master.”

“If you win, I might just start calling you master again.”

“Deal.”

The sexual tension that follows from our little bet bleeds over into the rest of the night. Over the course of our meal, we inch closer to each other, until we’re practically playing footsie beneath the table cloth.

Every time he touches me, a gust of fire washes up through my body. This man drives me wild. And what’s more is that he makes me okay with it, despite all of his possessiveness and darkness.

Even after the food comes and goes, we continue our little game. I know I’m still being tested, but I somehow feel in control. There’s something I can win. A secret I can uncover.

God, it’s nice to feel in control for once—even if I know deep down inside that I’m not really. Still, Ray makes it easy to push aside the dark thoughts. He makes it easy to forget about what he has planned for me.

Even when his mischievous charm fails, I turn to the wine and the food. Another bite of another delicacy, another sip of a vintage wine, it all makes it so easy to push away the darkness and just live in the moment.

And fuck me if I’m not having fun by the time the waiters have cleared away our desert plates and left us to sink into our seats.

“Full?” Ray teases, his rich brown eyes shining beneath the soft chandelier lights.

“Never,” I remind him, unable to stop myself from biting down on my lower lip.

“Sounds like I need to keep feeding you.”

“What’s next on the menu?”

“Me.”

A ragged breath juts down my throat as I stare at the man who’s made me feel so good… and so fucking awful.

“I don’t know if that’s enough,” I whisper, trying to joke. But the heaviness is returning.

“You haven’t seen half of what I can offer you,” Ray says. Reaching across the table, he offers me his hand.

I hesitate to take it.

This man wants to control me. He wants to use me. And he wants me to like it.

The fact that he’s slowly succeeding makes me worried for my soul. Can amazing sex really make up for a life of servitude? Can his cock really satisfy me if it takes away everything else in my life?

My dreams are halfway finished. My life is just beginning. But Ray wants to take it all away and replace it with his own carefully calculated design.

He wants me to be his.

I just don’t know if I can give myself to him.