Page 92 of Devour

I take the stairs two at a time and punch in the code to our suite. The curtains are closed, making the room dim even though it’s still daylight outside. Saylor is still in bed like the cameras showed, but she’s tossing and turning. She’s twisting in the sheets with her face buried in the pillow and her hands clawing at the mattress. Her legs kick, and she’s choking back a scream.

I drop everything in my hands and storm across the room. I grab her shoulders and pull her up, and her eyes fly open, but she doesn’t see me. Her body is here, but her mind is somewhere else.

“Saylor.” I hold her face in my hands. “Look at me, little heathen.”

Her chest is heaving, and her whole body is shaking. She grabs my wrists hard enough that her nails cut into my skin. Her eyes finally focus on mine, and the terror in them makes me want to fucking kill someone.

“Axl.” She says my name, and her voice cracks on it. Her fingers are still digging into my wrists, and I don’t flinch. She can draw blood if she needs to.

“No one is ever going to fucking hurt you.” I pull her into my lap and wrap my arms around her. She’s soaked in sweat, and her heart is pounding so hard I can feel it. I hold the back of her head and let her breathe into my neck until she stops shaking.

“It happened again.” Her voice is muffled against my skin. “The nightmares. They’re getting worse.”

There’s a reason she’s having them, and I’m going to take care of whatever is terrorizing my girl. “Can you tell me more about them? Can you tell me what you remember?”

I press my mouth against the top of her head, grounding myself in the scent of her shampoo. Because I know everything she says next is going to make me ready to rip someone apart.

She doesn’t talk right away. Her fingers curl into my shirt, and she presses her forehead against my neck. I give her time because pushing her right now isn’t going to get me what I need.

“Someone is on top of me.” Her voice is so quiet I almost don’t hear it. “I can’t see his face. Most of the time I’m pinned on my stomach and can’t move. I try to push him off but my body won’t do what I tell it to. And sometimes there’s a voice, but I can’t make it out.”

My arms tighten around her, and every muscle in my body craves violence.

“How long has this been happening?”

“I don’t know. A few years, I think.” She pulls back to look at me, and her eyes are red and swollen. “I used to think it was just the drugs from when Kynlee and I would party. I thought what happened in the woods brought it all back to the surface, but they keep getting worse.” She clings tighter to me, and her small body is trembling. “They feel so real, Axl.”

I hold her face and wipe the tears off her cheeks with my thumbs. My brain is already working out the possibilities in my mind. And my body shakes with rage from each one. Her father is a fucking trafficker and has a thing for younger women. That makes him capable of fucked-up shit.

“Have you ever felt unsafe at home, Saylor?” I keep my voice steady even though my blood is running hot. “At your family’s home, I mean. Were there nights you can’t account for?”

She pulls back and looks at me with confusion on her face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean did you ever wake up and not know what happened the night before? Did your father ever make you uncomfortable? Did he ever—”

“No.” She shakes her head and wraps her arms around herself, still sitting in my lap. “My father is a lot of things, Axl, but he’s not that. He would never.” She sounds like she’s trying to convince herself more than me.

I pull her back against my chest because all she needs to know is that she has me. If her father did something to her, I’m going to figure it out, and he’s dead. He’s going to die anyway once we are done investigating him for the trafficking shit, but now I’ll make sure I’m the one that does it.

She shifts so she’s straddling me with her knees on either side of my legs and grinds her pussy against my crotch. “You’re the only thing that makes me feel better.”

I know she’s not okay because she’s doing the same thing she did in the bathtub—using me to forget. And I’m going to let her, because I’ll give her everything she ever needs in this world. My cock is already hard from the way she’s rolling her hips against me.

“Then use me.” I grip her hips and pull her tighter against me so she can feel what she does to me. “Because I’m the selfish fuck who will always take what I need from you.”

She grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. Her hands are still trembling when they press flat against my ink-covered chest, but her eyes don’t have the same life back in them yet.

But I’m not going to stop her. My girl needs me, and if this is how she needs me right now, I’ll give her every fucking inch.

She reaches between us and works my belt open. Her fingers are shaking so hard it takes her two tries, and I let her struggle while I watch to see what she’s going to do next. I know my girl, and I’ll remind her that I own her as soon as she’s ready.

She pulls my cock out and wraps her hand around it, stroking me slowly. Her grip is tight and her thumb drags over the piercings, making my hips jerk into her. She’s watching my face, licking her soft lips.

“You’re so fucking hard.” She strokes me again and watches her hand work.

“I’m always hard for you.” I slide my hand up her thigh and push her shirt up her stomach. She’s only wearing a thong underneath, and her pussy has soaked through it already. “What do you want, baby?”

She leans forward and kisses me, forcing my mouth open with her tongue. I kiss her back, digging my fingers into her hips and groaning. Then she bites my bottom lip as she pulls away. “Fuck me, Axl. Don’t treat me like I’m broken. Fuck me like I’m your good girl. I want to be so fucking good for you.”