Saved By Him (The Monster Series Book 2) (17 page)

We have to be quick. The longer we take the higher the risk of us getting caught.

“As long as they die.” Jack says with a hard bite to his words.

“They will.” I wipe the sweat from my face and then look towards the manor. “We have to tell River.”

“No!” Jack shakes his head.

“She’s my business partner and best friend, Jack. I will not go behind her back. Secrets only destroy trust.” Yeah, and then there’s the secret that I let Colby and Beverly go. I’m a fine one to talk!

“Let’s go now and get it over with,” I say and I don’t wait to see if Jack is coming.

We walk into the kitchen and I shake my head when I see Nanna is already back to work.

River gets up and I can see she’s going to make a run for it so I quickly say, “We need to talk.”

She stops and looks nervous when she asks, “We do?”

I just nod and then we follow her to the study. I don’t want anyone else hearing about this.

She leans against the desk. “Don’t you both want to go clean up first?” She’s trying to buy time, but there is no way. I want to get this all over and done with.

“Jack wants to go back.” I just spit it out.

Her mouth drops open and she looks at Jack. I see the flash of worry and pain in her eyes. “You can’t go back, Jack.” One emotion after the other plays off on her face. “Cameron will kill you!”

She pushes away from the desk and I quickly hold up my hand. “Hear the man out before you jump to conclusions.”

Jack’s eyes are hard when he says, “I’m going back so I can kill every last one of them.”

River’s eyes snap back to his and she shakes her head slowly. “You wanna what?”

I feel the tension roll off of Jack. His breathing quickens and he takes two stumbling steps backwards. River reaches for him but he slaps her hand away from him. “Don’t fucking touch me!” he hisses.

He throws both his hands behind his neck and he starts to pace the floor. His body is wound so tightly with the emotions that’s clearly overwhelming him right now.

He stops and takes a shuddering breath and then he hisses, “They are going to pay for what they did to me! I want them all dead. That’s the only way I’ll be able to live with myself.”

River starts to cry and I feel my own heart breaking for this man. I can’t blame him for losing it. I would too if I had to go through half the shit he went through!

“Why now?” River asks. “What changed?”

He keeps moving, his actions jittery as if he’s on a high. “The fire,” he snaps. “I want them to burn the same way they burned my mother.”

She covers her mouth, the words clearly hitting her hard. “It won’t bring her back, Jack.”

He stalks right at her and I move fast. We all end up standing in a close circle. The tension in the room can be cut with a knife. I know the man is in a world of pain but I won’t let him take it out on River! I send up a silent prayer that Jack can control himself.

“I watched them burn her,” Jack hisses. He slaps his hand hard over his chest. “I’m the one who was beaten. I was raped. I was used and abused for any sick fantasy they had!” His voice keeps climbing with the rage that’s busy consuming him. I know that feeling all too well. This man is close to exploding.

“I was degraded and betrayed.” He turns away from us and snaps, “They will pay! They have to pay.”

River chokes the words out, “Your brother too?”

I open my mouth to give my piece of mind on that piece of shit but Jack beats me to it. “Especially him!” he roars.

He takes a step back and sucks in a breath. Then he whispers, “Especially David and Cameron. To them I was nothing but a way to fill their bank balances with. I want it all to burn down around them and then I want them to die.”

“Jack,” River whispers hoarsely. “Killing people … it’s not just flipping a switch and they’re gone. You’re killing humans … taking another’s life. That’s a huge deal.”

I look at River frowning. I really didn’t expect her to say that. She was quick to give me the order last night and now she’s telling Jack that he can’t kill the people who tortured him? Hell fucking no!

“They’re not human. No human will have a nine year old boy gang raped. They are monsters and they deserve to die like monsters.”

The emotion in this room is thick and pulsing with Jack’s pain. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

River starts to cry and as much as I want to hold her, it’s not my place right now – not while Jack is standing here spilling his heart out to us.

She doubles over as her emotions tear through her.

“I’m doing it. Nothing you can say or do will change my mind.” Jack says vehemently.

“What about the other slaves that live there?” she cries out. “They are innocent. You can’t just kill people!”

Jack shakes his head hard. “I would rather have died a thousand deaths than remain a slave. The slaves are just as bad as Cameron and David. I’ve seen them hurt each other. They killed the weaker ones! I’ve been raped and beaten by them so many times! They tried to kill me every time a guest would favor me instead of one of them. That house is filled with monsters! They all deserve to die! I will do this with or without your help.”

Jack storms from the room but what he just said makes me want to help him even more. Sophia told me about what happened with Tiffany before Cameron made Sophia kill her. Sophia told me how she was replaced with Rosa, someone she considered a friend – some friend she was! The second David showed Rosa attention Sophia was left to be beaten. That place is a nest of vipers!

I pull River into my arms and we both just stand together for a while. We’re both upset but this is about Jack, not us.

“Let the man have his revenge. It’s what he needs to feel that he did something to fight back. It’s the only way he’ll be able to have some self-respect.” I pray to God that I’m right as I tell River this.

Sophia~

I can feel something is wrong. Adam has been keeping busy and at night he’s distant. I know he’s upset because of the fire, we all are!

I keep telling myself I just need to be patient with him.

The days crawl by slowly. I try to do more in the kitchen so Miss Ella’s not on her feet so much. I can see where Adam gets his stubborn streak from.

I plan on talking to Adam tonight. I need to know what’s wrong, just maybe I can fix it.

I sit on Adam’s bed as I wait for him to come out of the shower. When he comes out and he sees me sitting on the bed, he stops and just looks at me.

“When is your birthday?” he asks suddenly.

I frown and shake my head. “I think it’s in February. I’m not sure.”

There is a flash of pain in his eyes and I quickly scramble off of the bed. I go stand in front of him. “It doesn’t matter. What matters,” I place my hand on his chest, hoping he’ll talk to me, “is you telling me what’s been eating at you. I’m worried. You’ve been distant.”

He takes my hand and we walk out of the house. I’m only dressed in one of his shirts, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

We walk quite a distance, all the way to the barn. We go inside and it’s even darker. I move closer to Adam, holding onto his hand with both of mine. I don’t know how he can see in the dark.

We move deeper into the barn before we stop. “Close your eyes,” Adam whispers.

“Why? It’s dark already,” I say.

“Just close them for me,” he laughs.

I pinch my eyes shut. “There, they’re closed.” I cross my arms over my chest and wait to see what Adam will do next.

Even though my eyes are closed, I can see when a light goes on. Adam comes to stand next to me and then he whispers, “You can open them.”

I open my eyes and for a moment I can only stare.

There is a box in front of me with my name carved on the top.

“I used the wood from the stables to make you this box,” he whispers. He picks it up and brings it over to me.

My hands are shaking as I take it from me. “You made it for me?”

He smiles softly and says, “I was thinking you could write your bad memories down and then put them in the box. Once you’ve written the last of your memories we can bury the box.”

Tears start to spill over my cheeks and I give Adam a shaky smile. “Thank you for making me a memory box.”

He lifts his hand to my face and brushes a tear from my cheek. “Anything for you, Sweetheart.”

He’s just staring at me and I wonder what he sees. The look on his face is tender. He takes the box from me and he looks down at it. “The tree might’ve died when it was chopped down, and the wood might’ve burned in the fire but look at it now – it’s been shaped into something beautiful – just like you.”

Adam is right! Laughter bubbles over my lips and I throw myself into his arms. “Thank you so much!”

For a moment Adam’s intense gaze holds mine and then he whispers, “I am going to kiss you.”

When he lowers his mouth to mine I think he’s going to kiss me, but then he goes lower until he presses a kiss to my neck. Just as I think Adam is going to kiss my neck again he dips lower, and he presses a kiss dangerously close to my breast.

“What are you doing?” I whisper. I’ve never been kissed like this and it’s making my insides tremble.

Adam lifts his head, the look on his face is determined. “I didn’t say which part of you I was going to kiss.”

“Oh,” I whisper.

He takes my hand and he leads me over to a ladder. “Up you go.”

I climb the ladder quickly and I’m surprised by what I find. There’s a blanket and pillows scattered right by a window.

Adam climbs up after me and I turn to him with a smile. “Did you plan this?”

“Oh, I hoped for it,” he laughs.

As he walks to me the smile disappears and I see the heat in his eyes. He takes my hand and he pulls me down to the blanket. His hands go around my waist and with one hard tug I’m flat on my back.

“Right where I want you,” he whispers hoarsely and then he leans over me. He kisses the base of my throat where my pulse is racing like a wild horse. “I am going to kiss every inch of you. I’m going to make you mine, Sophia.”

“You are?” I swallow nervously. I’ve never felt so nervous before! The feelings rushing through me feel foreign but good at the same time.

I want to squirm and my stomach is filled with tiny flutters.

When his fingers skim over my hip, my heart sets off at a wild pace. His lips find mine, and when his tongue slips into my mouth, I feel myself melting into him. This must be what desire feels like!

Suddenly, his mouth pulls away from mine. His hand slips under my shirt and rests over my ribs, just under my breast. His touch is firm but gentle at the same time. No man has ever touched me like that. He has my full attention.

He doesn’t kiss my mouth again. He moves his hand up and gently trails his fingers between my breasts. My chest rises and falls as my breathing speeds up.

“Sophia, I want you,” he whispers. “I want all of you.” His words are a low growl from deep within his throat and it makes my abdomen clench with pleasure. His mouth finds mine again and he kisses me thoroughly. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and a pleasure filled moan bubbles up my throat. Our tongues twist together and I feel a need growing inside of me.

I savor the feel of his hard body beneath my hands. It’s never felt this good to touch a man. I press myself up against him. I want him! I want him so much it hurts.

Adam starts to push the shirt up and my arms move up so he can slip the fabric over my head. He tosses the material to the side. He glides his hands down my arms and sides, and I experience the most sensual feeling, leaving me wanting so much more.

He quickly shoves his sweats down and when we’re both naked he doesn’t just fuck me. He lowers himself over me and with his eyes holding mine, he whispers, “I’m going to make love to you, Sophia. I love you so fucking much.”

It feels as if my heart is exploding as he says the words I’ve been craving all of my life.

Tears spill down the sides of my face, disappearing into my hair.

“It will only ever be you, Sweetheart.”

I reach for him and pull him down to me. I lift my head a little and place my own kisses at the base of his neck, but when he freezes I stop.

“Now is not the time to stop,” he growls and laughter bubbles over my lips. I dig my nails into his back and move closer still, so I can kiss his throat. When Adam’s hand skims over my breast, I arch into his feather soft touch.

I bury my face in Adam’s shoulder and take a deep breath, filling my lungs with him.

He moves down and then his mouth closes over my nipple. He tugs at it softly but I feel it between my legs. He keeps moving down, placing soft kisses all over me. I’ve never felt so treasured in my life.

He positions his shoulders between my legs and then I feel his tongue brush over my clit. My whole body jerks and my hands shoot down. I grab his hair and as he licks me again, I try to push him closer to me. He only gives me three more delicious licks and then he moves back up my body.

I made other people feel that wonderful sensation!
The thought hits my breath right from me.

“What? What’s wrong?” Adam asks a look of worry on his face.

He cups my face in the palm of my hands and I whisper my shame to him, “I made other people feel that good and it makes me feel ashamed.”

“Oh Baby,” Adam whispers intensely, “you didn’t make them feel like that. They took that from you! Don’t you ever blame yourself for something those bastards did.”

I take a few deep breaths, nodding my head. Adam is always right.

“Have you had an orgasm before?” he asks out of the blue.

I feel my cheeks flame up and I shake my head. “Slaves are not allowed to come, not that I would’ve – it hurt too much.”

Adam presses a kiss to my temple and he just holds me for a while, then I feel his hand slip down my body. He cups me and then he slips a finger inside of me. “I’m going to make you come, Sweetheart,” he whispers before he kisses me again.

His hand starts to move slowly – carefully – and it makes my heart swell with love for this man. He’s so gentle with me. There’s no pain, for the first time in my life.

He slips his finger in deep and flicks my clit with his thumb, and together it makes it feel like my heart is pulsing between my legs. My body starts to tighten and I can’t keep the moans from coming.

My body starts to jerk and then the most amazing feeling floods me. My hips start to move on their own and I thrust up against Adam’s hand. He presses down harder on me and my mind shorts out.

Sizzles and tingles zap up and down my body and my toes curl from the pleasure that’s robbing me of my breath.

I slump back down, my body feeling weak from the orgasm. I watch as Adam rolls a condom on his hard cock and then he positions his hips between my legs.

I close my eyes, waiting for the pain, but then I feel his hand on my chin. “Open your eyes, Sweetheart.”

I do and his eyes are warm as they settle on mine. He starts to push against me and then I feel him slowly slide into me. It makes the tingles return full force and all I can do is wrap my arms around him as the emotions swamp me. His arms go around me and he holds me tightly while his hips thrust slowly against me.

I’ve never felt so safe, so loved and so treasured before, and the emotions overwhelm me. I start to cry softly as Adam makes love to me, as he shows me just how good sex can be if it’s with the person you love.

I don’t come again but it’s a wonderful moment when Adam comes. He holds me so tight, his face buried in my neck as he finds his release.

He doesn’t pull out of me and just walk away. Instead he stays deep in me, holding me until my tears subside.

He lifts his head and his eyes are still warm with love as he looks down at me.

“Thank you,” I whisper and I can’t help it as I start to cry again. “Thank you for making me happy. Thank you for keeping me safe.” I take a deep breath and whisper hoarsely, “Thank you for letting me love you, Adam.”