Page 58 of Wicked Savior
Her cheeks darken. “When you took control, my mind knew it was true, and it lent a certain… It let me be demanding, but it let me also give in to you. It was freeing.” Her words are rushed, but I understand what she’s trying to tell me.
My lips graze her ear. “I love having you at my mercy.” She shifts to clench her legs together. “And being able to use my full power and not hurt you is new for me, too.” I blow in her ear. “Mm, what fun we’re going to have when we get back.”
“Back?” she questions, her eyes glazed with passion.
“As delectable as these hours have been, I have some work to do, and you’re going with me. I want to hear what you think,” I tell her, although my cock vehemently disagrees.
A spark of interest ignites in her eyes, and she stands up. Waving a hand over her body, she washes herself, but then stands there naked. “What should I wear?”
“Preferably nothing, but since I can’t blind every male in the vicinity, clothes would be best,” I reply, standing and quickly washing and dressing in black pants and a button-down shirt.
“Do you own anything not in black?” she asks, with a frown. Black pants and a green silk blouse appear on her, along with some boots. With a deft twist, she pulls her dark red hair into a smooth bun at the base of her neck.
I bend down to place my lips on my favorite spot. “Black hides blood. It’s ominous-looking, and it suits my mood.” Maybe not today, but most days. I’m a broody bastard. “You look beautiful. Ready?”
She grimaces.
When we arrive, she grips my arm for a second, but gains her equilibrium a little quicker. “It’s getting shorter, isn’t it?”
Her eyes are already darting past me to the construction site. “Yes. Where are we? Is this one of the habitats you were telling me about?”
The corner of my lips twitches, and I turn to face the project Cormal started while I was helping Evren recuperate. “It is. We decided to tackle the largest one first. There are a lot of merfolk and other creatures from the water who have made this city their home. We want to give them something that suits all their needs.”
I pull her to the edge of the large hole in front of us. “Some depths resemble those of the ocean above, but the water will slowly rise for the creatures who require shallower depths.”
She points to the middle, where the hole stops on one side and begins again on the other. “What is that for?”
“When we spoke to the people, we realized some like cold water and others need tropical or warmer waters. The divider allows us to give them two mini-oceans with both options,” I reply.
She bends down and sifts the soil between her hands. “Will this support the vegetation they will expect in this replicated environment?”
I smile and point to the huge pile of plants in the far-right corner of the construction lot. “Yes. If it hadn’t, we would have brought in new soil.”
The Nemean Lion spots us and comes striding over. Orlo’s eyes shift inquisitively to Evren, and I possessively slide an arm around her. She’s taken asshole. “Evren, this is Orlo, the site manager. Are we hitting our deadlines and budget?”
He cocks an arrogant eyebrow. “Things are coming along great. So far, we’re hitting each milestone in the timeline. Do you want a tour?”
Evren moves her head up and down before I can decline. “Yes, please.”
The damn lion flashes her a bright smile. “Wonderful. Follow me.” He strides off toward the plants in the corner, with Evren following, and me bringing up the rear. For the next hour, he explains all the different components of the project to Evren, who continues to ask question after question.
It’s extremely informative, and I find myself altering my opinion of him. When we get to the end and Evren’s asked her last question, I dip my head. “You’re doing a great job here. I don’t know if Cormal’s shown you the scope of the project, but I’d like you to consider taking on the role of lead supervisor.”
His lip curls in disdain, but he says nothing.
“It’s a great opportunity, and I know you’ll do a fabulous job. Congratulations,” she tells him, ignoring his rude behavior. “This is a terrible question, but what is that symbol on your neck?”
Orlo looks at me and smirks.
“It’s my mark,” I tell her, silently berating myself for not covering it up when I saw him walking toward us. “We had a spat when we first met. This was the penalty.”
She shoots a murderous glance at me. “I see.” Turning to Orlo, she shakes his hand. “Thank you so much for the tour. It’s magnificent.”
He beams and bends over to kiss her hand, but the snarl on my face stops him. “It was a pleasure meetingyou. Come again.” Turning around, he stalks off without a word in my direction.
Insolent asshole.
Evren pulls me around to face her. “Do you mark everyone who pisses you off?”
