Page 87 of Ruthless Keeper
“Idotrust and support you,” he grits out. “But, Scarlett, if I thought you were putting yourself in danger, Iwouldn’tsupport you. I love you too much to condone that. However, I can see you’re not. Cain has assured me of your safety, and I’d be amazed if Greyson ever laid a cruel hand on you.”
If only he knew. I believe that Greyson would never hurt me,now. Previously was a different story—but he thought I was a siren who lured his brother to his death. From the moment he learned otherwise, hehasn’thurt me. The worst he’s done is force orgasms on me, which can beworsethan pain… but it isn’t pain. He’s stuck to his word.
“Does he make you happy?” Eric asks.
I furrow my eyebrows at the question. A few weeks ago, I’d have said he makes me miserable… but really,Iwas the one making myself miserable. My belief that he was the horrible man he’d shown me at first didn’t help, but things are different now.
“I’m more content here than I have been anywhere else,” I finally say, which is true. I have a vocation here—the greenhouse. I have a man who is head over heels for me and will take the pain of death to spare me any harm. This is much different than the life I might’ve imagined for myself, but there are certainly upsides to it.
“Then I’m happy for you.” Eric pauses. “And I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a life with that contentment. I’m sorry I failed to keep you safe… multiple times.” He inhales a deep breath. “Andfuck, Scar… I amsogoddamn sorry it took me so long to get you away from Luther.”
“It’s okay,” I say softly. “You did get me out. Youdidstill save me. You still protected me. For that, I’ll forever be grateful.”
“I love you, Scar.”
“I love you too, Eric.” I pause. “I heard about Father. I understand you’ll be going after him?”
Eric pauses again. Sighs once more. “Yeah. He moved shop, so I’m going in for him with a small team. I’ll kill him, Scarlett. For you, for me…” I hear him swallow. “ForMom.”
Tears spark in my eyes. “Please be careful,” I beg. “Please. Dad is…” I shake my head. “I don’t need to tell you how dangerous and formidable he is.”
“You don’t,” he agrees. “And I’m going to put three bullets in that motherfucker. One in his useless dick for mom, one in his heart for me… and one in his head for you.”
Tobias—who, I’ve learned, goes by Toby—accompanies me to the greenhouse, as has become the standard when Greyson can’t take me. Together, Toby and I come up with a rough outline of a proposal for the farm, and a schedule for every Nighthawk to work the field as part of their physical training. He complains a few times about the manual labor, but ultimately turns out to be an asset.
Unfortunately, the current season isn’t compatible with planting—we’re heading right toward winter, so it’ll be several months before we can plant, but the guys will start working over the fields in the interim, learning the lay of the land.
Once I’ve finished up for the day, I head home to shower the dirt and sweat off myself. Just as I’ve finished, Greyson peeks his head into the bedroom.
“Don’t bother getting dressed,” he tells me, looking over my glistening skin, covered only in a towel. “Come to the office.”
I feel my eyebrows furrow. That sounds… ominous. “Have I done something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “No. I’m in a bad mood, and you’re going to cheer me up.”
…Fuck.
The last time he played with me in his office, he reduced me to a sobbing, squirting, incoherent mess. I barely remember the sceneafter my first few orgasms, though I do remember being so sensitive I couldn’t sit comfortably for a few days.
“It’s not… a punishment. Is it?”
“No, Flower. This is one of the times where I want to play with your beautiful body as a distraction. It isnota punishment… just a fun time for me.”
Trepidation tightens my chest, but there’s excitement there, too. The things Monster does to me push me far beyond the bounds of exhaustion, but they’re also undeniably hot. I had a hard time seeing the scenes as anything other than torture when I was still convinced he’d kill or hurt me, but he’s proven me wrong.
“Will you take it easy on me?” I ask.
He grins, extending his hand. “Never.”
I cross the room, clutching my towel with one hand, and take his with the other. He doesn’t waste time; he brings me straight to the office, where several restraints are laid out by the floor, and several toys are waiting on his desk.
“It’s going to be a rough few hours for you,” he says, motioning for me to kneel on the pillow. I inhale a deep breath, steeling myself, and kneel.
He pulls the towel away from my body, slowly exposing my skin to his hungry gaze, and then sets to work strapping me down into an impossible position. Hands chained to a hook in the floor in front of me. Ankles in a spreader bar that opens me wide, exposing me to the cool air. Finally, he draws the diamond collar out of the desk and drapes it over my neck, locking it. He takes a seat in his chair and bites his fist as he rakes a hungry gaze over me. My breaths are closer to pants, even though he hasn’t done anything but restrain me. I can already feel my arousal slicking my pussy and even thighs—so much so it’s unnerving.
Idoget off on being restrained. I get off on it so much it’s embarrassing.
“Look at you,” Monster says softly. “Totally immobilized. Stuck in the position I put you in. Completely at my mercy with your tits heaving and your pussy dripping.” He rubs a hand over his jaw. “You are literally my fantasy come to life.”
