Page 57 of Saviour

Her full name falls from my lips and I hate the way it sounds with my tone, but I need to know why she’s here.

“Distract you from finding King. From looking for him,” she admits and the tears fall down her face. “He told me to distract you so you stop looking for him,” she says again and hearing it a second time didn’t change the effect it had on me.

She’s been trying to stop me from finding King this whole time?

“But you already knew by the time I could really do anything, Dax. You’ve been working with Emerson, and then he found out about the prison and then the letter and—”

“You got rid of my letter,” I say, realising why it was never delivered to Emerson. “It was you, wasn’t it? You stopped it from getting to him?”

She nods and more silent tears fall.

“What were you doing, Birdie? Just waiting for me to turn my back so you could take it?”

She nods again and wipes her cheeks.

“I ran downstairs that morning and burned it.”

Her confession stabs me right in the back and it’s too far in for me to pull it out. I think back over everything. How she never seemed thrilled when I spoke about King. How I thought all this time it was because she was scared I’d choose him over her, how I’d leave her out. How frosty she’d been towards Emerson. But it was all to save her own ass.

“I’ve told Carlo I won’t do it anymore.” I look up at her as she continues. “I said you haven’t asked or found anything out but that I won’t do this anymore. I won’t lie to you and distract you.”

I can feel myself wanting to reach out for her but also conflicted because she’s spent so long lying to me. Has everything she’s ever said been a lie? Does she actually love me?

“What about Maxwell?” I question, worried about the repercussions for her. I may be mad at Rori for what she’s done, but I never want her to end up in the clutches of that monster again.

“I don’t know.” Rori shrugs, the panic shining in her ice blue eyes, and I reach forward, grabbing her wrists and pulling her into me.

“I won’t let him hurt you, Rori. I won’t let him get near you.”

She cries into my chest and I tangle my fingers through her hair.

“I’m so sorry, Dax. I never wanted to hurt you. I couldn’t tell you I loved you back when I knew I was lying to you. I couldn’t do it anymore.” She looks up at me. “But God do I love you more than anything and I am so sorry. But we’re going to get King back and Puck, and I want to help you take Carlo down. We can do it together.”

I nod and consider everything. Would I have done the same in her position? She was scared, running from a man who hurt her. She didn’t know me then. Of course she did what she had to. It doesn’t make it any easier, but I know whose side she’s on now. And we’re going to do it together.

“Together.”

She jumps up onto me with the help of me lifting her and straddles my waist, the rope restricting us but not stopping us. She kisses me passionately, her tears dampening my own cheeks, and she grinds her pussy onto my groin.

I groan into her mouth, needing to touch more of her.

I pull back and lift my shirt over my head, then grab hold of her sports vest and rip it straight down the middle, leaving her in a sports bra and shorts.

“Take it off. Now,” I demand and she awkwardly pulls the sports bra over her shoulders, throwing it to the floor. She goes to jump back onto my lap, but I push her back down and swing off the ring. Lifting her up by the ass, I seat her on the ring and lay her down, pinching her nipples before pulling off her shorts and knickers.

She’s completely bare to me and when she spreads her legs wide, offering herself to me, I don’t hesitate. I bury my face in between her thighs and lap up her pussy, coating my lips in her juices. Christ, she’s soaked.

Her fingers find my hair and she pulls at my roots harshly, guiding my head where she wants me. Rori lifts both of her feet to rest on the edge of the ring and then uses her hips to grind into my face and I thrive in her confidence and how far she’s come.

I push two fingers into her entrance, edging her orgasm closer to release, and she pants underneath me, clamping her legs now around my head. I struggle to breathe as she uses my face, but if this is my way out, I’ll go out a happy man.

Rori quickens her pace and I speed up my fingers and tongue to match.

“Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

And I don’t. I keep the same pace going, matching hers until a scream almost rips through her throat at her release.

Rori pants underneath me, her legs loosening around my head, and I pull out my fingers to help her lower her legs and she flinches slightly as I do, her muscles weak and useless. But I don’t give her any time to catch her breath before I pull down my own shorts and enter her straight away.

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