He pauses a moment, until, “Nothing. I just mean I won’t do it.”
I haven’t known Falcon long, but I instinctively know when to stop pushing.
“Whatever else you want,” he says. “If it doesn’t include punishment, I’ll do it. A cup of tea. A glass of water. A back rub. A foot rub. A quick hard fuck. A slow soft fuck. Whatever, Savannah. I’ll do it. But I will not punish you under any circumstances.”
“But you just said—”
“A couple can enjoy spanking without it being a punishment. Many couples enjoy it.”
“So you’re saying you don’t want to tie me up?”
He closes his eyes a moment, and a visible shudder passes through him. “I’m saying that whatever you and I choose to do mutually will not involve me punishing you. There are things I’ve done, things I had to do for my own survival, that I’ll never do again, Savannah. Not while I’m a free man.”
“Not even for me?”
He shakes his head. “Especially not for you.”
I’ve already fallen hard, and in that moment, I fall completely.
I tumble into a rabbit hole from which there is no escape.
I’m in love with Falcon Bellamy.
And I don’t want to escape.
25
FALCON
I pull Savannah to me and kiss her.
Gently at first, but she melts into the kiss and deepens it…and then…
I’m lost.
I kiss her hard. I kiss her fast. I kiss her with all the pent-up passion inside me. All the pent-up anger at the world.
And I understand.
I understand her request for me to hurt her.
I understand more than she knows.
The screams are more than I can bear sometimes at night. I saved Tommy Ortiz, and I’ve saved a few others over the years from a single beating or rape. But I can’t save them all.
It’s impossible.
Savage can only do so much.
Sometimes the screams wake me from a nightmare of drowning in an ocean of acid, the caustic liquid burning my skin, my eyes, my soul.
When I awake, I gasp for air to the sounds of men being violated, emasculated in the worst way.
I curl my fists in rage, chills skittering up my spine as the fire of anger surges within me.
Must do something.
Must do anything.