Grabbing my glass, I toed out of my shoes and left them in the kitchen as I stepped over to the bedroom.
"You'd think I dosed you with Viagra with how you act, Savannah," I rumbled, watching the way she was wriggling against the sheets.
She hadn't dropped out of the position I'd ordered her to stay in though.
I took a sip of my wine. "Roll over."
She did as requested then twisted around to look at me.
Her cheeks were bright pink, her hair already sticking to her forehead.
I sighed just looking at her—tits shaking, her entire being so focused on pleasure no one else in the city existed apart from me.
Escape—that was what she was to me.
The rest of the world wanted a piece of me; Savannah just wanted my heart, my soul, and my dick. The order depended on what was happening at any given moment.
Carefully tugging her arm, I supported her as she straightened up, rolling neatly onto her knees so she was kneeling on the mattress.
"Crawl to the edge of the bed," I requested, watching as she scrambled nearer. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching behind her back and snapping the silken restraints that linked the cuffs on her wrists to her panties.
Though she yelped, she didn’t complain about me destroying an expensive pair of lingerie. Instead, she moaned, those pupils of hers bloated once more as she kneeled there, quivering, the flogger hanging down between her thighs as she hovered by the edge.
I pressed my hand between her shoulders, encouraging her to lean against me as, knotting my fist in her hair, I tilted her head back, directing, "Open up."
Blinking, she obeyed as I took another sip of wine then, hovering my face above hers, carefully poured it between her lips.
She swallowed what I gave her, making me hum, "Good girl."
Her eyes sparkled as she leaned into me. "I can be sometimes."
I grinned at her. "Only sometimes. Why did you tell the others what happened on Sunday, Savvie?"
The daze of pleasure faded from her eyes as temper overtook it. "Just because they have uteruses doesn't mean they shouldn't know what's going on in the city."
"That isn't your decision to make. It's theirs and their husbands’. The last thing I need is my brothers heading over here to kick my ass because their wives are sobbing at night in fear."
Her scowl would have felled a lesser man. "You do know they didn't marry pussies, don't you?"
"Well, technically..."
She sniffed. "We've all been through stuff that has made us strong. You think we're weak—"
"I don't," I countered immediately. "You're not. I'm not in a position to say whether they are or not. I know, for a while, Camille had nightmares after she was kidnapped, Savvie. Didyouknow that? Did she tell you?"
"No."
"Well, then..." I quirked a brow at her. "Don't presume they're like you. They have their moments, and I'm proud to call them family, but it isn'tyourchoice." Though I knew I was playing a broken record, I repeated, "It's theirs and their husbands’."
She huffed.
"Do you know how it fucking terrifies me whenever you see a side of my world that's cruel or wicked?"
"Scares you? I doubt it," she scoffed.
I grabbed her chin and held it in place. She squirmed against the firm pinch but I didn't release her.
"Yes, scares me, Savannah. You keep saying that nothing will push you away, but I know that's a lie. There'll come a day where something happens that's too much for you, and I'll fucking lose you. You don't have to leave the apartment for me to lose you, Savannah. Trust me, I know that. I lived through it with Ma."