Page 51 of Psycho Saviors

I paused, taking in Tyrone's imposing form. He stood with his back to me, broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his crisp white dress shirt. A charcoal gray suit jacket hung over the back of a chair at the table. His slacks were perfectly pressed, breaking just above polished leather shoes that probably cost more than I wanted to imagine.

He turned, as if he felt my presence, his dark eyes meeting mine. "Morning," he said, voice low and smooth. He reached for a mug, filling it with steaming coffee from the fancy machine on the counter.

I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of my disheveled appearance. "Morning," I managed, my voice still rough with sleep. “Any chance I could get some painkillers?”

“Sure.” He added some creamer and sugar into the mug before extending it towards me. "Always like it sweetened, right?"

I nodded, surprised he'd taken notice of my coffee routine. When had he done that? Our fingers brushed as I took the cup, and my stomach knotted. "Thanks," I murmured.

I settled onto a stool at the kitchen island, wrapping my hands around the warm mug as he rummaged through another cupboard and slid me a bottle of pills. I mumbled my thanks and took two while he leaned against the counter opposite me, his own mug in hand. The kitchen fell silent save for the quiet hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clink of ceramic on granite.

I sipped my coffee, stealing glances at Tyrone over the rim of my mug. He exuded an air of authority, even in this casual morning setting. The chunky gold ring on his middle finger caught the light as he raised his cup to his lips.

"Things have changed," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Tyrone nodded, his expression unreadable.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the question that had been gnawing at me. "Am I still allowed to leave after my month is up?"

He regarded me coolly. "Those were your terms."

"Really?" I couldn't keep the disbelief from my voice. "You guys won't force me to stay?"

Tyrone studied me for a long moment, his dark eyes boring into mine. "No," he said bluntly.

I scoffed, shaking my head. "I find that hard to believe."

"We keep our word," he replied, his tone even. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "Besides, maybe you won't want to leave."

I stared at him, the words hanging heavy between us as he sipped his coffee.

"What's happening to the Russos?" I asked, my voice steady despite the knots in my stomach.

Tyrone's gaze flickered to me, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "We're handling it," he said simply.

I chewed on my lower lip, the taste of coffee still lingering there. "How?" I pressed.

He sighed, setting his mug down with a soft thud. He leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "You always ask too many questions."

I scowled at this, feeling the familiar sting of frustration. Maybe things hadn't changed all that much. I was still the captive, the outsider in their world, a woman they owned. For now.

He cocked his head at me, his gaze trailing over me. "Why don't you be a good girl and get me off?" he said, catching me completely off guard. His words were a blatant reminder of my place here, that I really just was their plaything despite how things had gone down in that dress shop. It hurt, and I stared at him, hating the way it chewed me up. Why had I let him get under my skin?

"Seriously?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "There will be something in it for you, baby girl," he added, and the pet name sent an unwelcome shiver down my spine. I shouldn't have been affected by it, but I was twisted now, finding some weird delight in it.

"Yeah, like what?" I challenged, my curiosity piqued.

"It's a surprise," Tyrone replied, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "You'll find out what it is tomorrow."

Oddly intrigued by the promise of this surprise, I found myself weakening, and I slid off the stool. I circled the island and dropped to my knees in front of him.

"Good girl."

Again, that quiver coursed through me as his fingers deftly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and tugged down the fabric just enough to expose his rock-hard cock.

How was he so turned on right now? Was it reminding me of my place that got him excited? I had no idea.