Page 10 of Echoes of Fear
One blink. Another. Then another.
“Safety,” he whispers, not moving his eyes from mine.
Fuck. Me.
“Yeah, little one,” I say, hoping the absolute fuckin’ chaos inside my head isn’t showing on my face. “I’m a protector. I won’t do or ask you to do anything that will make you feel scared. Understand?”
He nods.
“Words, Knox.”
“I understand.”
“Good boy,” I smile as King’s woman helps him off the floor.
“How about you go and take a moment to regroup,” I suggest. “We’ll wait right here until you’re ready.”
“Oh. Uhm. That’s actually a really good idea,” he says, looking back down at the floor.
If he were mine, I would always demand he look me in the eyes like the fuckin’ King he is.
But he’s not mine, and my fuckin’ brain… and dick… need to remember that.
“Chin up,” I spit out as he walks away.
Yeah, I sound like a dick, but I can’t stand the look of defeat in his eyes.
Jerking his head up, he and the two women head down the hall he came from.
“He’s a submissive,” Blaze tells me quietly. “He can’t help but lower his head.”
“What Dom trained him?” I ask.
And why the fuck does the thought of another Dom training this boy make me want to spit fire?
“None,” Steel answers. “He’s naturally submissive. We’ve been trying for years to have him look us in the eyes for more than a minute.”
Images of Knox submitting to me completely almost pull my mind away from the task at hand.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts, which causes Blaze to laugh.
Fucker.
Turning to the rest of the people in the room, I smile and appear relaxed as I look towards the Obsidian President standing next to Ben.
“Isn’t it sexy as fuck when a man submits to you?” I ask.
“Wouldn’t know,” Ghost shrugs. “Not really a Dom. Also, not into men. Tell me, Taylor, is it sexy as fuck when a man submits to you?”
I can see the small smirk that Ghost tries to hide as Ben’s eyes widen, and he turns deathly white.
Fucker didn’t know I was gay.
Stepping towards Ghost, I smile.
“It really is,” I say before twisting slightly and punching Ben in the fuckin’ face.
I’m not a small man. None of my men are. We’re bodyguards for a reason. Ben doesn’t get a chance to even grunt as he hits the floor unconscious.