Save Riley by Yolanda Olson Page A

secure.
    “Comfortable?” he asked me with a smile.
    I stared at him. How could he ask me something with such genuine concern for my comfortability when my shoulder still hadn’t been wrapped and I was naked tied to a bed?
    “Yeah.”
    “Good,” he said moving his chair back against the wall, sitting right next to me. “Before I start this again, I want you to know that I will understand your anger, humiliation, and whatever emotion it makes you feel.”
    I looked at him questioningly.
    “I also want you to know that I will enjoy every moment of it,” he said, the smile never leaving his face.
    What the hell is he going to make me watch? I wondered nervously. I simply nodded instead of replying. I was quickly learning that words didn’t work with Jax; he seemed to be more of an “actions speak louder than words” enthusiast.
    “Good,” he said softly, running his hand down the side of my face. “You’re so beautiful, Riley.”
    “Thanks,” I replied as I started to tremble at his touch. It wasn’t a “good” tremble; it was more of an “every time he touches me something painful or harmful happens to me” tremble. I had never feared someone so much in my life as I did Jaxton.
    “I hope you like this,” he said, finally turning his attention away from me. Jax leaned forward and grabbed the remote. Once again, he propped his legs up onto the side of the bed and clasped his hands behind his head. “I’ve never done anything like it, but then again, I’ve never had anyone like you before. Are you ready?”
    I nodded and leaned my head back against the wall. I found myself suddenly anticipating what he wanted to show me. Maybe it was the way he was building it up or maybe it was the way that he was building me up; either way I wanted to watch now. More than I ever had before, I wanted to watch.
    Jax pressed the play button on the remote control and set it down on his lap. I stared at the television curiously.
    So far, it was just an empty bed. I tilted my head to the right. There was something familiar about that bed. Isn’t that his bed? It has to be; I’ve never seen one that big before. Now that I knew that he had a camera hidden in his bedroom somewhere, it made me wonder where the other ones were in this prison.
    “Yes, they are everywhere and no, you’ll never find them,” he said with a chuckle.
    I glanced at him for a moment. The smile on his face as he watched the screen was so happy that I glanced away as quickly as I could. Not because it scared me, but because I felt a smile starting to cross my lips as well.
    Get a grip, Riley. Remember that he’s your captor, not your best friend. No matter how nice he is to you most of the time, he’ll never let you leave. Not alive.
    I let out a shaky breath as I continued to watch his room with the empty bed. In the background I heard the door beeping open as the code was punched. I leaned forward and squinted as I saw the back of Jax’s body as he carried someone to the bed. Because there were no lights on in the room, I couldn’t see who he had laid there. It was obviously a female though; that much you could tell from her small frame. He disappeared out of the range of the camera and I heard the door close. Moments later he was back and standing at the foot of the bed. I watched him take her legs and straighten them out, keeping them slightly apart. Then I watched him pull his shirt over his head, fold it, and lay it on the ground.
    “What is this?” I asked, watching him remove his pants on the screen and then his boxers. His body is fucking perfect, I thought looking at his nakedness. There was not one slight birth mark on him, not a single scar, and his ass ... I had never been attracted to an ass before in my life, but his was absolutely immaculate.
    “Just watch,” he whispered back.
    A few more seconds of him standing at the foot of the bed, before he climbed on top of the girl and began to kiss her neck. I assumed it was her neck