Page 58 of Savage Don

I feel my brow furrow and my nose scrunch as I study the mysterious man before me.

“What does that mean?” I ask.

“Start, and it will all become clear soon enough.”

“I don’t know where anything is,” I remind him, unable to toss aside my stubborn tendencies.

For a moment, Ray just lets his rich brown eyes drink me in. I’m not sure what’s about to happen, but whatever it is, it’s clear that Ray can hardly wait.

His foot is tapping incessantly on the floor. It makes his bulge shake. Ray licks his lips and I do everything in my power not to take another look below his waistline.

“Alright,” he finally smirks. “I’ll be your sous-chef. But only this time, while you learn the ropes. What do you need?”

“A bowl, a mixer, a frying pan, butter, a spatula, salt and pepper.”

“On it.”

Ray collects the items on my list as I line up the carton of eggs by the stove. When Ray has fetched me a bowl, I start to crack open the eggs and empty them inside.

After everything else has been gathered and placed on the counter next to me, Ray steps back and lets me get to work.

Still, I can hear him quietly pacing behind me as I mix the contents of the bowl until the egg whites and yolks mix into one creamy liquid.

His eyes are on me the entire time. Even if I can’t see him, I can feel his intense gaze. The feeling is all too familiar. I remember it well from the night we met. Ray was supposed to have disappeared back into the shadows after he helped me pick up my books. Instead, he stalked me to the party.

It’s possible that he saved my life that night.

But even if he didn’t, he’s helping me now. Whether I’d been drugged or not, I’d had enough to drink that I was going to miss my curfew. Father would have found out everything, and I would be completely fucked.

Instead, I’m just semi-fucked.

Turning on the stove, I place the frying pan directly over the growing flame. Then, after rubbing some butter over the surface, I empty out the well-mixed eggs.

I’ve barely managed to grab onto the spatula before I feel Ray step up behind me. The heat of his massive bulge makes my knees weak, and when I feel his hard cock press up against the small of my back, a thirsty sigh drifts from my lips.

“You really like eggs, huh?” I rasp, trying to distract myself from the intensity of his hotness.

“It’s how I get my protein,” Ray growls into my ear. The levity is gone from his voice. Suddenly, he’s turned into a beast.

“I guess I could use some protein too…” I mumble, keeping my eyes glued on the pan.

“You’ll be getting your protein in another form.”

“I don’t get any eggs?” I ask, only to immediately realize how foolishly naïve I must sound.

Ray doesn’t care about the eggs. He wants to come in my mouth.

“You’ll be able to eat as much as you want. Then, you’ll get to swallow something else.”

My pussy is already dripping wet when his lips first fall against my exposed shoulder. Just like that, a powerful, but warm jolt of electricity rips through my body, prickling my skin and curling my toes.

“Be careful,” I rasp, my grip on the spatula getting weaker the harder Ray kisses my tender skin. “It’s hot.”

“I’ll show you hot,” he growls.

With the flicker of his tongue, Ray makes me drop the spatula. Fortunately, it only glides along the counter, instead of falling beneath the stove. Either way, I have no intention of picking it up.

My mind has already been dragged down into a lustful haze. Instantly, I’m wrapped beneath Ray’s thick wet tongue.