Page 137 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

Grabbing her chin, my fingers dig into her jaw as I hold her less than an inch in front of me.“You’ve no idea what you’re asking for,” I growl, my stomach a riot of excitement as the control I love so much slips back into place.

She smiles, or at least, as much as she can as I hold her.

Unable to stop myself, I lean closer and slam my lips down on hers.As our tongues duel, I unhook her bra and palm her breasts roughly in my hands.She moans desperately as I pinch her nipples hard enough to hurt.

“Elliot,” she gasps the second I rip my lips from hers and drop to my knees, dragging her leggings and knickers from her body, leaving her beautifully bare for me.

The scar across her stomach calls to me and I lean forward, dragging my tongue up the length of it, revelling in the sweet taste of her skin.

My mouth waters for more, but then her fingers sink into my hair and I stop.

Sitting back on my haunches, I stare up at her, my heart thundering in my chest.“Go and stand in front of the cross, Red,” I demand, my voice rough with desire.

Her neck and chest flush red and she hesitantly takes a step back. She might be nervous, but there is nothing but fire in her eyes.

A small gasp fills the air when she hits the cool wood of the cross.

I haven’t moved, I’m still on my knees, worshipping her.“Spread your legs and put your arms up.”

It takes her a second to convince herself to follow my order, but she does and pride washes through me.

Finally, I push to my feet and stalk over.Her chest is heaving, her eyes wide with apprehension and need.

“Good girl,” I praise, loving the goosebumps that immediately erupt across her skin.

Reaching for her left arm, I wrap the soft handcuff around her wrist and secure it tightly.

She watches my every move, but I don’t once look at her again. Instead, I focus on the task at hand and work in silence.

It only takes me a minute or two to have her bound to the cross and completely at my mercy.

Stepping back, I take my time getting my fill of her.

She’s so incredibly beautiful.Her pale skin, her red hair, those rosy pink nipples.Her scars… Her strength.

She brings me to my knees.

Reaching behind me, I drag my shirt over my head, fold it, and place it on the dresser before pulling a drawer out.

Abigail’s body flinches at the sound but she doesn’t say a word as I study my options.

I don’t need Abigail to tell me that this is her first time experimenting with this kind of thing to know that it is, and with that in mind when I reach for a soft leather flogger.

I glance up in time to see Abigail swallow nervously.I want to promise her that I won’t hurt her, but I’m not sure I can do that. Also, I’m pretty sure she wants me to.

With my eyes locked on hers, I step up to her and drag the soft tails up her thigh.She shudders violently making the chains restraining her rattle.

“You’re so perfect,” I whisper before flicking the flogger against her thigh.

Her body locks up as she embraces the hit.

It’s light. Just a taste of what it’s capable of.

Her increased breathing becomes erratic as I drag it up her stomach and tease her breasts, her nipples puckering beautifully.

“More?” I breathe.

She nods, licking her lips hungrily.

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