Page 12 of Savage Kingdom

I knew a few more strokes and he would become undone, and the evidence would be in my palm—sweet victory at my fingertips.

“Shit,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

The hand at my nape pulled me close to him, and my cheek pressed against his chest. He smelled fresh like spring. I knew warmth didn’t have a smell; it was something you could feel and not see, but I saw it in him. He was like sunshine, and I was like ice. That’s why he was dangerous to me. If he got too close, he could undo all the things I’d sweat blood for.

He squeezed my neck while he moved his lips over my forehead, slowly gliding them down my cheek. I shivered at the prickling sensation from his stubble. His lips made it to the shell of my ear, and he gently bit the helix with enough force that the tip of my ear felt like it was on fire.

“Fuck…you,” he spat. He took a step back, holding on to my neck, making sure I didn’t move. “You want to make me come, Daph? Make sure you win this little pissing contest and somehow in that messed-up head of yours counting it as a win? Be my guest, Petal, but you’re going to do it on your knees and choking on my dick with the victory of my release falling out of your lips.”

Shit.

I lost my balance when he threw me on the ground, my ass hitting the rocks painfully. I managed to sit up when he was in front of me again, his dick pointing right at me.

The thing about warmth and sunshine was that in a second, it could lose control, setting ablaze and feeling like an inferno. Gideon was pissed, the contours of his face all harsh angles, his mouth set. In his eyes, I saw a challenge.

“Go ahead, Daphne, gag on it,” he growled, looking down at me.

I kneeled for no one, not even for him. I brought my leg up, aiming to kick him, but he was too fast, blocking my move. He held on to my boot, and a slow smile overtook his face, bringing light to his handsome features. He twisted my foot forcefully, causing my body to turn. Before I could move, I felt a weight at my back.

The rocks were hard and jagged beneath me. Gideon had his body over mine, effectively putting me between a rock and a hard place—the hard place being his cock that was poking my ass.

“Get the fuck off me, you asshole.” I seethed, trying to regain control of the situation.

He turned me again, my head hitting the rock hard enough to feel it but not to make my head throb. His body was straddling me over my shoulders, his hardness right by my mouth.

“Don’t try to act all high-and-mighty,” he said as his hand came to grip my chin, forcing my lips to part. He leaned closer, the tip of his dick surrounded by my moist lips, and met with a wall of teeth. “Acting like you’re made of ice—” His other hand came to my throat, choking me until I gasped for air, and he used the opportunity to slide his dick inside of me. “If I touch your pussy, I know what I’ll find.” He let go of my neck and my face.

He thrust in me once, filling me with his length and girth. I could recall the last time I had him, and the memory didn’t do him justice. I took a deep breath, willing my body to remain calm and my mouth not to water.

Gideon smiled, his gaze filled with lust and affection, and I couldn’t take that. I tried to look away. He turned my face as he pulled out slowly.

“You always get so wet for me. Your pussy grips me fucking tight to the point I think you’re trying to chop my dick off.” He stroked my cheek tenderly. “You might fake it with all the others, but we both know never with me.” His words were almost whispered, but my ears rang with the weight they carried. The popping sound his dick made as he pulled it out of my mouth might as well have echoed through the jungle. It attested to his statement.

I couldn’t look at him because what he spoke was true, which made what I was going to do to him so much worse than what he had once done to me.

Only when I was sure he had left did I get up.

Instead of going to camp,I made my way to check on the prisoner. What happened between Daphne and me didn’t need to be broadcasted to everyone. She liked to pretend she was an open book without caring if she was called a whore, but it had always bothered me.

My steps made a crunching sound when I made it to the tent that wasn’t being guarded at the moment. Just because Rivera and Sergio had left, didn’t mean the rest of these fuckers had to be lax.

Opening the flap, I stepped in, my nose scrunching at the smell of piss in the confined space. My eyes quickly found the girl lying on the ground. She was near comatose; her eyes looked right through me. Her heart might still be beating and blood flowing through her veins, but her eyes were fucking dead.

The woman who had been abused was nothing to me. I’d learned to compartmentalize my feelings. She was just a means to an end. I wasn’t always such a cold bastard. I was made this way.

I took a few steps forward and crouched. Rebeca Estacado was beautiful. Olive skin that was now marred with dirt, dark brown hair that was greasy as hell. I put my hand to her cheek, and she didn’t even flinch.

“Your father had the right idea in keeping you locked up. In this world, you’re a liability.”

She didn’t answer me. I got up, grabbing her bowl of water, and refilled it. I turned around about to walk out when her voice halted me.

“When I die, my father will start a war.”

I didn’t turn around. “Love, the war already began.”

The whole day I had been so busy I realized I hadn’t seen much of Bas. I knew Daphne was up to something, but his absence confirmed it. As much as it bothered me, that fucker was always watching her six, so he was good for something.

The Caribbean was hot this time of year. I stripped down to my boxers before crawling on my cot. Since I did a favor for Sergio, he let me have one of the bigger tents with somewhat more comfortable bedding. Before lying down, I hid the object I carried around my neck inside my cargo trousers.

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