Page 13 of Savage Kingdom

Beds, tents, mattresses, the floor, I’d learned to fall asleep almost anywhere. I was no better than the men who resided here. I might have started all sanctimonious about my job thinking I was doing my country a service. Still, blood stained; it didn’t matter if it was a sanctioned kill or not. At the end of the day, you were the one who carried all those hits at your back, not your precious government. They washed their hands clean once the order was made, and you complied.

Reaching under the pillow that was next to me, I felt my revolver but went past it for my pack of cigarettes. While I smoked, I contemplated leaving this wild goose chase. Daphne carried a grudge; hell would freeze over before she admitted she needed me.

Just when I was straddling the fine line between sleep and consciousness, I heard a noise next to me. Not thinking about it, I reached for my G19 and put it in front of me, meeting a barrier. It took me a second to realize it was Daphne.

“You want to put that down before you hurt yourself?” she whispered.

“I think I’ll keep this out,” I said back, as the muzzle made its way up her chest to her throat. Any other bitch would show fear, but that’s the thing I found so alluring about Daphne. She was unique. I’d been all around the world and had never met anyone like her.

The moment I saw her pearly whites, I had to stop myself from grinning in return. She wanted to play, and I wanted to make her pay.

“Get on top of me.” My voice sounded huskier than I would have liked, but chances like this only came out once in a blue moon. I was no saint, and she was far from being considered a lady.

I wasn’t going to think about that now. Not when I was going to sink myself deep inside her and remind her why we were inevitable.

“I’m not scared of you,” she whispered.

Daphne gave me a triumphant smile, and fuck me, she was gorgeous. All that porcelain skin and black hair got to me, but her eyes, those were the nail to the coffin. In her hands, she waved the Zippo I had taunted her with earlier.

My bait worked. I knew either that or the dagger would have.

“Petal, you should be.” I continued the same as my Glock made it to under her chin, forcing her to tilt up. “My finger could slip, and it’d be a shame to let such a pretty face go to waste.”

The moment her wolf eyes glared at me, I suppressed the urge to grin. She detested being just another pretty face, no matter how much she used her beauty to get what she wanted.

“You don’t have the balls,” she said as one of her hands came between my legs and caressed my hard-on.

Putting my hand on top of my piece, I slid it back, the sound echoing in the confined space. Then I brought it up to her temple. Daphne stayed still, her gaze not leaving mine.

“Get on the bed, Petal,” I murmured.

She bent, and my arm followed the movement, keeping the gun to her head. I heard the thud her boots made as she let them fall on the floor. Slowly she straddled me, her clothes still on while I was naked except for my dick that was tenting my boxers.

“Pull my dick out,” I told her as I lay back, putting one hand behind my head and the other one still holding on to the Glock because I might want to fuck Daphne every which way to Sunday, but I didn’t trust her.

How could someone so small wreak so much havoc? In the world and my fucking heart. I was desensitized to almost everything but her. I think that’s why I had a sick obsession with her. She was the only person who made me feel anything lately, and it was like a fucking drug I couldn’t get enough of.

Her small hand wrapped around my hard dick, and she gave a stroke.

Fuck.

With the gun still aimed at her head, I threw my head back and closed my eyes for a second. “I want to feel the tip of my dick touch your throat.”

I held my breath waiting for her next move. Anyone who thought I was raping her because I had a gun to her head was wrong. Daphne was no one’s victim. She wasn’t fucked-up, she was just a bit broken, and I liked playing with all the cut-up pieces. I could handle pain, and blood didn’t scare me.

“Fucking missed your mouth,” I hissed the moment I felt her tongue gliding down my shaft. She kept going until I was down her throat. She had no gag reflex. With my eyes still closed, I reached for her hair with my free hand. Her hips rose at the same time as I bunched her hair in my fist and brought her head down.

Her breathing changed, and drool started to fall to my balls. I was fucking her mouth, and yet she wasn’t protesting.

When I slowed down my movements, she sucked me deep. I groaned, and my eyes sprang open. Beauty wasn’t something that starstruck me. I’d seen the wonders the world had to offer. I had beautiful women warming my beds. Beauty was a weapon most women wielded. But with Daphne, it went deeper than just a pretty face.

My back tingled, and my balls got tight. I knew I was close to blowing my load. I couldn’t have that. Leaving all pretense that the gun was actually forcing Daphne to do something she didn’t want to, I tossed it aside.

My hand came to under her arms, pulling her up my body. She fit me to perfection. A tiny little thing with curves in all the right places, and she didn’t need me to protect her, but I would lay down my life for hers in a heartbeat.

“Kiss me,” I demanded.

My hand gripped her face, making sure she stared at me. I didn’t get mad when she defied me—nothing ever came easy with her. Good. I didn’t want easy anyway.

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