Page 22 of Savage Kingdom

So I played the damsel when I was no prey. I was a huntress, and men feared my name. I would use this one, and then once I got from him my freedom, I would leave him.

His hand was still on my pussy, making me uncomfortable. I was used to fucking, using my body as leverage. Yet, there was something not unpleasant but somewhat embarrassing about the way he touched me.

It wasn’t sexual at first, but the more he stared at me, the harder his fingers pressed against my folds.Yeah, sorry, not going to get wet for you.I wasn’t an airhead bimbo that got wet every time her pussy got stroked. My body was disciplined, and honestly, sex wasn’t all that appealing. It was just another thing I knew how to do well.

He removed his hand as he brought the phone to his ear. “Plan B and fast. I have less than five minutes.”

He hung up. He then opened the lapel of his jacket and took out a black lock-pick kit.

“Listen, love. I’m going to drag your delectable little body out of here. You try to get cute, I won’t hesitate to use you as a shield.”

He got close to me, straddling me with his body, his presence suffocating me. I didn’t need to see his gun nor blade to know he was dangerous. It rolled off him in waves. His power radiated from him; it was lethal enough to taste.

“Confident, aren’t you?” I raised a brow in defiance. “You might not even make it out of this hallway alive.”

He stopped trying to pick the lock and bent his head so he was right in front of mine. Our breaths mingled. My body went rigid, preparing for what would come. The first unsavory experience is the worst. Every other one is just another bad memory.

“One thing to know about me, love: I don’t die easily.”

Before I could reply, the chains came off.

My throat clogged when he brought them down, his fingers gently rubbing circles against my red wrist. His thumb brushed over the scripted brand by my wrist, but he did not comment.

Interesting.

“Let’s go,” he spat.

He didn’t help me to my feet. Once I was up, he removed his jacket and draped it over me.

“Brace yourself.” The words had just come out when he pulled out a small detonator and pressed it.

A loud explosion sounded from the back of the house, the vibrations making the windows rattle.

“We better move fast,” I told him. “They will try to secure Yoro’s most prized possession.”

The man grabbed the cuffs and wrapped one around my wrist

“What the he—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence when he then put the other one on his wrist.

“You can’t stab my back if you’re at my side.” He started to walk, my wrist burning from where he pulled me. “What is Morozov’s most prized possession anyway?”

He peeked into the hallway to make sure it was clear before making his way across to the library.

He pushed through just as people started yelling and heavy feet made their way up the stairs. He didn’t look frazzled, and neither did I.

We got caught, I would get punished, and he would die.

How this man knew about the stairs that led to the bottom part that was Yoro’s study, I had no idea.

He took a deep breath before opening the door to the first floor, preparing himself for bloodshed. Before he could take a step, I blocked him, putting my body in front of his.

His hand came to my waist, his fingers digging in, not really caring if he was hurting me or not. “Is this the part where you betray me, love?”

The hushed words caressed my ears. I felt the barrel of his gun digging into my back.

“You might want to put that to my temple instead.”

He stayed quiet.

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