Page 49 of Savage Kingdom

Her pussy was trying to suffocate my dick.

I pulled all the way out and then back in at the same time I put my hands on either side of her neck with the leash, cutting off her air supply.

Her nails pierced my skin, making my back burn. Her head thrashed back, her eyes on me as she started to convulse, the sensation taking me with her.

I rose above her and just watched her. Her face looked so content at this moment, her eyes closed as she gathered her wits. She tried to open her mouth but closed it.

It did something to my ego that’s for sure. Our bodies were sweaty and covered in blood. I didn’t know what that said about us, but I wouldn’t change it. I’d stopped making apologies for my behavior a long time ago.

“I never knew sex could be like that. For all my lessons, this feeling was never described.”

Her voice was soft, but her words were heavy.

“Was Yorovich your first?” I asked. I wasn’t jealous of the men who came before me; none of them would matter. They were all arseholes who took from her, but she had only given to one man, and that made me feel like I was ten feet tall.

Daphne pulled away from me. “No. He wasn’t even the third.”

With those words, she got up and closed the bathroom door. I didn’t know where we went from here. I had to get answers and return back home soon.

I got up and changed and told her I would be back. I was going to get some food and clothes for her.

It was one of the main reasons I wanted her out of the city. I wanted Daphne to feel trapped so she had no choice but to stay with me.

When I came outside, I pulled out the phone that was stashed on the bike.

“You created a mess, Gideon,” my superior said by way of greeting.

“Yeah, sorry,” I humored him. We both know I didn’t mean it. “No sign of Adrian. He either turned, or Yorovich killed him.” I kept my suspicions to myself.

“Well, then there’s nothing for you in America. Time to come back home.”

“Sure,” I told him, then hung up and made another call.

Even though I couldn’t trust Daphne, I wanted to bring her with me. I needed a fucking smoke so I could figure out a way to keep her with me. I’d found my breath of life, and I was selfish enough to want it by me at all times.

When I came back to the hotel, Daphne was sitting on the bed, wrapped in a towel as she stared at the wall absently. Her hair was wet but braided to the side. I’d never had a girlfriend nor a woman I wanted as my own. This life made anything you cared about a liability. Missions that were classified caused secrets, and that put one hell of a wedge in a relationship.

“I didn’t wear a condom,” I said as I walked in the room. It was the last thing on my mind; honestly, I didn’t really give a shit about that. I wanted her with nothing between us.

“Worry not. They made me incapable of becoming a mother after my first bleed.” She said it so blasé, like she was reciting the fucking weather, it pissed me off. I wanted to find the person responsible for this and bathe in their blood.

“How old.” I managed to control my voice enough so I could ask.

“I was almost twelve.” She pressed her knees to her chest and turned her head.

Making my way toward her, I gave her a bag with clothes I got from a Walmart. Nothing special, just jeans and a blouse.

“I was three when I saw my parents get murdered,” I confessed. Tit for tat seemed like the way to go. She bared her ugliness to me, and I was ready to bare some of my black soul to hers.

Not many could handle the burden of others—they were weak, but not her.

I sat across from her and felt when her gaze landed on me.

“That must’ve been hard. I’m sorry you went through that. It seems death has courted us since we were young.”

I turned to look at her. She was incredibly strong, yet there was something so fragile I didn’t know if I wanted to protect it or finish breaking it.

“Before they killed my mother, they raped her in front of me. All I remember is her crying and pleading for me not to watch.”

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