Page 57 of Savage Kingdom

A soft look crossed her gaze, but she quickly masked it. She quickly hid and made a call since phones were confiscated at the entrance; we were the only guests who had them. She told whoever was on the line to knock out the grid.

We made our way down the lobby and faced the door that led downstairs. There was a chair close to where one guard was now keeping post.

“Don’t fuck it up,” I murmured in her ear, knowing damn well the challenge would fuel her.

I sat on the chair and leaned back, fully prepared to let her run the show. I was pleasantly surprised when she sat on my lap, her body facing forward. My dick had been hard since I’d seen her outside, and there was no hiding the way she made me feel. Not that I would do that.

My hands struck out, gripping onto her hips and making her grind against me, forgetting about what it was that we were supposed to be doing.

She felt like heaven on my fingertips, something that was utterly unattainable. Her kisses felt like hell, hot and scorching everything. It was the only thing I could get from her.

Daphne leaned back into me, kissing my neck, her lips traveling up to my earlobe. When she bit it, I softly moaned.

“Inside the heels of my boots, I have darts dipped in a tranquilizer.”

I brought the hand I had on her waist down to the apex of her thighs, knowing damn well we were putting on a show. I kissed her, taking everything from her because if I asked her, she would rather run and hide than admit to me she felt just as strongly as I did.

I cupped her pussy and rubbed the palm of my hand up and down, feeling her get wetter with each stroke. Her heat felt divine, and I wanted to finger, eat, and fuck her, but I didn’t want the arseholes at the door to watch her fall apart.

“I fucking own this,” I groaned against her neck.

The bitch rubbed her arse against my hard cock. “I belong to no one.”

There was nothing sweet about the chuckle that left my lips. I inserted two fingers into her pussy. Bloody hell, she was fucking soaked for me. “Your cunt says otherwise, Petal.”

Removing my fingers from her pussy, I brought them to her mouth. “Taste your lies, love.” I didn’t give her a chance to come with a witty response when I shoved my fingers in her. While she sucked herself from my fingers, I leaned down to her foot. I groaned when she sucked my fingers deep into her mouth and made a moaning sound. At the same time, her foot lifted a bit so I could remove the cap.

When it loosened enough, I threw it to the side and immediately felt two things trying to come out.

“Don’t make a sound,” I warned.

I rose on my feet and maneuvered Daphne so she was now straddling me, giving me access to her other foot.

Her hands wrapped around my shoulders, and her fingers ran through my hair. I closed my eyes in bliss. I brought my left hand and trailed from her navel to between her breasts, and when I got to her neck, I started to choke her.

“You make a sound, and they hear you, I don’t give a fuck, I’ll walk out the front door and neither you or I get what we want,” I whispered in her ear. “Nod if you understand.”

I held my breath to see what her response would be. Daphne licked her lips, then gave me a small, barely-there nod.

Playtime.

I let go of her so I could undo my jeans, I lifted up the chair so I could bring my jeans down. Since I went commando, my dick was hard and ready to go.

Daphne’s chest rose and fell. She didn’t wait for me to say anything. With her hands on my shoulders, she pushed herself up, then brought herself down on my cock.

She felt better than I had remembered. Hot, tight, wet as fuck. With my hands on her arse, I helped her move so she could take me deeper, faster—rougher.

“Gideon.”She let out a whimper.

I turned to glare at her to shut up. My eyes cut to the guards, and sure enough, their eyes were glued on us—on her. I let it go for now and instead pushed Daphne back a bit so I could suck on her tits. As I leaned to take a nipple into my mouth, I started working on the other heel. I sucked on both her tits until she was squirming in my lap, her arousal all over my dick. When I got to my breaking point, I was fucking thankful for the contents inside the heels.

Daphne moaned words in Russian, and that’s when I put my hand over her mouth and started to fuck her hard. My thrusts were brutal, guaranteeing that even when I was gone, I would be there when she moved in the way her pussy would be sore for days. Every time she took a step, the memory of us fucking would haunt her. The sounds of the chair rocking echoed through the room.

“Hold on, Petal,” I warned.

The arms around my shoulders became tighter. She moaned around my mouth as my finger came down to her pussy and started to play with her little clit.

She came in silent moans around my hand, her face buried in my neck. I came in her, trying proving a point to her, to the guards and anyone who was around.

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