Page 58 of Savage Kingdom

I leaned back in the chair, catching my breath, bringing her with me. Her body was sprawled on me, and I wished we didn’t have to move.

“Now I have to fight with cum leaking down my leg,” she said, her voice soft, docile even.

I couldn’t help it and started laughing. Grabbing her chin, I forced her to look at me.

“And you say I don’t own your pussy.” I didn’t give her a chance to say more and gave her a quick peck as I reached for the darts.

“You ready?” she said with a smile on her face.

“For you, baby, always.”

Her hand came to my cheek, caressing it, but didn’t say a word.

She grabbed her dart, and I had mine. With her in my lap, I fixed my jeans and tucked my dick back in. This was a party he would be more than happy to miss.

Once that was done, we both turned to the guards and aimed.

“What the fuck!” they growled.

Daphne and I were already there, punching them in the face.

We took them inside the corridor with us, throwing them inside the first room we could find.

Reaching inside my jacket, I pulled out my Glock.

Daphne made her way back to the hallways, where her clothes were still lying on the floor.

“I hated not being able to do anything in Sinestre,” she admitted as we made our way to the hidden part of the basement.

“I know,” I said.

“I’m not sure if I could show that restraint again.”

Before we continued, I reached for her hand and pushed her against the wall.

“You do what you got to do, and I’ll figure out a way how to get us out alive.”

“Gideon,” she said, looking into my eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t fall for someone like me.” She said it casually, but I could see the sadness in her eyes.

“Petal,” I said, instead of giving her an answer. “Don’t write us off just yet.”

She didn’t give me any kind of answer, but I didn’t care because at the end of the day, her opinion was irrelevant. She was mine, and that was final.

So instead, I kissed her softly. Something we weren’t, but together we could be—even if it was just for each other.

When I pulled back, I nodded for us to keep going.

We heard the grunts and cries before we got to the room.

I already knew what we would find, and I prepared myself to help Daphne with the feeling that it would evoke in her.

The rage I felt was new. All I could think about was what she told me her father had done. How he’d sold her and made her pay on her back for his business.

Three men were in the room with one girl. She was young, frail, and in so much pain. Fuck, her tanned skin oozed pus and blood. She was strapped to the table, wearing a ratty dress that used to be white, but now it was dark gray. Her hair was messy, in knots, and oily. On her neck was some type of necklace that had emeralds, pearls, and diamonds in it. It almost looked like a choker. And ramming into the girl was my mark.

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