Page 26 of A King So Savage

“And risk losing the money my brother owes you? All because you want to… sleep with me?” she gritted out between gasps of pleasure. Kingston knew she was getting close to climaxing. Her body was shaking, the words harder to form. Fear had heightened her senses, leaving her vulnerable to any stimulation. Wanted or unwanted, it didn’t matter.Hecontrolled her response.

“I’ll get every penny he owes out of you. And I don’t want to sleep with you, Ava. I want to fuck you. Big difference.” He plunged his finger in harder, deeper, certain he was close to breaching her hymen but overcome with the need to mark her inside and out. Stupid, considering his plans for her, but totally necessary in this moment of tears, sweat, and blood.

Ava arched away with a panicked cry, but Kingston pressed his hand hard against her pussy. With just a little exertion, he guided her back until she was flush against his body. His cock was a rod of steel, begging to be unleashed. Begging to plunge into his little captive.

“You’re sick,” she gasped.

Kingston chuckled. “What does it say about you, Ava, when your pussy is so wet for me? Every time I touch you, your body seeks more. Dripping with want. With need. Squeezing my fingers with that sweet little cunt, begging me to fuck you until you explode.”

He gathered up her slickness then brought his index finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. “You taste just as I imagined. Like ripe peaches.”

His hand slid back between her legs again, rubbing her clit in soft, teasing circles until a helpless moan escaped her throat and her hips bucked toward his hand.

“Will you scream for me, Ava? Will you scream as I destroy you?” Very quickly, he learned just how hard to press, how softly to glide, and with relentless intensity, he drove her to the brink of climax while she sobbed in protest of her body’s betrayal. “Come for me right now. Here in the dirt. Here with my cock hard and weeping for you. Accept your punishment and come now around my fingers, my bloodthirsty lamb.”

Kingston’s finger hooked inside her, his mouth latching onto the nape of her neck as he drove her to a shaking orgasm.

He nearly came in his own pants when her release rolled over her. The low, trembling cry of shamed satisfaction, the terror lacing the notes as the truth of his words tore away her defenses made his cock swell to impossible proportions. She hated him, feared him. But she also wanted him, and that was almost enough to make Kingston forgive her brother’s debt. Fuck if he didn’t want to keep her for himself.

Maybe he would.

She panted heavily from the whirlwind he’d created, shaking in his arms. Could it be that was her first ever orgasm? Or had she pleasured herself in the past? His jaw hardened with selfishness. It was irrational, but he wanted to be the source of all her pleasures. He wanted to own her climaxes. Her body. Her soul and her mind.

“There, there, Ava. See? It’s not complete torture having my hands on you. You just came for me like a good girl. So sweet. So fucking sweet.”

Her arousal dripped down the inside of her thigh, and he smeared his fingers through it before bringing it up to her mouth.

“Taste what I do to you.” His breath was hot against her ear, but Ava shook her head in denial. Her lips clamped shut.

She moaned as he tried forcing her mouth open while keeping her bound hands raised high above her head. With a muttered curse, he squeezed her injured wrist just hard enough to elicit a pained gasp and successfully thrust two fingers past the barrier of her teeth.

“Lick my fingers clean, Ava. And if you dare bite me again, I’ll fuck you to within an inch of your life. Then give whatever is left of you to my men. All of them. Including my depraved brother.”

With a choked sob, Ava did as commanded, her tongue swirling around the digits with the skill of a whore. She licked and sucked until Kingston couldn’t take another second of her unwilling compliance.

He rose to his feet, pulling her up and spinning her around in one quick motion. Bringing her hands down, he held them captive between their bodies, pressing them against the slabs of his abdomen. Her fingers flexed, digging through his dress shirt as she grabbed him for balance.

“Do you like the taste of yourself, Ava?” He smirked, moving his free hand to her throat and squeezing gently. In the dim light, he saw the flush on her cheeks and the tears staining her creamy skin. She was goddamn gorgeous in the aftermath of her orgasm. “I think next time, I’ll make you lick yourself off my cock. I’ll spread your juices all over me and enjoy you cleaning up the mess.”

Ava’s green eyes blazed with hate and rage. “Try it and I’ll bite it off. I won’t care what you do to me afterward because I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing you are nothing more than a dickless monster.”

Kingston actually laughed at that. Pulling three zip ties from his back pocket, he quickly fastened one each around her wrists before linking them with the third. He did not remove the makeshift binding of the torn strap from her nightgown. Those stayed in place as a cushion against the hard plastic straps. “I do admire your spirit, Ava. It’s misplaced and stupid, but you really do amuse me more than I thought possible. It’s going to be difficult letting you go when the time comes.”

ChapterNine

Your name is written

On my soul.

My heart.

Across my skin.

The trekback to the main house was undertaken in silence. Ava stumbled behind Kingston as he led her like a pack mule through the brush and around trees. When it was necessary to climb over rocky formations, he either took her arms and helped guide her, or he simply lifted her and carried her.

She did not bother fighting when he did that. She didn’t have it in her… not when her feet ached and stung with various cuts and bruises. Between that and the superficial cut on her knee, she was utterly exhausted.

She’d been through so much over the last few days. The worst being the moment Kingston swept his hand between her legs and sent her tumbling into insanity. Remembering how easily she succumbed to his cruelty made her lips form a hard, straight line. The man was the very Devil himself.

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