Page 32 of A King So Savage

A guttural, completely animalistic growl escaped him.

“Squeeze me tighter, goddammit. And suck, little lamb, as if your life depends on it. Because right now, it does.”

He began thrusting harder into her mouth, his breaths growing more ragged as his control frayed at the edges. Ava simply held on, a strange, dark need erupting inside her, the space between her thighs throbbing for attention. If only she could touch herself. Rub away and erase this burning ache with her own hand.

Her mind flashed to that moment in the forest. When Kingston made her come on his fingers. The first time that had ever happened for her…

“Fuck yes, Ava.Fuck…”His curses reverberated through her body as his muscles tensed. His grip tightened in her hair while, simultaneously, he also pulled the belt until she had no choice but to open wider and accept every inch of him.

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t cry out. Couldn’t break free. He was choking her with the thick length of his cock, and she couldn’t push him away.

And a dark, hidden part of her didn’t want to. Not really.

A second later, Kingston erupted in her mouth. Hot streams of fluid shot down her throat with such force she nearly gagged.

“Fucking hell. Swallow me, Ava.” His voice was evidence of his loss of control. It was harsh. Shattered. Tortured. “Swallow every goddamn drop…”

She whimpered and choked, doing her best to obey, even while she pressed her legs together to stem the shameful trickle of moisture there. Oh, God. Something was wrong with her. Something broken and twisted. Depraved. How could her body find this degradation so arousing?

“Goddamn,” Kingston exhaled as his orgasm faded away, leaving behind an indolent, satisfied beast. “You really are a good fucking girl, aren’t you? My sweet little lamb. Sucking my cock so thoroughly you damned near drained me.”

The belt slid away from her neck, and Kingston’s hand released the grip on her hair. Finally, finally, she was permitted to lean back. With bound hands, she tried wiping her hair from her face, but the strands would not cooperate. They stuck to her skin, plastered in place by the silent tears streaming down her cheeks and the salvia that had escaped her mouth while he used it.

“You’re gorgeous, Ava. So goddamn gorgeous,” Kingston whispered, sweeping her hair behind her ears with gentle fingers before tucking himself back inside his pants.

Then he did the oddest thing.

For reasons Ava could not comprehend, at least not in her current state of dazed, aroused confusion, Kingston abruptly lifted her up from the floor. She was settled into his lap, his arms folding around her, hiding most of her body as she quaked against him in some kind of delayed reaction.

His mouth repeatedly brushed her temple in soft caresses. Her forehead. Her cheeks. Licking up the salt of her tears. And one brutally quick, extremely thorough kiss was pressed against her mouth, stealing her breath. His hand was gently threatening as his fingers splayed across her throat, ensuring she did not pull away from him as his tongue collided almost angrily with her own.

He must taste himself on my lips…

Then he rested his forehead against her own as though he required a moment of composure before leaning back to search her features.

Ava stared up at Kingston, recognizing the confusion in his dark, fathomless eyes. It mirrored her own internal turmoil.

“Everybody out. Now.”

Kingston’s quiet command had his men jumping to action. They filed out quickly, silently, and even Oliver said nothing as he exited the room, giving his brother a puzzled glance as he passed.

Once they were alone, Kingston’s grip tightened. He pulled her head down until it rested upon his shoulder and his chin grazed the crown of her head. They sat there for the longest time.

Breathing. Processing. Analyzing.

From his pocket, Kingston produced a knife that opened with a flick of his thumb. Slicing easily through both the zip ties and the strips of fabric, he released her from her bonds. Then, he broke the strange truce which had fallen between them.

“You know what I think? I think, beneath that good girl façade is a bad girl dying to come out and play. Behind those wide, innocent green eyes is someone tired of the illusion of safety and ready to be wicked. Someone who hated being held down while her brother’s friends tasted her breasts but finds what I do to her exciting. Arousing.”

Ava sucked in a horrified breath and pushed at his broad chest as she struggled to sit up. “You’re wrong. I-I’m not like that.”

His blackish-blue gaze, the color of the darkest depths of the sea during a fierce storm, searched her face. “Am I wrong that when I shot down your throat, you moaned for it like a thirsty little whore? Am I wrong knowing that you wanted to push your own fingers into your sweet pussy? I know how badly you wanted to come. I know you would shatter in an instant if I touched the slickness of your hot little cunt right now. Admit it, lamb. You liked sucking my cock as much as I liked making you do it. And you looked so fucking beautiful choking on me. Oh, what a pair we are, Ava. Goddamn if we aren’t made for each other.”

ChapterTen

Feather soft and beloved

Sunshine bright and warm

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