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Ava trembled, straining against the manacles, reaching the limits of the chain’s length. Her hips bucked toward the instrument he wielded with such deadly precision. Her wrist began throbbing with pain, but she didn’t care.

He laughed softly, pressing harder. “Words, little lamb. Say the fucking words and I’ll give you what you need.”

But Ava stubbornly remained silent, her heart racing, the blood drumming in her veins like war drums. Kingston was driving her to the point of madness. A mindless, violent state of desire where she was a stranger even to herself.

“Say the words, Ava, damn you.”

Her orgasm loomed, driven by his husky voice and the insanity of his possession, but she could not say aloud what he wanted to hear. Those words, once uttered aloud, would hurl her to a place she would never come back from.

“Should I stop?” Kingston’s question was cruelly sly. He would, too, if she did not acknowledge what she wanted. What she needed more than the air pulsing in her lungs.

“Last chance,” he mocked.

With a moan, she gave in.

“Please. Sir, please. I need… you.”

Now that she’d experienced an organism at his hands, she was feverish for more. Crazy for it. Mindlessly stupid for it.

She wasn’t sure who she hated more at that moment. Herself, for wanting this man and every filthy thing he was doing. Or Kingston, for forcing the catalyst.

“Fuck yes,” Kingston snarled.

Standing up, he impatiently kicked the chair aside, sending it skittering across the cell.

Then he sank to the cold stone floor. A savage king on his knees in worship of his prisoner. The switchblade’s handle moved to the opening of Ava’s body, entering and withdrawing in shallow thrusts and ratcheting her desire to unimaginable heights.

She wanted it deeper. Filling the emptiness inside her. She wantedhiminside her, pounding her into oblivion.

A heartbeat later, his mouth closed over her pussy, the scruffy stubble of his chin leaving abrasions on the insides of her thighs. The chains and his warm, broad shoulders kept her legs spread, but he held her pussy open with one hand, seeking out her dark truths with his cruel mouth, twisting the handle of the straight razor within her channel. Never deep enough to fully take her virginity, but enough that she knew what the instrument represented. It was an extension of Kingston and his desires. Sharp. Invasive. Deadly.

His wicked mouth, lips, and tongue drove Ava over the edge. Fierce and hungry, sucking her into the depths of hell, and twisting everything that was right and wrong. This violent claiming of her body. This wild possession of her soul and heart. This was everything, and yet, Ava knew it meant nothing to a man like him.

Heated pleasure flooded her, her body convulsing as Kingston drank from her as though she were the finest of bourbons. He continued fucking her with the blade’s handle, his mouth keeping an unrelenting rhythm on her clit as she shook in the chains and cried out his name.

When the shaking of the universe was complete and Ava’s world was completely upside down, Kingston leaned away from her body.

His mouth and chin glistened with her surrender. His eyes were dark with fathomless emotion as he glared at her as if he hated her and everything she provoked within him.

“At this rate, little lamb, it won’t be long before I’ve taken all of your firsts. And that will be the day you become fucking useless to me.” He slowly withdrew the razor as her inner channel clenched desperately to keep it in place.

Kingston examined it and the evidence of her arousal coating it before tossing it aside. The instrument clattered on the floor as, with a groan, he leaned back into her.

With a long, slow lap of his tongue, Kingston cleaned the juices away from Ava’s sensitive flesh, then muttered in rueful admission, “But your sweet cunt is like heroin, and damned if I can stay away. Every time I close my eyes, I see you on your knees in my conference room. Your eyes so wide and green. Your pretty mouth full of my cock. And it’s wrong and goddamn stupid of me, but I just want to fuck you until the world crashes down around us.”

ChapterTwelve

Come to me

Little lamb

I’ll make you feel something

Real

Kingston carefully dressedAva in a clean set of clothing before tucking her in bed as if she were an invalid. Then, with his conquest of her body complete, he left the cell without a backward glance.

Ava did not even have the energy to protest, nor did she try reminding him of his promise of freedom. After a long night tossing and turning, she woke the next morning with a sense of dread and readied herself for yet another mind-numbing day inside her cell.

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