Page 19 of A King So Savage

His cock was hard as stone, straining against the zipper of his suit pants. Somehow, Kingston restrained himself from doing anything more than tasting her breasts before stepping away.

Catching her chin in his hand, he forced her to meet his gaze.

“Goddamn, Ava. I would fuck you right here on this bathroom floor if it wouldn’t cost me two million fucking dollars.”

Her face flushed an enchanting pink, embarrassment and dazed arousal staining her skin. She looked good enough to eat alive.

“You disgust me,” she replied woodenly, her chest heaving with the words. A curious light in her eyes indicated confused desire and hatred for her own body’s betrayal.

Kingston knew the truth, however. She’d liked his mouth on her. She couldn’t hide that fatal revelation.

“Better watch your fucking mouth or I’ll put it to good use.” He ran a thumb over her bottom lip and then forced it into her mouth. Daring her to bite him. “Maybe you would like that, after all. Maybe you want me to shove myself past these pretty lips. Feeding you my cock.” The action of his thumb mimicked his words, thrusting and withdrawing until her lips closed around the digit with an agonized groan of surrender to his persistence. “Fucking your throat until you choke on me. I’d make you swallow every drop of cum I unload into this beautiful mouth. Is that what you want, Ava Blue?”

Ava shook her head, her green eyes wide and glassy with the filthiness of his words. Smiling, Kingston removed his thumb from her mouth, then slowly sucked it as though savoring her.

Ava hesitantly covered her body with crossed arms. Confusion flooded her features and she stood awkwardly under his perusal.

Kingston clucked his tongue in mock dismay.

“Don’t you dare hide from me. I own you for the time being, and I like looking at my property. Drop your hands this instant or I’ll bind them behind your back.”

A fierce battle of wills erupted. Ava’s eyes flared with rebellion, but eventually, her arms dropped to her sides. She stood like a statue awaiting placement, rigid and unbending. A chess piece in an age-old game.

A lowly, lovely pawn for the moment.

“Get in the tub,” he finally said.

When she brushed past him, Kingston admired the perfect globes of her ass. They glowed a faint pink from the swatting he’d given her a few moments ago. How beautiful she would be with his handprints marking that pale skin.

A strip of soft, blonde curls adorned her pussy, and she quickly turned away in a belated effort to hide that part of her. Ava’s body was made for sin. One crafted specifically for fucking. The curves of her hips called for a man’s hard hands, those long legs designed for wrapping around a man’s waist as he plowed deep inside her.

How many of her brother’s friends had seen her beauty? How many had stroked the perfection of this girl’s body? Kingston knew there’d been at least three men present that night in the Blue home, with Carson standing guard and collecting the money. It stood to reason there were more incidents like the one Kingston had declined to attend.

Although she was definitely still a virgin, there was no denying Ava had suffered abuse. And her parents had been woefully ignorant of Carson’s actions.

But the tragedy of Ava’s past would not keep Kingston from recovering the money he was owed. If anything, he believed she would be more pliant and complacent in accepting her fate. She was already preconditioned for exploitation. Already submissive to it.

And Kingston would use that to his advantage.

There would be no problem recovering every cent of the money her brother owed him. The men extended an invite to make offers would throw away ungodly sums for the chance to own such beauty. And she would do as she was told.

Ava settled into the tub, sinking low into the water as the faucets continued running. Kingston retrieved the bottles she’d hurled at him, setting a few on a low bench by the tub. The rest were returned to the shelves.

She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, arms resting atop them with the injured one being favored. Staring straight ahead, she watched the flow of water from the faucets as if mesmerized.

When Kingston pulled the bench closer and sat on it, she did not acknowledge his presence. For a long moment, neither said a word. Ava’s gaze remained fixated on the water, and Kingston’s eyes were glued to the lush creature he’d stolen.

Turning off the faucets, he dipped a large sponge into the water, lathered it with body wash, and smoothed it across her shoulders. Silently, he worked, washing her back and her arms, which she steadfastly refused to remove from around her knees.

Gathering her hair into a mass within his fist, he tipped her head back. With his gaze locked on hers, he washed her throat, erasing his bloody handprint. Soapy water cascaded over the bruise where his teeth had marked her.

“I hate you,” Ava whispered fiercely.

Kingston’s lips quirked as he forced her arms apart. She chewed her bottom lip as the sponge drifted over her chest. Across her plump breasts. Encircling the rose petal-pink areoles. Down the center of her body to her flat belly. The muscles there quaked as he washed her, his gaze fever bright with needy lust.

“I know, little lamb. I know.”

ChapterSix

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