Page 25 of A King So Savage

His chuckle was a sharp rasp in her ear. “Make me.Go ahead. I dare you to try.”

“You’re a bully.” She snarled as he reeled her in closer. “A monster. A pitiful coward forcing yourself on someone who despises you.”

“Yeah?” His drawl was unconcerned. “Maybe. But one thing’s certain. I’m gonna fuck that sass right out of you if you keep this up.”

His threat did the trick. Ava’s lips clamped shut.

With efficient brutality, he untangled his hand from her hair, grabbed the torn sleeve of the gown, and ripped it free.

“My wrist…” Ava moaned as the strip of cloth was wrapped around her hands.

“Should have thought about that before. Did your wrist hurt when you bashed my friend over the head with a bottle? Did it pain you when you were running from me? Running from the safety of your cell?”

“You maniac,” Ava breathed in outrage. “Safety? I’m not crazy enough to think I’msafeas your fucking prisoner.”

“There you go using that word again. I’m beginning to think that’s just what you want me to do. You want me to fuck you until you are a trembling mess.”

She screamed then, fueled by fear and more than a little bit of rage. And Kingston loved it. Loved the primal way she expressed herself in that moment. Loved her loss of control and the way it made his dick hard.

She lunged away, but Kingston wouldn’t let her go now. Although he would keep his vow of punishing her at the house, he was too inflamed by his own bloodlust to let her behavior pass without tasting her.

His mouth crashed down upon hers, hard and brutal. Taking what he wanted as she squirmed helplessly, it was a clash of teeth and tongues and need. Fear and desire. Lust and desperation.

Kingston had never tasted anything so sweet. Ava’s mouth, her flavor, her scent, it was all addictive. He wanted more.

He wanted everything.

But when her teeth scored his lip, the surprise of it loosened his grip. She spun away in a flash, scrambling to escape.

Kingston quickly hooked her feet with his own, sending her crashing to the ground. But still, she would not stop in her attempt to get away. She crawled on her belly through the clearing’s thick grass in a frantic bid for freedom.

Kingston grinned. This was becoming more fun by the minute.

“Naughty lamb. Do you really think you can escape that easily?”

He landed on her, sliding an arm beneath her and lifting her to her knees until she was captured back against his chest once more. Then he captured her wrists in one hand and raised them above her head, carefully encircling them.

“You forgot, Ava. No biting. Remember?” His breath brushed the curve of her neck. His lips trailed over the softly fragrant flesh, his nose nuzzling through her hair until he found the nape of her neck. With an impatient movement, he swept her hair aside and latched his mouth over the tender spot.

He sucked hard, and when she lurched forward, his teeth kept her in place. While she writhed and sobbed, he left his mark. One only he would see. Fuck, it might be worth it to have the impression of his teeth tattooed there, or even better, he’d brand that tender place along the curve of her shoulder where he set his teeth before. Maybe he would. Show the world that she was once his. And when she was no longer his prisoner, her new owner would know she’d been his pretty, little toy and nothing would change that fact.

“Please…” Ava begged, her body straining away from his.

Kingston laved the injury with his tongue, soothing it and licking away the tiny drops of blood.

“Oh, Ava. Can’t you feel how hard you’ve made my dick?” He ground his erection against her lower back, their height difference readily apparent in this position. He could shove her forward, face first into the grass, but that would put pressure on her wrist. As cruel as he was, he could not bring himself to do that.

And he really shouldn’t, but he also could stop from roaming a hand over the front of her body while slowly rotating against her. A groan rumbled in his chest when he cupped each full breast in turn, tweaking her nipples through the gown’s fabric.

Ava’s sharp intake of breath inflamed him, and for a brief second, Kingston reconsidered pushing her down into the dirt and burying himself inside her. His body throbbed. Demanding fulfillment. Release. Her surrender.

His hand slipped to the hem of the gown, jerking it higher so his fingers could find the space between her thighs. But his touch turned tender as he slid beneath the panties he’d given her to wear. The thin scrap of fabric was hardly an effective barrier.

“You’re so frightened, and yet, you are soaked for me. Does the fear excite you, Ava? Do you like me touching you like this? Your body says you do.” His index finger glided around her clit then dipped inside her in shallow exploration. “I’m the first man ever to do this. The first to finger-fuck you. The first to make you delirious with lust. Isn’t that the truth? Answer me, Ava.”

“Yes,” she hissed in fierce defiance. “But not the first bastard to take what isn’t his to take.”

Kingston licked the side of her face, catching her tears with his tongue and savoring every salty drop. “But youaremine, Ava. Mine to torment for the moment. Mine to use as I desire. Mine to fuck however I want.”

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