Page 36 of A King So Savage

Kingston slicked his hair back out of his eyes, the water sluicing over his face and across his shoulders. His gaze raked over the perfect heart-shaped form of Ava’s ass and the mouthwatering flare of her hips.

She was fucking perfect, and he had a fucking hard-on despite his intentions to remain fucking unaffected.

“That’s not the deal we made, Ava,” Kingston admonished softly, reaching around her so he could shut off the water.

“You made the deal. I have no bargaining power. Remember?”

Glancing back over her shoulder, Ava bit her bottom lip in an effort to hold back tears. Her gaze fell to his cock and she choked on a sob.

Kingston enfolded her in an embrace, his jaw hard at the defeat in her tone. She was as stiff as a sail in a hurricane, and it angered him more than it should have.

His mouth pressed against her ear, and his cock, oh, hell, his cock was hard as iron against her ass. It throbbed painfully for her. “Come with me now, Ava. Don’t fight me. There’s little point in it.”

She had no choice when he roughly gripped her by the wrist and pulled her out of the shower. With brisk, efficient motions, he toweled her off and then himself. He did allow her to keep that towel though. She quickly wrapped it tight around her body while he tugged his trousers back on.

Then he wordlessly dragged her to the wall where the chains dangled. The towel was yanked away. A rueful laugh escaped him as she tried shielding her body from the lust in his eyes.

“You should have obeyed me, Ava. Now, you have no control over what happens next.” Kingston closed the shackles over her wrists, careful not to overtighten the metal enclosures.

When it became apparent he would do the same to her legs, Ava lashed out like a wild animal, kicking and sobbing with adrenaline-fueled fear. Her foot caught him in the knee.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, he jerked her head back.

“Kick me again and I’ll break your leg. Do you understand?”

He pulled her hair harder until she cried out, “Yes!”

“Yes, what?” he crooned, rubbing his nose along her neck. She smelled so fucking delectable; he was sorely tempted to give in and take what he wanted. To hell with two-point-six million. “Yes,what?” he prodded again.

“Yes, sir,” Ava whimpered.

Bending on one knee, he calmly shackled her ankles while Ava sobbed in frustration at her own helplessness.

“If you are frightened, you should be. I don’t like being disobeyed,” he murmured.

“I know that. But I can’t let you—"

“It’s not about what you can and will not do, Ava. It’s about what I want you to do.”

He left her chained to the wall, her nakedness a shiny beacon in the cell’s shadowed dimness. A second later, a flick of a hidden switch flooded her with a creamy pool of light. Disappearing into the bathroom, Kingston reemerged with several items necessary for the task at hand. Towels, shaving cream, and most importantly, his own personal shaving kit.

Pulling out the straight razor, Kingston caught a glimpse of the sheer terror in Ava’s eyes.

“Kingston,” she whispered, forgetting to use the title he’d demanded. “Please… don’t.”

Kingston stepped closer, appreciating the lovely picture she created. Naked, bound, her damp hair streaming like dark ribbons over her shoulders, her nipples contracting into hardened points he wanted to roll between his teeth. God help him, but the fact she was afraid of him and what he might do made his body ache even more for her.

“I won’t hurt you unless you make me hurt you.” He buried his hand in her damp hair, tilting her face so he could stare into her dark green eyes. He was gentler than he’d been moments before, recognizing the need to ease her fear.

His little lamb was scared, but at the same time, she could not hide her fascination. He recognized that glimmer of aroused fear in her gaze. She desired him, but shame kept her from enjoying anything he would do to her.

Kingston pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “Be very still and this will be over soon.”

“You’re sick.” Her whisper was anguished.

“Yes. We’ve established that.” His lips moved to her cheek, kissing away the tears that dampened the tender skin. “We’re all mad here. Isn’t that the saying?”

She closed his eyes to his taunting.

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