Page 38 of A King So Savage

This body of mine

Aches for your touch

And the way you lash me

With words and deeds

A senseof relief overcame Ava as she placed herself in Kingston’s hands.

But why was that? She couldn’t say for certain. The man was dangerous. Unpredictable. And more than likely psychotic. She should fight him with every fiber of her being—especially after his vile threat of sharing her with his men. But outwitting Kingston Winter was exhausting.

And honestly? She could not deny the way her heartbeat jumped when he touched her. The way her blood sang in her veins. A strange blend of fear and lust drained any willpower to resist this man. Shewantedhim to touch her. Ached for it. Dreamed of it. Was restless for it.

Despite the insanity of it.

He would hurt her. Ruin her. Destroy and conquer her. She might not survive, but there was no eluding him. Her fate lay in his hands and, like a helpless peasant, Ava threw herself at the mercy of a king.

Kingston’s gaze burned like fire, and Ava wondered if her capitulation shocked him. She’d fought him every step of the way during her captivity, and now, he appeared indecisive.

Then his lip twitched upward with a sinful smirk.

“My little lamb wants to play.”

Ava steeled herself. “I believe your idea of what that means is completely opposite to mine.”

“Is it? Let’s see if that’s true.” He ran the straight blade down the valley between her breasts. It was closed so no harm would come to her, but the thought of that razor-sharp instrument slicing skin sent a shiver through Ava.

“I will not cut you, Ava. You are too perfect for that. But I will hack through those walls you have up and leave you defenseless.” The blade continued, marking an invisible path down her body until it reached her aching center. “Does this frighten you?”

“Yes.” Her chin tilted. “I don’t like being helpless.”

Another smile ghosted across Kingston’s firmly molded lips. “But I like seeing you vulnerable. Too much, I’m afraid.”

“I know.” Ava’s stomach muscles contracted as he drew an imaginary line from hip to hip with the end of the blade’s handle. She bit her bottom lip, her brow furrowed. “I-I don’t understand that.”

Kingston’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “You don’t need to understand it.”

“Do you… Do you bring many women in here? Chain them to your wall?” She should bite her own tongue off for asking such a stupid question, but the burning curiosity in the pit of her stomach demanded an answer.

Kingston shrugged. “Sometimes. Technically, you’re my first unwilling prisoner. Of the female sort, anyway.”

“And do you keep the cameras on while—"

He gripped her hip, fingers pressing into her flesh. “No more questions, Ava. Now, be quiet. Unless you want your panties used as a gag.”

Ava’s lips tightened but she nodded obediently.

“And while I would enjoy that visceral image, I much prefer hearing the sweet sounds you make when you come. I’ve dreamed about it since that day in the woods.” Kingston’s words curled around her in a deadly web of silk. “Have you dreamed of it, too, Ava? Thought about me touching you?”

Ava’s eyes closed, terrified to admit the truth to him and to herself.

The edge of the straight blade’s wood handle slid into the crevice of her pussy. A gasp bubbled in her throat when Kingston growled, “Open your eyes. I want to see all of you when you come for me. I want to see your soul acknowledge that I am the one making your body soar.”

Her eyes flew open at that, meeting Kingston’s fierce gaze as he laid the flat side of the handle snugly against her clitoris.

Ava bit back a whimper of pure, helpless lust.

“Look at you, Ava. Dripping for me. So wet and needy,” he murmured, moving the handle back and forth with devilish intent, drenching it with her arousal. “Do you want to come? Do you?”

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