Page 71 of A King So Savage

Kingston’s fingers tightened around his cock. He groaned, never breaking eye contact.

Heknewshe watched him. And he enjoyed it. Relished shocking her. Reveled in knowing she desperately wanted what he held so tight within his own hands. His mouth quirked with recognition of their mutual lust.

Sanity flashed through Ava. She was losing herself in this man. Drowning in his twisted world of sex and power and domination. He was changing her into someone she did not recognize. Someone desperate for his attention. And willing to take anything he deemed she could have.

Fumbling with the door, she tried retreating, but Kingston’s sharp command froze her in place.

“Don’t you fucking dare run now, lamb. I’m two seconds from coming in my own goddamn hand instead of filling you with my cum. And you are to blame forthat.So, don’t you fucking move. You… you stand right there. Right where you are…” Another long stroke, faster this time, elicited a guttural groan from deep within him. “And you watch me, Ava Blue. You watch what you’ve made me do. And if you don’t like standing on the sidelines, then get your sweet little ass into this shower and get down onto your knees. I want to fill that pretty mouth of yours up until you choke on me.”

Ava could not move even if she wanted to. His words… his filthy, degrading words sent a flood of moisture to the aching flesh between her legs.

It was quickly followed by a wave of shame so intense it left her reeling.

Because for a heart-stopping moment, she seriously considered following his orders. Shewantedto sink to her knees before him. Suck him off until tears ran down her cheeks and he exploded in her mouth. She wanted everything he could give her—no matter the loss of her own soul. She was prepared to sell that useless bit of nothing to the very Devil himself. Which could only mean one thing.

She was as sick as he was. Just as twisted and depraved. After all, what normal,sanewoman wanted to be treated in such a manner?

Oh, God. What had Kingston done to her during the short time she’d been his captive?

“Fuck, Ava… The things I’m imagining right now. All the dirty, amazing, terrible things I’m gonna do to you…”

His movement stilled, his hand gripping his cock as though he could stop the inevitable. But there was no stopping the freight train of his climax, nor the resulting tremors shaking through Ava when she witnessed the visible evidence of his satisfaction. It was as thoughsheexperienced his orgasm along with him.

Kingston groaned louder; the hand braced on the wall clenching into a tight, white-knuckled fist. Semen splattered on the marble, his release painting the creamy white surface before washing away in pale rivulets.

His head hung low, his wide chest heaving from the exertion of jacking himself off. The rain shower fixture drenched his sculpted body, and the steam of the bathroom increased by the second. Ava could see it rolling in filmy waves over his wide shoulders and down his muscular back.

None of it seemed real. This was a scene torn from a dirty fairytale, a sensual nightmare that just couldn’t be real. She’d stood like an imbecile and watched a man masturbate himself to completion. This wasn’t reality. It couldn’t be… and yet…

“Get in here and lick me clean, Ava. I want to feel your mouth on me…”

Kingston’s eyes burned into hers with smoldering intensity. When his mouth tilted upward in a smirk, Ava knew he intended the words to both shock her and assert his dominance.

If she obeyed that depraved order, she was truly doomed.

“No. No…”

Was she saying the words aloud, or did they only echo inside her head? Was the refusal directed at Kingston and his command, or at herself for wanting exactly whathewanted?

Ava quickly backed out of the bathroom, bumping the door jamb with her shoulder before slamming it with a forceful bang. Kingston’s amused laughter echoed in the room as the water was shut off. There was the click of the shower door opening and then closing with a muted thump.

I can’t stay… I can’t stay here…

Frantically, Ava searched for something that would effectively barricade the door. There were few precious seconds to act. A little bit of time could be gained while he leisurely toweled himself off, but it wouldn’t be much.

Instinct told Ava he was in no hurry to come after her—arrogantly secure in the belief she would never run from him again. But eventually, he would emerge from that bathroom and find her trembling for him. Her panties soaked. Breath coming in gasps. Nipples hard and aching for the pinch of his cruel fingers. He would bend her over the bed, slide inside her, and she would let him.

A whimper of frantic despair rattled inside her throat. She couldn’t stay in this room. Couldn’t be near him.

Because she had no control over herself or the situation.

Ahhh—there!

An occasional chair sculpted into clean, modern lines of iron and leather strapping occupied one corner. It might do the trick. Dragging it to the bathroom door, Ava jammed its rounded back under the doorknob. She’d seen that done in a movie once. Hopefully, the makeshift wedge would work in real life, although she would not stick around to see if it did.

Her fingers shook as she exited the bedroom. She relocked the door behind her, giving her a few more seconds to flee.

A heavy wood and iron bench sat directly across from Kingston’s bedroom door. Thinking quickly, Ava untied the sash of her robe and knotted one end around the door handle and the other through the bench’s fretwork. When Kingston opened the door, there would be the extra resistance of the bench’s weight. Even more time in which she could make her escape.

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