Page 80 of A King So Savage

Ava stiffened, her hands clenching into fists. “Am I to be punished now?”

Can I endure it right now? Will he use this opportunity to further break me? Please, God, don’t let him do that just yet…

“No. That will come later. I think you’ve had a trying enough morning as it is. But rest assured. I’ve not forgotten what you are owed based on your previous behavior.”

Ava did not reply, but her shoulders sagged a little with silent gratitude for his momentary restraint.

“Number two,” Kingston continued. “You will do as I ask with no question or comment.”

“And if I don’t?” Ava asked quietly.

“Then I will refer you to rule number one.” He stood straighter, crossing his arms. “Rule number three. You will refrain from any further attempts at escape. Additional freedoms I grant will depend on your willingness in following the rules I’ve set in place. Do you understand what I mean by this?”

Ava nodded her head. “If I do as you say, you will let me have an almost normal existence.”

“Almost.” Kingston smiled. “Rule number four. When we are in public, you will be referred to as my companion. And under no circumstances will you ever entertain, acknowledge, or encourage the attention of another man. You are mine and only mine while our arrangement is in place.”

“Will you do the same? Ignore other women, I mean?” Ava asked impulsively. How long would he continue to stare at her naked body? The heat of his gaze left her with the disconcerting urge to rub her thighs together. Where she was cold before, it was now as though lava slowly dripped over her skin, covering her in blazing warmth. She was hot. Wound tight. Ready to burst.

“You are already violating the first rule, and I’ve not even finished listing them all,” Kingston murmured, his expression shuttered. Moving with the quiet grace of a stalking lion, he came forward until he stood beside her. Tipping her chin up, he peered into her eyes. “During our time together, you’ve no need to worry about other women. My focus will be on you, Ava, and only you.”

“H-how long will this arrangement last?” Her voice had gone quiet the moment he touched her, but her treacherous body roared to life. How she hated her own abdication from common sense.

“As long as it takes to repay the debt. Follow the rules and your time will pass much quicker. When it’s over, and we part ways, I will ensure your future safety. For the remainder of your life, Carson will never have an opportunity to abuse you.”

“And my parents’ deaths… you will tell me what you know? What you alluded to once before?” Ava pressed with reckless persistence. She’d not forgotten the cryptic statement Kingston made the day he released her from the cell. How he taunted her by pointing out her naïveté when it came to her brother and his nefarious actions.

Kingston’s eyes sparked with some nameless emotion. Lifting the t-shirt from the bed, he held it out to her.

Ava wondered if it was his way of offering a silent truce.

“Perhaps,” he murmured. “We’ll see.”

Her mouth tightened at the non-committal response. Carefully, she pulled the garment back over her body until she was hiding once more beneath the soft fabric. Her nipples contracted in protest against the material, sensitive to the point of discomfort, and all because Kingston’s stare had burned through her soul.

“Will we use protection?” Ava could not seem to stop asking questions. But didn’t she have the right? The right to know every facet of her imprisonment? After all, it washerbody being sacrificed on the altar of man’s greed.

“I’ve never slept with a woman without it and I already know your sexual history.” His eyes crinkled a bit at the corners. He found her questions amusing, and the realization he was laughing at her made Ava’s anger rear its foolish head.

“So, that’s a yes?”

His fingers tightened on her chin at her snippiness, his eyes so stormy it made her woozy.

“That’s a no. I want to feel every bit of your sweet, tight pussy squeezing my cock when I fuck you, naughty lamb. Nothing will be between us.”

The treacherous blood in her veins sang in delight with his words, but Ava forced herself to ask in the coldest voice she could manage, “What if I get pregnant?”

Kingston could not hide a satisfied smirk. “You won’t. I made sure of that on your first day here at The Den. The shot is in full effect by now.”

The room, his face, it all swirled in front of Ava.

“Y-you injected me with birth control? I can’t believe…” Swallowing down her nausea was a tremendous feat of self-control. “You had no right to do that.”

“It was necessary. Unless you are that eager to have a child. Are you, Ava?” His head tilted as he considered her pale features. “Eager to become pregnant for me? We can make that happen. Three months from now, I’ll cancel the birth control and fuck you every day until you grow round and plump with my baby.”

Ava’s eyes widened with horrified panic. “No! I don’t want that. I don’t. How could I want such a thing when I hate you for taking away my choices? You’ve taken control of my body. My life. Everything!”

Kingston let out a low chuckle of amusement. “I’ve not taken everything, lamb. At least, not yet.”

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