Page 42 of A Heart So Savage

When Kingston finally spoke, it was his obsession on full display. There were no pretty words or sentiments. No gentle hearts and flowers. Just an honest brutality and proof of his unreasonable depravity when it came to her.

“Make no mistake, lamb. Just like that night in the woods, I would chase you. And Iwouldcatch you. Only this time, I’d make sure you completely understood what imprisonment meant. I’d start by clearing a table in the middle of my restaurant and anchoring you to it with the thickest ropes I could find. Then I would fuck you until you screamed while God and everyone else there watched.”

ChapterSixteen

Take me.

Break me.

Save me.

I’m only yours.

“I don’t believe you,”Ava said, chewing her bottom lip. He couldn’t mean it. He wouldn’t dare do something so depraved. So outrageous.

He’s just trying to scare me.

Kingston laughed. “Want to find out? We’ll be arriving there any minute. I’ll escort you inside, turn you loose for five minutes and hunt you down.”

“You would hurt anyone who helps me?”

“If it’s a man, yes. His life would be over the moment he touched you. A woman? Depends.” Kingston shrugged. “Shall we play this game and find out?” His hand snaked between her thighs, blunt fingers finding the exposed folds of her pussy and tracing the flesh.

Ava gasped, unsure if she squirmed to avoid his searching touch or if she was desperately seeking it. “Don’t!”

“Answer me, lamb. Do you want to play a game?” He ignored her protest, his thumb strumming her clit until she moaned. “There are certain rules you must follow.” His free hand curled around her throat. High up under her chin, just below her jaw, his index finger and thumb pushed on opposite sides against the pulse there.

His eyes were darkly intent, watching her response as he deliberately slid one finger inside her and crooked it against the inner wall of her pussy. Ava quivered. She could not deny how good it felt. For a long moment, an eternity maybe or perhaps only a matter of seconds, his thumb swirled in her wetness and, damn him—damn him—his thick finger tapped along the inside her depths.

“Kingston,” she breathed unsteadily, the need to climax rushing through her body like a rogue summer thunderstorm. With a mind of their own, her hips shifted, giving him better access to her body. She couldn’t help it. She wanted to lie back against the sleek leather seats of his luxurious car and let him do whatever he wanted just as long as she was given permission to come.

“Does that feel good, Ava?”

“Mmmm,” she moaned. Kingston pressed more firmly until she saw stars.

“Lie back, baby. Spread your legs for me. There’s my good girl.” His hand moved almost leisurely, bathing her flesh with her own juices until she was slippery with lust and heat. “Do you want to come?” It was the Devil’s own whisper, husky and full of unfulfilled promises. The hand around her neck tightened until the ceiling of the limo swirled dizzily overhead.

God. Just a few more circles and I’ll explode. If he just keeps doing… that… Please don’t stop doing that…

Ava vaguely acknowledged the moment his hand eased its grip. Taking a deep breath, she realized he was shuffling through the inner pocket of his coat. Whatever he searched for, she didn’t know, nor did she care. Because she was going to explode in the space of a heartbeat, and she would pull herself together after that.

“I asked you a question, Ava. Do you want to come?” His finger moved out of her body, and Ava nearly wailed in protest.

“Yes…yes.Please, Kingston.” She was begging but she didn’t care. He had cruelly primed her until the simplest touch was now enough to detonate her from the inside out.

“God, I love hearing you beg. I love seeing those pretty tears on your cheeks, knowing I am the reason for them.” Kingston pressed a kiss to her mouth, gently running his tongue over the small cut he inflicted earlier to her bottom lip. “I love how you struggle to breathe with my hand around your throat. How your eyes fill with fear and excitement. And I especially love the way this tight little cunt squeezes whatever I shove into it.”

Ava moaned, on the verge of climaxing from Kingston’s filthy, crude words. Her back arched off the cold leather seat as something small and cylindrical in shape glided into her vagina with his tender insistence. Her body accepted the foreign object, clutching it in greedy desperation.

Kingston’s soft chuckle washed over her. He leaned back as though admiring his handiwork while Ava shuddered, chilled but burning without his large body pressing down on her. With careful hands, he pulled the dress down over her hips, straightening the fabric and sitting her back up again.

Ava stared mutely at his granite-like features. Nerve endings fired off like bottle rockets inside her veins but fizzled frustratingly short of the orgasm her body so urgently craved. She was lightheaded, hanging over an invisible cliff, empty and wanting, but somehow full.

There wassomethinginside her. Something seductively wicked. An instrument of this man’s terrible power.

Kingston’s lips quirked as he studied her reaction. “You’re wondering what I put inside you.”

Ava’s hand immediately flew to the space between her legs, but his low growl stopped her.

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