Page 55 of A Heart So Savage

The toy was shoved into his pocket, Kingston’s cruel laughter assaulting her ears as her body struggled to make sense of the abrupt deprivation. A low wail bubbled up from her throat. She was trembling on the edge of paradise. Dangling in the abyss. Empty. Wanting. Hungry.

“Please,”she gasped, writhing in a desperate search for relief.

“Did you seriously think I’d fucking let you come like that? Using your hand and a goddamn vibrator? Iownthis pussy, Ava,” he hissed along the curve of her shoulder, his teeth raking the tender skin. “I own your mouth. Your hands. Your body. Every inch of you is mine.I’mthe sole deciding factor when it comes to your pleasure and the orgasms I allow you. Ride my fucking fingers and come for me now. Here, in the middle of this restaurant with God and everyone else watching.”

Kingston arranged his body until his large form loomed over Ava. Despite his threat to expose her to a public exhibition, he shielded her from view. To the casual observer, it would look as though they were having an intimate discussion. But there was no conversation necessary for what he did next.

His middle finger plunged inside her, the long, blunt-tipped digit roughly filling the aching emptiness. With ruthless intensity, he pumped once, twice, while his thumb circled and pressed her swollen clit. He knew exactly how to shatter her soul into a million, glittering pieces, the shards cutting her to ribbons. How could she defend herself against something that felt so good?

Ava cried out, biting her own hand in a pitiful attempt to contain the unmistakable sounds of bliss. The edges of her eyesight dimmed, Kingston’s face and his velvety blue eyes fading into tiny pinpoints. Her body arched into his hand. Into his touch. Feverishly, she wished it was more. Wished it was all of him taking all of her.

Did everyone know Kingston was fucking her with his fingers? It didn’t matter if they did. All that mattered was the overwhelming, humiliating pleasure. The awful, beautiful cascade of ecstasy washed all the ugly away, but it left her aching for that sense of belonging she felt only with him.

She could fight him. Hate him. Despise him. But she could not deny herself. This was who she was. A lost girl searching for a safe place to belong. A girl who needed this man to break her down and build her back up again and again. She hovered in a pitch-black world between Heaven and Hell, caught in the arms of the very Devil himself until Kingston’s lust-roughened voice sank into her veins like the sweetest drug and pulled her back to him.

“Shh,” he soothed, his fingers gliding through the wetness of her arousal in a gentle motion as she shuddered in his embrace. “Let it all out for me like a good girl. Let me have your tears... Fuck. You’re goddamn perfection like this.”

I’m crying?She was. Tears rolled down her cheeks in sparkling silver streams. Exhaustion like she’d never known before crushed her bones. After being held prisoner on the cusp of completion for so long, her body shut down as it succumbed to an overload of sensations. Kingston had driven her to a cliff of madness. A place where she shook and trembled like a silly doll while he manipulated the strings.

Curling toward his leanly muscled form, she pressed closer. It was stupid to think he provided some sort of shelter from the storm inside her. Because this manwasthe storm. A hurricane flattening her resistance and sweeping away everything that came before him.

Kingston.

Her tormentor. Her captor. Her shameful, hated obsession.

“I don’t want to be yours. I can’t. I can’t…” she choked, burying her face in the warm column of his neck.

She couldn’t manage anything else. Couldn’t move her arms or legs. She was drowning, the sea swallowing her up and destroying any desire to stay afloat. She wondered why it seemed he was very far away when he held her so close. She could hear his heart beating. It was louder than her own.

“Easy, Ava. Easy. I’m very aware of the fact you don’t want to be here.” Kingston’s fingers slipped away from the junction of her thighs. “But I’m a heartless, selfish bastard, and you have no choice.”

He sounded… sad. Maybe even remorseful. But Ava only nodded because, in this jumbled state of emotions, she liked how gently he spoke while efficiently tugging her dress back into place. His voice spilled over her like a warm summer rain, the tenderness in his hands repairing the damage of his onslaught.

Ava sank into his darkness, too tired to fight being his.

“Shhh. Let me take care of you now,” Kingston murmured, gripping her throat with his large hand. Tipping her head back, he stared down at her before rubbing the pad of his thumb, still wet from her arousal, along her bottom lip. Ava watched in dazed contentment as he brought it to his mouth and licked her essence from it, his eyes glittering like stars in a sea of deep blue. “Like it or not, you are mine, Ava. And I always take care of what’s mine.”

ChapterTwenty-One

Surrender is never easy.

Except when one wishes to be conquered.

Kingston carriedAva out of the restaurant. She was crashing from the gauntlet of sensations, and he needed to get her someplace safe where he could counteract that.

Jack’s accusatory stare as he cleared a pathway to the penthouse’s private elevator only added to Kingston’s mounting sense of guilt. He returned the bodyguard’s censure with a raised eyebrow as the three of them entered the elevator. Silently, he pressed the elevator’s security fingerprint pad and leaned back against the wall while Jack took up a stance at the doors.

Ava should not have been pushed to such extremes without a plan in place to take care of her. She wasn’t accustomed to this type of play. She’d never been warned about what could happen, the dangers and the precautions one needed to take. And she sure as hell did not have a safe word. He’d not been thinking clearly, his mind reeling with the heady power he had over her. Remaining calm and unattached was impossible when the woman in his arms was a fucking temptation.

Ava blinked up at Kingston as the elevator silently carried them to the penthouse suite.

“Our evening is over, sir?” She seemed puzzled as she stared at Jack’s broad back before turning her gaze back to Kingston.

“Yes, lamb.” Kingston hugged her tighter.

Ava frowned but did not try to extract herself from his arms. “And now we’re going to sleep?”

“We are.”

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