Page 82 of A Heart So Savage

“Ah, hell, Ava. Maybe it’s you who owns me.” Kingston’s satisfied grunt was accompanied by his hips jerking upward, burying his cock further inside her than Ava ever thought possible. He seated himself to the hilt and waited as her flesh stretched and clamped tight around him.

Ava saw stars. Her hands clenched, squeezing the muscles that defined his broad chest. He felt so much larger in this position. Bigger. Harder. Longer, somehow. He filled her right up to the fine line of pain and ecstasy. Her newly waxed pussy spasmodically quivered in discomfort, but Ava ignored it, focusing on the exquisite pleasure instead.

“Am I hurting you?” Kingston groaned, holding still so Ava could adjust. “Because you are damn near killing me. Your cunt is so goddamn tight, it’s strangling me.”

“I’m okay. Honest. Give me a second. It’s almost too much, but I don’t want you to stop,” Ava whispered. “I think I like the little bite of pain. Reminds me I’m alive. And that right here is where I want to be. Where I’m meant to be.”

“You’re hardwired to take that pain just as I’m hardwired to give it, Ava.” Kingston remained motionless as Ava lifted and sank down on him again. “Once you accept that this is who you really are, things become much less complicated. This… this is whoweare. Who we have always been.”

“Yes,” Ava moaned.

He rubbed his thumb down her carotid artery but did not lessen the tightness of his grip around her throat. “I’m trying to be patient. Trying to remember I gave you control, but, baby, if you don’t start moving, I’m gonna go wild and fuck you to within an inch of your life.”

Ava sputtered a giggle. “You’re not a monster after all. You’re really just a caveman at heart.”

Kingston pinned her with that blue-black stare of his. “I don’t have a heart, little lamb. Remember that.”

Ava turned somber, rolling her hips just enough to make them both inhale a sharp breath. “I guess I’ll have to help you grow one.”

The lust in Kingston’s eyes flared brighter along with the tiny, unmistakable light of something else. Something Ava recognized because she’d seen it in herself, but not until years after her parents died and she found the courage to move on with her dreams. It was the spark that led her to a Savannah hotel elevator and ended in a dungeon cell, face to face with this man.

Hope.

Hope that everything would be okay. Hope that life would right itself. Hope that one day, love would barge in and take over. Hope that she would find happiness, even after death and loss and unbelievable heartache.

Somehow, without even trying, she’d become Kingston’s glimmer of hope. He looked at her as though she could grant him freedom from the burdens of his life. She gave him hope of something better. Something brighter. Something they could share together.

A future.

“I have a confession,” Ava murmured as she rose and sank down again with excruciating slowness.

“Whatever it is, I don’t care right now.” Kingston’s hand squeezed her hip hard enough to leave bruises. “Just keep fucking me like this. You’re doing so well, baby. Taking all of me with hardly a whimper.”

“I want to confess anyway.” She threw her head back until the length of her hair brushed the tops of his muscled thighs.

Kingston laughed under his breath. “If you are still able to talk, I’m doing a terrible job of fucking you.”

“This is serious,” Ava protested, still rocking back and forth. “I stole something from your restaurant. It’s crazy, I know. And it sounds so ridiculous when I say it aloud. I took a fork. Not even a knife, but a stupid fork. In my defense, I thought it wouldn’t be easily missed.”

“Why did you do it?”

“I thought I could use it as a weapon. To protect myself.” Ava leaned forward, brushing his lips with the tease of a kiss. “God, I don’t know. It was an absurd thing to do.”

“It was stupid.” Kingston agreed, pulling her down with the grip of her throat and holding her so her lips hovered over his. “And your confession is wasted because I already knew.” He captured her mouth in a hot, bruising kiss that seemed endless.

Ava kissed him back although dread sent tingles of foreboding down her spine.He knows what I did and never said a word? Has he been waiting for my confession? Or for the moment I tried using it against him?

With a shudder, she nipped his bottom lip as he’d done to her so many times and quickly sat up, wondering what he might do to her now. Admitting she’d thought of using a weapon, even if it wasn’t specifically against him, was very foolish.

Kingston grinned up at her, the tiny spot of blood that welled up from the injury demanding she lick it from his lip. “Did that make you feel any better, lamb?”

“No,” she admitted softly. “But I had to tell you. Because I did lie when you asked if I had something to tell you. Do you remember? When we were in your office? I’m sorry.” She kissed him again, the metallic taste of blood mingling with the wintergreen flavor of his mouth. “I should be punished for lying.”

Kingston’s hand tightened around her throat until Ava’s breathing hitched with almost sadistic delight. “And you will be. When I’m in control instead of the other way around.” His grin deepened, recognizing her reckless need for his punishments. “Now, fuck me like your life depends on it. Make me come before I lose my patience with this game I started. Make love to me, Ava, as if you really do love me.”

But I do love you. I love you even if it is dangerous. And foolish.

Ava did not dare say that aloud, but with her body, she told him everything. And as their movements became more frantic, their mouths clashing and fighting for dominance, Kingston’s hand tightened until she feared passing out from lack of oxygen. Hot, scalding tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, splattering on his hand, but she did not push him away nor did she fight his grip. There was no need to struggle. She was where she should be. Under his control and protected in the most depraved way.

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