Page 83 of A Heart So Savage

“Give me everything, Ava.” His whisper was dark and beguiling. “Your breath. Your tears. Your body. Everything. I won’t accept anything less than all of you, heart and soul. Because you finally realize what I’ve known for a long time. Every inch of you belongs to me.”

Ava’s body greedily sucked at his as she rocked back and forth until the sensations pooled together, bursting through her veins like a flooded dam. The waves pulled her under until nothing existed of her former self.

This must be what addiction felt like. This drug-like hunger and its heavenly high. It was something she needed now. Like air to breathe. Or water to live. There was no going back to a mundane existence after experiencing the depths of such craving.

Kingston grunted as Ava’s body convulsed around his, her pussy milking his cock. The next instant, he exploded inside her, bathing her womb with hot cum as he thrust harder inside her, his own cry harsh and guttural.

“Mine, Ava.” His breath feathered her cheek as she collapsed over him in an exhausted, satisfied, boneless heap. “You’re mine.”

ChapterThirty-Two

Betrayals cut the deepest

When they come from those you loved.

“We got the shooter,”Jack said over the phone. “Tracked him down in Bitter Springs. He’s at The Den now, waiting for you.”

Kingston scrubbed a hand over his face. Relief wasn’t all he felt at that moment. Rage battled for a place in his emotions, but he retained control by the barest of margins.

“Does Oliver know?”

“Yeah. He insisted we chain the guy up in the dungeon until you arrive. Says he has no idea who he is, but he’ll keep him primed for you. I think he’ll be calling you soon.”

Shit.He didn’t want his brother having any part of this, especially when it wasn’t clear if he was in on the plot to abduct Ava. “What about Carson? Anything to report?”

“Holed up in his house with a couple of officers standing guard. Detective Redding was seen leaving the house about an hour ago. Guess they got the news Jeff and Brad Turner were both found dead this morning.”

“No one knows my hackers found and erased the video evidence. If they did, Carson would most likely already be dead. And that would be a shame.” Kingston glanced down the hallway toward the master bedroom where Ava was sleeping. “I intend to give his sister the opportunity to get some answers. I want eyes on Carson until I say otherwise. If he makes a move, I want to know immediately.”

“Sure thing, boss. When do you want to head back?” Jack asked.

“Today. As soon as Ava is ready. And Jack? Tell Paulie to keep an eye on Oliver.” Kingston ended the call, wondering if this was the day Oliver finally snatched the power he wanted by eliminating his only brother.

He was sipping a second cup of coffee, debating what he would do if Oliver was greedy enough to attempt murder when he heard the bedroom door click open. A few seconds later, Ava glided in from the hallway, making her way toward the kitchen. She wore a silk robe over her nightgown, her hair a disheveled mass of curls and her feet bare.

Kingston drank her in. Earlier that morning, she’d been fast asleep, curled against his side. A mournful cry had escaped her, and she thrashed a bit until he smoothed a hand over her hair. Worried she was slipping into one of her nightmares, he was on the verge of shaking her awake. But she settled down with a sigh, nuzzling into his shoulder as his grip tightened around her waist. He had held her like that for hours before slipping from the bed to answer Jack’s phone call.

Drawing up short at the sight of him standing on the other side of the island, Ava’s toes curled against the cold marble floor. Her pale features were tense, anticipating what his mood might be in the bright light of day.

“Good morning, lamb,” Kingston said, warmly.

Ava visibly relaxed, her kiss-bruised lips curving into a smile. Her eyes darted over his naked chest and the low-slung sleeping pants he wore. “Good morning.”

“What would you like for breakfast?”

She padded into the kitchen until she stood before him. Tilting her chin upward, she regarded him in silence as Kingston took her hands in his and kissed them. She let out a shaky laugh that died when her gaze landed on the fresh bandaging wrapped around his bicep.

“Is your arm alright?” she asked softly. “Did I hurt you before…?” Her words trailed off in embarrassment, cheeks turning pink under his perusal.

Kingston’s eyebrow arched. “You didn’t hurt me, Ava. Enchanted me, yes. Captivated me, yes. Made me crazy with wanting you, also a yes. But you didn’t hurt me. If anything, I’m afraid I might have hurt you. I was too rough.”

“Oh, but you weren’t,” Ava exhaled in relief. “I’m fine. A little sore maybe, but it’s nothing. Really. I’m hardly made of glass, you know.”

Kingston wrapped his arms around her waist, concealing the slight wince from the movement. He didn’t want her to know it was a bit stiff with pain. It would ease as the day went on. “We’ll discuss later just how breakable you really are, lamb. But for now, I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Just coffee will be okay. Maybe yogurt, if you have it?”

Kingston frowned. “You missed dinner last night in all the excitement. I’ll not have you collapsing later from hunger, so you will eat something more substantial.” He pecked a kiss on the tip of her nose before reluctantly letting her go. “Sit down at the island there while I scramble up some eggs.”

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