Page 13 of A Heart So Savage

Kingston was especially skilled at that last part.

His jaw tightened, and before he could stop himself, he was kissing Ava. Deep, hard punishing kisses that spoke eloquently of his intentions. His tongue stroked hers, jabbed into the recesses of her mouth, taking what he wanted and proving to both of them that he was not a gentle man.

When he finally tore his mouth from hers, leaving her lips bruised and dark pink, Ava was panting from the roughness.

“Let’s get these jeans off you.” His words came out in a growl.

Removing her taupe-colored ankle boots was quickly done. With hard hands, he stripped away her jeans next, but Ava did not fight him on their removal. She merely stared up at him as if shocked by the turn of events. Motionless and silent.

Kingston almost wished she would fight him. He wasn’t sure he liked this pliant, pale creature before him. For some godless reason, he liked her better when she was spitting and snarling like a little hellcat.

His eyes roamed over her body—from the silk shirt covering her shoulders to the dainty socks she still wore.

For fuck’s sake, she looked like a teenager in those innocent little socks. Trembling with anticipation for a stolen kiss at a frat party. Hopeful the cute football quarterback would put his arm around her and ask her out on a date.

Goddamn it. Don’t think about her like that. Don’t think about how she was before me. Before Carson and his fucking friends traumatized her. Before I stole her away from the world.

With a grunt of frustration, Kingston ripped the socks off her feet. And after a moment’s consideration, he yanked and tugged until the shirt and bra were gone as well.

There. Now Ava looked like the sweet temptress he had always imagined her to be. Her hair streamed in soft, golden waves over her shoulders, only partly concealing the rounded globes of her breasts and pretty budding nipples. Her long legs dangled off the edge of the table, tempting him to lift and wrap them around his waist. The only part of her body still covered was her pussy, and even that was debatable considering the skimpiness of the underwear he provided her. The tiny scrap of black lace barely covered her.

Kingston’s mouth watered, thinking what delights lay hidden beneath the fragile material. How wonderfully sweet she tasted the last time he feasted on her.

He was starving for a bite of what now belonged to him. She wasn’t immune to him. To this. He smelled her arousal as it drifted in the air like exotic perfume. It made his cock hard as stone. Made him throb with unrelenting hunger.

It was frightening how much he wanted her.

Ava simply watched as he manhandled her, allowing her body to be twisted and turned as her clothing was removed. Meek, compliant, and malleable. That submission should please him—being hardwired as he was when it came to dominating his women.

Instead, it was infuriating.

His hand curled over the nape of her neck, meshing into the softness of her hair.

The small knot there was something Ava would never notice unless she knew to look for it. He personally implanted the tracking device the first night she spent in the dungeon cell. Smaller than a grain of rice, no one knew of its existence other than himself. Even Neil had no idea what he had done.

Brushing a gentle finger over it now, Kingston was pleased when she did not react with any sign of pain. That he would always know her location eased a tiny bit of the turmoil raging inside him.

But not enough to keep him from taking what he wanted.

Squeezing hard, Kingston forced Ava’s head back as he pushed her legs apart, holding them open with the force of his body.

Ava’s mouth curved with a tiny smirk. “Am I not obedient enough, sir?”

Kingston’s hand tightened. He gave the fistful of hair a little jerk, gratified when a spark of pain lit the depths of her eyes.

Her smug expression wavered before calmness stole back over her.

Is she fucking playing with me right now? When I’m a heartbeat from ramming myself into her sweet, tight cunt?

“I don’t know what game you are playing, Ava, but you won’t win. I can promise you that.”

“No games, sir. Just doing as I’m told,” Ava replied a little too serenely. It was as if she’d figured out some kind of hidden trigger and now gleefully used it against him. Something about her submission didn’t ring true, and secretly, Kingston was glad.

“I’m this close to fucking that smirk off your face, lamb.” He deliberately rocked against her, pressing his cock against the heat of her pussy. A strangled sound rolled from her throat, and her eyes fluttered shut only to snap back open when he accused, “Maybe you want that. Maybe you’ve done this before. Maybe Carson’s friends did more than I already know. Did they, Ava? Did they fuck you until you screamed? Did you take them all at the same time? Every man there filling your holes until you were overflowing and hurting?”

Her eyes flashed fire at the mention of Carson while Kingston smiled at how easily her anger was roused. That’s what he wanted to see… Ava not just accepting what he was doing to her but surrendering and hating him for it.

“Guess you’ll have to fuck me to find out if I’m really a virgin and worth all that money,” she breathed out.

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