Page 14 of A Heart So Savage

“Guess so.”

Kingston’s smirk rivaled hers as he released the grip on her neck. Her sigh of relief ended in a strangled cry when he abruptly ripped her panties from her body. The tiny straps gave way with relative ease, torn to shreds in his large hands and leaving a slight fabric burn scrape on her inner thigh.

Instead of being tossed aside like the other articles of clothing, the ruined garment was forced into her mouth. Her clenched teeth were no deterrent. He simply pinched one of her nipples until she let out a soundless cry then shoved the panties in.

The sight of her with that scrap of black lace serving as a makeshift gag was the hottest goddamn thing Kingston had witnessed in a long time.

“Spit that out and I’ll spank your ass so hard you’ll not sit properly for a week.”

Ava’s eyes blazed at him, her hands instinctively coming up to jerk the offending bit of cloth away from her mouth. But Kingston encircled her wrists in one fist, trapping them between their bodies. He shook his head in mock disappointment.

“What did I just say? That stays while I’m fucking you. It will give you something to bite down on when it gets too intense.”

Ava moaned.

Kingston grinned. “That excites you, doesn’t it? The thought of my cock hurting you. That I might actually fuck you so hard it’s painful. Is that what you need, Ava? That little bite of pain tempered with pleasure? Maybe deep down inside, you really are a monster just like me.”

Ava’s increased breathing revealed volumes about her body and her secret desires. She might not understand why she wanted to be taken rough and hard, but Kingston did. And he would damn sure do his best to fulfill her needs while satisfying his own.

“Lie back. I want your hands stretched high above your head when I let go of your wrists. Don’t move from that position, and above all else, donotremove that gag, Ava.”

He ruthlessly pushed her shoulders down until she lay prone across the billiard table. He’d spent five years locating the mid-nineteenth-century antique and it was only one of three in existence. The massive piece of gleaming mahogany and gilt trimming cost a small fortune. Now, it served as a makeshift altar for the ruination of one Ava Bella Blue.

Ava did as she was told. Even while making a low sound of protest deep in her throat, she stretched her arms above her head, fingers automatically linking together in a gesture of self-imprisonment.

Smirking at her display of obedience, Kingston shrugged out of his suit coat and tossed it toward a chair. His gaze fell on the folder containing the contract. It lay beside Ava’s right elbow, the blue-colored stock ugly and businesslike in a room of such decadence and death.

Seeing it there against the lush grey wool of the table was disturbing. All the mounted animals in the room appeared to be staring at that innocuous folder as well, their dead eyes holding judgment on what was happening below.

He didn’t need a visual reminder that Ava only allowed this because she’d foolishly inked her name into a worthless piece of paper. Snatching up the offending folder, he threw it aside, sending papers fluttering into a disorganized heap.

Ava’s eyebrows rose high in question, but she didn’t shift away when he settled back between her legs.

The position of her body put her lower body on display in the most salacious manner. Her legs still dangled from the billiard table, but now her hips were in the right spot for him to grip when he entered her. But first, he wanted a taste. Fuck, heneededa taste.

He spread the folds of her pussy with his fingers, exposing everything to his gaze. Stroking the pale pink flesh, he carefully watched her expression while he played with her. Ava’s breasts rose and fell with strangled breaths as she struggled to remain still under his hand. Her nipples hardened into tight little jewels he would soon be rolling between his teeth.

“You are so pretty and perfect here, Ava. Plump and ripe like summer peaches and fresh cream. And so smooth. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers first until you are desperate to come. I want to see your tears before you do. Do you understand? Because you’re so goddamn gorgeous when you cry for me.”

The whimper of lust that escaped around the makeshift gag in Ava’s mouth was a bolt of lightning zinging straight to Kingston’s balls. They tightened in a familiar, delicious way, sending ripples of pleasure throughout his body. His cock strained behind the fabric of his trousers, desperate to be free. Desperate to feel Ava. Desperate to plunge deep inside her. He had waited so long for this moment, but he would wait a few minutes more. He wanted to please her first before his own satisfaction was fulfilled.

She was already so wet. Wet from the descriptions of what he planned on doing with her. Wet because she craved him with the same bewildering intensity. Knowing she feared him but still wanted him left Kingston lightheaded. The things he would do to her were mind-boggling. The many ways he could play with her. Torture her. Pleasure her.

Love her.

Fuck. Not that. Neverthat. Loving someone was like signing a death warrant in his ugly, sinful world. He couldn’t condemn Ava to that fate.

He wouldn’t.

But that reluctance did not mean he wouldn’t use her for his own enjoyment.

“You’re dripping for me, Ava. Dripping all over my expensive billiard table. Bad, bad girl,” hetskedunder his breath. “I think you should be punished for that. What do you think?”

Ava squirmed at the mention of punishment, but Kingston shoved his middle finger inside her pussy, curving the digit until he found her g-spot.

She let out a muffled squeal as he flattened his palm against the heat of her mound.

“Be still,” he warned, reaching up and lightly pinching one of her nipples. Her body responded with a flood of warmth, melting into his touch. She was like an inferno. Bemused, Kingston wondered if the heat of her body could incinerate the finger impaling her. “And be quiet. Unless you want Jack to know just what’s going on in here. He might think about rushing in here to save you. Ill-advised but possible.”

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