Page 17 of A Heart So Savage

She huddled against him, burying her face into the crook of his shoulder. Sweet tears seared his skin while inside his steel-encased fortress of emotionless cruelty, Kingston splintered a little more. His wicked little lamb was so very brave. Braver than anyone he knew. Braver than himself.

She’s worth a hundred of me. More valuable than anything I own. I have no right taking anything from her, but damned if I won’t take it all.

“I’m going to ruin you for any other man.” His gut twisted at the thought of someone else having her like this. He’d kill the bastard first. “Whenever someone fucks you in the future, you will think of me and this moment. I’ll make damn sure youneverforget it.”

In response, Ava hesitantly pressed a kiss to his hard mouth, searching for a hint of softness. Their mouths fused, her tongue sliding along his as Kingston began fucking her with measured desperation. With every brutal thrust, she tightened around him as he unraveled her. He wanted her to come at the same time he did, but he wouldn’t last much longer—not with the heat and wetness of her channel clenching around his cock. She was now rocking against him and the friction of their bodies was enough to make Kingston’s eyes roll back with pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me back. Take your pleasure and come with me,” he hissed before taking her mouth again in a brutal, vicious kiss that left her bottom lip bleeding. He nipped her neck, enjoying her frantic breaths and sounds of distress. She was hurtling toward a climax, and God, he wanted to be right there with her when it happened.

Why that was suddenly so important, Kingston couldn’t say or explain. He shouldn’t care if she came. He shouldn’t care if she found even a tiny bit of pleasure in his arms. But he did. God help him, or save him, but he did.

“Don’t you dare stop rocking on my dick.” With his palms cupping her bare ass, he helped her keep the pace, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. The position of his pelvis hitting her clit with such brutal precision sent visible goosebumps skittering across her skin. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she arched against him.

She was close. And so was he.

He thrust particularly hard, jamming himself as deep as he could go inside her. She whimpered against his mouth.

“Fucking come for me, Ava.”

The hoarse command sent ripples of ecstasy cascading through their entwined bodies as he slammed into her again and again.

Maybe he was too rough, the blood staining the length of his cock every time he glided out of her channel evidence of that but fuck if he could stop now. Not when she was just as hungry for him and demanding her pleasure.

“God, Kingston,” she gasped, clutching him so tight she was likely leaving her own bruises on his body. “Don’t stop. Please… Oh, right there… God…”

“That’s right, little lamb. I am your god. Now, come for me. Scream my name. Let me see you cry.”

Kingston’s hand wrapped around her throat, holding her hostage. His fingers squeezed just enough to send her hurtling toward the stratosphere.

Ava came with a strangled scream, her orgasm so strong that Kingston felt it pouring into the depths of his black soul as she went limp in his arms. He lowered her until she was again sprawled across the billiards table, one hand remaining loosely wrapped around her throat, the other now gripping her hip and holding her in place. His movements became erratic, all control dissipating like an elusive mist. He was as ravenous as a wild beast, fueled by her sweet, unexpected response and the mix of blood and desire.

“Fuck, Ava.Fuck…”he groaned, holding so deep inside her that he could have sworn his cock battered the very entrance of her womb. “Take it like a good fucking girl…mygood girl. Take all of it. Take all of me. I want my cum dripping out of your sweet little cunt.”

He kissed her hard, swallowing whatever response she might have had to the exquisite filth of his words. Then he was detonating inside her, shooting every bit of his pent-up, frustrated desire deep into her tight, lithe body.

Shudders of delight cascaded through his bloodstream. Euphoria left him lightheaded. He was dizzy with lust and resolute with unapologetic possessiveness.

Ava was truly his now. There was no going back.

Not now.

Not ever.

ChapterSeven

Take my heart prisoner.

Never let it go.

Ava concentratedon steadying her breathing. The room spun out of control as she turned her head as far as the hand around her throat would allow. Tears slid down her cheeks, staining the table’s surface. She did not have the energy to wipe them away.

I’ll move in a second. I just can’t right now…

Regret was already sinking in, the rational portion of her brain screaming for foolishly surrendering herself to this man.

Kingston was still deep inside her. His fingertips were digging into her hip, leaving nothing to cushion her buttocks from the hard wood railing of the billiard table.

Ava belatedly realized how much that stung. Or maybe the space between her thighs hurt badly enough that it radiated in all directions. Kingston’s head hung low, his breath warm where it skittered across her chest. He seemed to be having a hard time regaining his composure as well.

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