Page 19 of A Heart So Savage

Ava stiffened at his confession. She wanted to cover herself up and hide from him, but Kingston would not grant her even a sliver of dignity. The heat of his body, so close but not touching hers, made her nipples contract into tight buds.

Again.

Aching for him.

Again.

Wanting him.

Again.

Her body’s betrayal was horrifying. And God help her, she loved every excruciating moment of being his.

“Now, this is what we’re going to do.” His voice was raspy with satisfaction and lust. “We’re going up to our room, and we’re going to take a bath. We’ll order in an early dinner, and afterward, I’m going to fuck you a second time. And likely a third and fourth.”

“You should realize that I’m sore.” Ava’s gaze fixated on a mounted elk head on the opposite wall. The stuffed specimen stared back at her in apathetic sympathy. “It will hurt too much and—"

“What part of being mine do you not understand?”

His dispassionate tone made Ava’s skin prickle with dread.

Kingston stepped back from her, carefully folding the blood-tinged linen handkerchief so that the stain was not visible. With deliberate slowness, he slid it into his trouser pocket while she watched.

“What are you going to do with that?” Ava choked out, dreading his answer.

Kingston grinned. “Send it to your brother, of course. Proof I’ve taken the one thing he counted on to repay his various debts. Don’t worry, lamb. I intend on collecting his blood as well. He’ll pay a stiff price as tribute for your unwilling sacrifice.”

“You can’t do that.” Ava’s eyes narrowed as her shirt was handed to her.

Kingston’s brow rose high. “Can’t I?”

“Pleasedon’t do that,” Ava hastily amended, her tone softening. “Please, Kingston. Do not humiliate me like that. Not now. Not after you’ve taken everything you wanted.”

His brow furrowed. “It’s not meant to shame you—but rather drive the point home. You’re mine now.”

“You’ve made that very clear.” Her acknowledgment carried a tinge of bitterness she could not conceal.

Kingston bent down, retrieving her ruined panties. Those were tucked into his pocket as well. With no inflection to his voice, he said, “Get dressed now.”

Wincing, Ava silently did as she was told. Before pulling her jeans on, she slanted a glance at Kingston.

“I—I still need to clean myself up.”

“You’ll do no such thing.” Kingston smirked, pulling the vibrating cell phone from his pocket while addressing her request. “I like knowing your pussy is drenched with my cum. You’ll stay as you are until I decide otherwise.” His attention turned to his phone.

“Psycho,” Ava muttered under her breath as Kingston answered his phone.

“Yeah?” Jaw tightening, his eyes flashed with dark anger as he spoke to the caller. “When?”

Whatever was being said by the person on the other end of line was not welcome news. Ava listened as she tugged on her jeans, hissing as the rough denim slid along tender flesh. She was sore and swollenthere,her inner thighs abraded by the scruff on his chin, her clit throbbing from being sucked into his cruel mouth.

“Where’s Oliver?” Kingston inquired, his gaze drifting over Ava. A possessive gleam lit the blackish-blue depths of his eyes. “I’ll be there in a moment. No. Keep them in the foyer and let Paulie know what’s going on. Yeah. Fully armed and ready for whatever happens.”

He ended the call and fastened his pants, smoothing the belt flat and adjusting his shirt collar. By the time he shrugged into his suit coat, Kingston appeared so coolly polished it seemed impossible that he’d just destroyed her only minutes before. Had feasted on her body and claimed every inch of her soul.

Ava ducked her head, peeking at him from behind a curtain of wild, tangled curls as she dressed. Her scalp still tingled from his fingers raking through the loose waves of her hair while he took effortless control of her body.

A painful lump rose in her throat. She wanted him manhandling her like that again. Wielding that control and using it against her. That shelikedit was baffling.

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