Page 54 of A Heart So Savage

Kingston moved closer. “Pain and pleasure straddle the same edge, Ava. Let me show you.” Reaching into his coat pocket, he withdrew his phone.

Ava stiffened at the sight of it. But he simply sent a text before setting the device on the table between them.

Within seconds, the restaurant’s lighting dimmed, leaving the space in shadows. Only the glow from wall sconces and tabletop candlelight illuminated the room along with the stage lights.

“Yes or no?” Kingston murmured. “Answer quickly.”

“Here?” Ava fought down the wave of panic hammering inside her chest. How could he expect her to do something so private in such a public place? Even if no one could see precisely what was happening, the fact someone might figure it out was terrifying.

“Yes. Here. Give into me, and I’ll remove the toy.”

“You will?” Her voice trembled. Did she really want it removed?

Yes, you foolish, desperate girl! You do!

Kingston’s hand drifted to the nape of Ava’s neck. He squeezed with just enough pressure to ratchet her breathing even higher. The intoxicating scent of his cologne, crisp pine and fragrant Earl Grey tea, wove around her like a magical fog from a fairy tale.

“I will. But only if you do exactly as I say.” He twirled a wisp of her hair around his pinky finger and tugged.

“Okay,” Ava murmured before she could rethink her answer. She’d been in a state of simmering arousal since that spanking on the jet. Her body quickened with the promise of satisfaction. The blood in her veins practically hummed in anticipation of Kingston’s hands roving over her flesh. The way he touched and kissed her was captivating.

Her quick capitulation made her stomach roil but the lust for this man could not be denied. She would do what he wanted. She would surrender, if only for the fleeting sense of belonging it provided.

Kingston was smiling. Even in the shadows, Ava recognized the corners of his mouth tilting upwards. Was he mocking her willingness to obey him?

Agitated by that thought, she tried shifting away, but his hand tightened on the back of her neck again. The bite of pain made her whimper.

“Put your hand between your legs, Ava. Touch yourself the way you imagine me touching you. Use your fingers and make yourself come. I want to watch you unravel.”

Shock left her speechless, but every thread of Ava’s soul fluttered in delight when his mouth skimmed her ear, his breath so warm on her skin it scorched like a lit flame. “Do it, Ava.”

Tentatively, she did as he demanded, her lungs on fire as she fought the need to inhale huge gulps of air. Her fingers rested lightly on the smooth skin of her pussy. Not moving. Not stroking. Just barely touching, but still, obeying his wicked demand.

“Good girl,” Kingston purred. “Now, rub your clit.”

Ava nearly snatched her hand away from her body. Hearing both the praise and his dark edict sent her tumbling into a world crafted of decadent sin.

God. What is becoming of me? He is consuming me. Turning me into a creature I do not recognize. Why do I crave him when I should fight him for my freedom?

Kingston must have recognized her momentary flash of rebellion. Exhaling a softtskof disappointment, his free hand glided over the screen of his cell phone.

The toy inside her roared to life. And every cell in Ava’s body violently responded.

A moan broke free of her lips as overwhelming pleasure ignited every nerve ending. Her head fell back against the high-back leather booth, her hips lifting of their own accord.

Kingston’s hand tightened around the nape of her neck in a stark warning.

“Do as I tell you, Ava. Make yourself come. Stroke your tight little pussy and imagine my fingers there. My mouth tasting you. My tongue fucking you.”

Ava whimpered as images of Kingston worshipping her assailed her. Regardless of other diners just feet away and the waiters hustling to and fro, the band playing softly in the background, she did as Kingston demanded. Her fingers slid over her clit until the need for an orgasm became a clawing, desperate thing.

But the vibrator held her hostage. Straddling an invisible line between oblivion and damnation, its insistent hum broke down every tiny sliver of humility and self-control she still possessed.

Kingston’s pleased groan rumbled through Ava like a freight train. “That’s it, my savage darling. Show me how much you want to come for me. Show me how much you fucking love this. That you love being controlled. Prove that you are mine, and that I can do whatever the fuck I want with you, and you will beg for more.”

“Kingston?” She panted, an orgasm barreling toward her like a runaway train. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop…God…. please don’t stop.”

With no warning, Kingston’s free hand dove between her legs. Pushing Ava’s hand aside, he secured the loop of the vibrator. It was yanked free just as she helplessly began to crest, driven to madness by his words and actions.

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