Page 30 of The Savage King

“Go. Enjoy fucking her. Return her to me in the morning.” Pablo says, standing. “Jose, get me a report on what’s happening in New York.”

“Sure thing, boss,” he says, and everyone begins to leave the room as if nothing much happened here.

Because it really is just another day at the office for these gangsters.

7

ISABELLE

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I’VE NEVER BEEN soterrified or humiliated in my life.

Or aroused. Which makes me even more disgusted with myself. Something must be wrong with me the way my pussy is throbbing, wet and wanting.

I’m scared as hell, but somehow, I still need release, and it’s not just because my core is flooded with arousal.

It’s him.

I don’t know whether I’m safe with Dex. He says to trust him, but he’s just like the rest of them. Hearing him say he wants to fuck me and will then hand me over is horrifying.

I can’t let it happen.

I’ll be honest and say Todd is the last thing on my mind right now, but I haven’t stayed a virgin all these years just to be raped.

Even if the idea of this huge, dangerous man touching me again is darkly appealing.

See. Messed up.

I shake as Dex lifts me to my feet. My arms hurt from being tied, so I rub my wrists and try to tug the ripped dress around my body. It’s a waste of time as the fabric is stretchy, so it doesn’t stay.

“Here,” Dex says gruffly, then reaches over his head and tugs off his T-shirt, leaving him shirtless and baring the most ripped, tattooed chest I’ve ever seen.

My eyes widen as I stare at his six-pack and the V that leads inside his low-slung jeans.

I swallow, hating how it makes my sex throb.

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