Page 43 of The Savage King

I pull her up against my body as we near the house and grip a handful of her hair, my hand sliding under her dress and cupping her ass.

Again, with the gasp.

“I need to go out for a few hours to get a few things,” I say, lowering my mouth to hers.

Her soft lips accept mine far more readily than they should, and I savor her taste as we both open to each other and my tongue slips inside. She presses against my chest, and I find myself lost in the hints of strawberry and mint that is Isabelle.

I rumble low and pull my mouth away. “You are not supposed to look like you enjoy it.”

Her cheeks flame. “I don’t.”

“Liar.” I smile and tug her hair back harder.

She squeals.

“Better.” I release her and slap her ass, grinning as she jumps.

“Gangster,” she growls back, knowing it pushes my buttons, but I like her playing with me.

I’m not going to lie. Despite the fucked-up situation, having Isabelle here has been bittersweet. For two nights, she’s slept in my bed, and I’ve laid there listening to her breathing and waiting for her to open her beautiful blue eyes.

Waiting for her to ask me to touch her again.

Only she doesn’t.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been deprived of a woman I desire, truly desire, for too long. Isabelle is a fucking beautiful woman and I’m a red-blooded man. It’s not a complicated math equation.

As we step back into my room, the guards take their position outside and I give them a nod, as if I’m grateful for their help.

We all know they’re not just watching her, but also me.

“I don’t want you to go,” Isabelle says, turning and slamming into my chest with anoomphas I turn from the door at the same time.

I catch her arms as her face lifts to mine, and a rumble escapes my throat, thick with desire.

“Iz—” I start to tell her she needs to move away but the damn woman lifts up on her tiptoes and my erection from down in the garden rears back to life.

I want to ask what’s going on, but I’m not fucking stupid. I’m not saying no to this.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her up against me, lifting her body up as I kiss the life out of her. Electricity surges through me as our tongues collide, desperately swirling and taking.

I carry her upright across the room and lower her onto the bed. Naturally, her legs fall wide and then I’m lying over her.

Shit.My conscience kicks in and I take a breath.

“I’m not a gangster, darlin’ but you gotta know I still want to fuck you. Don’t trust me this much.” I pant as my cock presses against the cotton of her panties.

“I know,” Isabelle moans, sending my cock jutting into her harder. “Please touch me.”

“That’s not helping,at all.” My hand slides along her thigh and moves closer to her panty line. Heat pours from her core as her eyes plead for more.

I lower my mouth, lap at her lips, and let my fingers shift her panties to the side. My fingers feel the sweet moisture between her folds, and I’m done. I press them inside her and she lets out a pleasure-laced cry.

This time, I need more.

I would happily please her and watch her come all day long, but I want more of her in ways I know I have no right and don’t deserve.

“Let me taste you,” I say, but it has a demanding tone.

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