Page 42 of Savage King

I can feel her wriggling with need beneath me, but the woman is stubborn. I’ll give her that. And there’s nothing I like more than a challenge.

Straightening, I rub my hands together to warm up my palm and land one last glorious spank. She cries out as our bare skin meets, the sting on my hand only intensifying the tangle of lust and fury. For some fucked up reason, they’ve always gone hand in hand for me.

I dip my mouth to her ass cheek and drag my tongue over the sensitive flesh. She squirms beneath me, her arousal wetting my sheets.Dio, I knew she’d like this. “Are you sure, Rosa?”

“Yes, you bastard, now get me out of these cuffs.”

I press a kiss to her rosy ass cheek and give it one last squeeze for good measure. “Your wish is my command.” Moving around the edge of the bed, I uncuff her from the bed posts and examine her wrists. The metal handcuffs have a soft, fuzzy inner lining, but a slight line mars her skin. The little tiger fought hard. I drop a kiss along the faint mark, and another gasp escapes those pouty lips.

As soon as she’s freed, she rolls over, revealing that beautiful pussy. Her thighs are slick with her arousal, andcazzo, I want a taste. I want to drag my tongue up her inner thigh and devour her sweetness.

My tongue darts out, sliding over my bottom lip. “Merda, sweetheart, you look good enough to eat.”

“Too bad you’ll never get a taste.” She starts to roll her dress down her hips, but I stop her before she gets far.

“Not yet.” I reach for the hem of that scandalous sweater dress, and I’m shocked when she lets me push it up over her glistening torso. “We need to soak that ass, or you won’t be able to sit down later today. And we wouldn’t want to ruin Christmas.”

“I’m going to soak your ass,” she grits out through clenched teeth. “This is the worst Christmas ever.”

I’ve definitely had worse. In fact, it’s shaping up to be a rather memorable one. I draw the tight dress up and over her head and her breasts tumble free.Cazzo, she’s not even wearing a bra. A growl vibrates my throat, the desire to take one of those hard nipples into my mouth overwhelming.

Summoning every ounce of self-control left, I sweep her off the bed, cradling her naked body in my arms.

“What are you doing?” she squeals.

“I told you, it’s bath time.” I kick the bathroom door open and gently place Rose onto the marble tub. Her eyes widen as she takes in the master bath with the silver-veined marble and gold touches. It’s a bit much in my opinion, but I wasn’t going to argue with the ridiculously expensive interior designer Luca hired.

Gifting me this apartment was his way of mending the enormous rift between us. It had been growing since the day Papà died, and only expanded with Stella’s arrival.

I turn on the faucets, then tear open a container of bath salts with my teeth, keeping one hand on Rose in case she decides to bolt, and dump the fragrant powder in the warm water.

“Well, I never expected this.” Rose eyes me like I’ve grown a second dick.

“I can’t have you whining about your ass hurting later. They’re soothing essential oils and shit.”

A knowing smile curls the corner of her lip, and damn it, she looks beautiful.

I pour in a cupful of the scented oil and dip my hand in the warm water. After giving it a swirl so the bubbles rise, I tug her in. She slides into the tub with a moan that has my cock straining to be freed.

Fuck it. “Can I get in with you, sweetheart?” What the hell? Did I justaskher?

She leans her head back and closes her eyes. Her perky tits bob above the surface, and I’m tugging at the hem of my shirt before she answers. The grinding of my zipper snaps her eyes open.

“I never said yes.”

“I shouldn’t have asked. This my fucking tub.” I slide my pants down and spring free.

Rose’s eyes widen as they scrape down my body, trailing my tattoos and abs, lingering on my cock. She’s not the only one who doesn’t wear underthings.

“Fine,” she mutters and swallows hard. “But stay on your side.”

A wicked chuckle rumbles my entire chest. This girl isn’t even remotely afraid of me. I spanked her ass raw, and still, I can see the flare of lust in her eyes. She’s only fighting me to prove a point, but little does she know, I never take no for an answer.

I step into the tub and the warmth of the water has nothing on the heat sizzling through my veins. If this woman really thinks I’m going to sit in this bath with her like a good little choir boy, she’s got another thing coming.

I fold down and stretch out my legs. Despite the enormous size of the basin, my legs have to wrap around hers to fit. “I’m not comfortable,” I grumble.

“That sounds like your problem.” She leans her head back against the pillow towel and smirks.

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