Page 98 of Savage King
Suddenly, he’s standing behind me, his hands drifting over the globes of my heated ass, and then his fingers move through my wet slit, and I moan.
“This turns you on,” he says softly. “Does pissing me off get you going, Savage?”
“No.” He pushes a finger inside me, making me whimper. “No,youturn me on, but I’m so mad, and?—”
Slap!
He drags his fingertip over the piercing in my clit, and I wiggle, seeking more, and then he’sgone.
“Please—”
“Don’t make me gag you,” he snarls. “Apparently, you think it’s okay to let another man touch you. To look at you.”
I shake my head in frustration. “If you’d have an adult conversation with me?—”
Slap!
“Damn it, Mateo.”
He pushes two fingers inside me now, his thumb over my asshole, and shakes those fingers, andholy shit, I’m going to come.
But before I can, he pulls away.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been as angry as I am tonight,” he says, and I fuckinghatehow cold he sounds. How disconnected from me. “I wanted to kill both of you. You thought you were pissed when I kissed Beth’s hand? How would it make you feel to know that I’ve fucked her? I’ve fucked her tied up in my restraints for the entire goddamn club to see.”
Fuck, I don’t want to know that.
“She’d better watch her back.”
“Imagine my fucking surprise when I heard that dead man walking talk about fucking you in the back room.”
Wait, what?
He did?
“I didn’t?—”
He loops my ponytail around his fist, holds my head to the side, and pushes his cock into my mouth.
“That’ll shut you up. Suck my cock, baby, while I explain to you that not one other motherfucker on this planet gets to touch youever again.”
Christ, this shouldn’t be hot. It should be degrading and shaming and a giant fucking red flag.
But damn it, Ilovehis cock.
I hollow my cheeks and suck, and he grunts as he slides his free hand along my neck, holding me. He’s avoiding my back, I know, and I wish he could touch it. I wish he couldseeit because then he’d know what I was doing tonight.
“Do you understand what it means when I tell you—fuck, you suck my cock so well—that you’re mine?”
He pulls out until just the crown is inside my lips and I swirl my tongue over it, over the warm metal of his piercing, lickingthe precum that’s pooled there, and then he pushes inside again, down my throat, making me gag.
And I fuckinglove it.
“It means that no one gets to lay their hands on you. Not to tattoo you, not for any fucking reason.”
He pulls back so I can take a breath, and then he pushes in again.
“And youabsofuckinglutelywill not be alone with men who’ve been inside you.”
