Page 36 of Savage King
And I don’t want to lie to her about this.
But, I have to keep the ruse going for a while, until she’s ready to hear the truth. Right now, I don’t know what her game is, and I need to figure her out.
I can’t keep my hands off her soft skin or stop staring into her bright-blue eyes. Ilovethat all her ink is on full display. It makes me hard as fuck.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
“Why not own it?” I drag my thumb along her lower lip. “Sex is profitable. Every single person here is doing exactly what they want to. No one is coerced. I’m simply providing a safe place for them to test their limits, to enjoy themselves.”
“So, even the sex workers are here of their own free will?”
I scowl down at her. “Yes. Every single one of them is here because they want to be.”
She nods and swallows hard.
“And how did you know that I’d be here? They already had my name in the system, Mateo.”
I catch a strand of her hair and run it through my finger and thumb.Silk.“I hoped that whether you found yourself here on your own or you let me bring you here, you would need the membership, so I arranged for it. I’d do a lot of fucked-up things to be able to touch you, to see you, to listen to your smart fucking mouth spar with me. You’ve become an addiction, Violet.”
She pulls in a shaky breath, and her eyes dip to my mouth.
“Is that an invitation, pretty girl?”
“Why me?” her voice is smaller now, and I don’t like it. I want herfire. I hate the thought of her being insecure for even a heartbeat. “I’m not the caliber of woman that you?—”
“You listen to me very carefully, Violet.” My lips are pressed to her ear, my arms wrapped around her, and it looks like I’m simply hugging her. “You’reexactlywho I want and what I’m attracted to.”
“But I can’t dress like those women in the lounge. I’m jeans and Chucks, Mateo, not Cartier and Dior.”
“Who gives a flying fuck? If you want those things, I’ll buy them for you, but I don’t care about that shit.”
“That’s not?—”
“I’m so fucking smitten with you exactly the way you are, I don’t even recognize myself. I’ve never fucked a woman in my penthouse.”
She stiffens and her jaw drops. “What?”
“I don’t invest the kind of time and energy into women the way I have in you. I may be fumbling the hell out of it, but never question whether I’m attracted to you, Savage.”
Her eyes move over my face, between my eyes and down to my mouth, and then she about knocks me on my ass.
“Get me somewhere private.”
I go to lift her, but she presses on my shoulders, shaking her head.
“I’m not wearing underwear.”
“Fuck me.” I weave my fingers with hers and pull her down the privacy hallway, choosing a room without a voyeur window that has the green light on, meaning it’s clean, empty, and available.
After I get her inside, I close and lock the door and spin her around, boost her up against the door, and kiss the fuck out of her.
Her legs are wrapped around me, her arms clutching to my shoulders, and she whimpers, deep in the back of her throat, and it’s fuckingeverything.
“Goddamn, I can’t get enough of you.” I kiss my way down her jawline to her neck, and she moves her hips against me, as if she already needs me to fill her up. “You’re the sexiest fucking thing.”
Needing to see all of her, I spin and carry her to the bed, but rather than lay her down, I set her on her feet beside it. She’s already pulling my button-down out of my slacks, and I have her zipper down in a flash, sending the dress to the floor.
Christ.
