Page 1 of A King So Savage
Preface
I saw her.
I wanted her.
I took her.
The money is just an excuse. Her brother’s debt? A convenient justification for my obsession. She’s been mine since the day I laid eyes on her.
Taking her captive stirs up a storm. Her depraved brother wants her back. My own half-brother is determined to snatch my kingdom from me, and my men lust after the woman I’ve stolen. And she looks at me with reluctant, angry desire every time I touch her.
And I touch her every chance I get. She’s so bright and shiny—a pretty toy I can break and put back together again and again. She may be my prisoner, but she’s got my black heart locked up tight.
Well, I won’t need that useless lump of muscle and tissue if I lose her. I won’t need anything except the blood of our enemies dripping from my hands. I’ll rip the heart out of any man who dares hurt her and place it at her feet.
Crush~Conquer~Protect
When it comes to my wicked little lamb, my personal motto means everything.
I’m Kingston Vaughn Winter.
And Ava Bella Blue is mine.
ChapterOne
Slaughtering lambs…
such a delicate affair.
Be mindful of their softness.
And their teeth.
“Wake up, little lamb.”
Snuggling deeper into sleep, Ava frowned. “Go away,” she mumbled.
The same deep voice spoke again, the cajoling lilt missing. It was now harsh. Accusing. And like someone calling out across a vast ocean, the words wavered and rolled.
“Goddamn it, Oliver. You gave her too fucking much.”
“The hell I did. Neil said the dosage was precise for her weight. Isn’t my fault she went down like a stone when it hit. Good thing, too. Made it a lot easier getting her pretty ass on the jet. She was out the entire time we were in the air.”
Brow furrowed, Ava shifted restlessly, searching for a more comfortable spot on the pillow. A pillow possessing all the softness of a rock.
Dosage.Was she sick? Maybe she was at the hospital. But why would she be at a hospital?
That’s where people go if there’s been an accident, silly.
God. Whatever drugs they’d given her were really strong. She could barely string two thoughts together. And her head… it pounded with a fierceness that stole her breath.
Ava tried burrowing back into the darkness, but a disturbing realization was slowly niggling its way in. Her arms were frozen, leaving her immobilized and helpless.
Was she waking from one of her night terrors? Possibly. It had been a while since the last episode, but stress from her recent move could have triggered a reoccurrence. She was always so exhausted in the aftermath of a night terror, the dreamless, terrifying moments in the dark completely draining her.
“Damn, she really does have a fine little ass, doesn’t she?” Someone with a rough voice commented.
She couldn’t possibly still be asleep, not with her head pounding so fiercely. And it couldn’t be a night terror. This was too real but also foreign. She was living it but that didn’t make sense.