Page 43 of The King of Hearts (The Raven Group #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

HIM

I hum in the back of my throat as Savina’s delicious blood and cum still coat my tongue. What makes the combination so delectable is that coppery essence came from her pussy when I tore through her virginity. Her innocence is mine, just as everything else about her is.

Worth the wait doesn’t come close to covering what I felt when I licked her on the inside. My vicious little angel is more tasty than I could have ever imagined.

Her chin is dipped against her chest as she stares down at me.

Her cheeks are tinted red, and her breasts quiver with her uneven breathing.

There’s a light coat of sweat on her forehead, and a little pulse in her neck that’s rapping away in her vein.

Her eyes are dazed from the orgasm I just gave her.

I let her legs go, and they fall forward, her feet landing on either side of me. I get to my knees and loom over her. Now that the appetizer is over, and I’ve taken care of her virginity, it’s time for the main course.

My cock pulses and a drop of pre-cum seeps from the tip. The thought crosses my mind to crawl up her body and feed her my cock, as I just fed from her, but that’ll have to wait. There’s a more pressing need that I want first.

Grabbing her waist, I flip her over to her stomach and pull her up to her knees. Her legs aren’t wide enough, so I push them apart. With my hand on the center of her back, I shove her chest to the bed. Her back arches so beautifully, her plump ass sticking up in the air.

Her sex glistens in the room’s light, and a small trickle of blood seeps from her hole. Her asshole is dead center with my vision and my cock jerks with anticipation of using it later.

I palm my length and point it down, notching the tip at her soaked entrance.

“Whose pussy does this belong to?” I ask through gritted teeth.

“You,” she says, that one word coming out a breathless moan.

“That’s right. Mine. Only fucking mine.” I wrap one hand around her hip and bend over her so my lips are at her ear.

“For two goddamn years, Vicious. I watched and waited. Do you know how hard it is to breathe without air? To know you’re alive but you don’t feel your heart beating? To see but only in black and white?”

I force my hips forward with a brutal thrust. Despite breaking through her hymen a few moments ago, a finger and tongue are no match for a cock. Especially one of my size.

Savina screams, the sound so loud it’s nearly deafening. She tries to scramble away from me, attempting to fall forward to get my cock out of her. Her fingers grip the edge of the mattress above her head, using it to pull herself away.

“Stop! Out!” she yells. “Take it out! It hurts!”

None of her struggles or demands do her any good.

I hold her in place with bruising grips around her waist. There’s no way in fuck I’m stopping the beast that’s come out to play.

She’ll take my cock whether she wants it or not.

I’ve wait too fucking long, was patient for two goddamn years, to give a shit if it hurts her or not.

All her fighting and begging manage to do is make my cock harder and want to fuck her deeper.

I bare my teeth and hiss out a breath as her snug heat grips me tightly. Nothing has ever felt this fucking good.

Goddamn, she so fucking tight and warm. Fucking perfect.

Ignoring her useless attempts to get away, I pull my hips back and slam forward, burying every hard inch of my cock inside her delicious heat. She cries out again, and I luxuriate in the desperate sound.

“Begging won’t save you, Vicious,” I tell her, grinding against her pussy. “It only drives the madness up a notch and makes me want to fuck you deeper, faster, fucking harder .” I pull back and drive forward with more strength.

“Please.” Her voice is raspy. “I can’t… it hurts too much.”

I look down at where we’re connected and see more blood on my shaft when I pull out.

The sight has my dick growing thicker and pushes me closer to the edge.

I decided long ago to take her virginity with my fingers because I wanted to have her taste in my mouth when she first bled.

My only regret was that I wouldn’t see that red coating my cock.

This is a pleasant and intensely pleasurable surprise.

“You’ll take my cock,” I pull back so just the tip is inside then power forward again so hard my balls clap against her clit, “because your pussy was made to take only my cock. I own you, Savina. Every fucking inch. Stop blubbering like a baby and fucking take what’s only yours to have.”

Her fingers dig into the mattress, and her face, which is turned sideways, scrunches in pain.

Tears leak from her eyes, and they slide off the tip of her nose.

I want to lean down and lick up all of her tears.

Seeing her pain and knowing I gave it to her sends white hot fire through my blood and heightens my lust to crazed levels.

I shove against her with another powerful thrust, and her knees give out.

I follow her down as her stomach meets the mattress.

Laying my chest against her back, I press my pelvis against her ass and grind down.

Wrapping my fingers through her thick hair, I yank her head back so I have access to her mouth.

The saltiness of tears mixes with her own unique taste.

“Your sweet cunt feels so goddamn good, baby. Strangling my cock like a good little girl. Taking it so deep. You’re fucking perfect.”

I reach between her and the mattress and scissor my fingers on either side of my shaft going in and out of her.

Her pussy is soaked, despite her continued pleas for me to stop.

She may be in pain, but her body likes it, demands more of it.

I find her little clit and pinch it between my fingers and her cries quickly turn to throaty moans.

“That’s it, baby.” I groan against her ear. “You like my fat cock in your tight little hole, don’t you. Stretching it wide, forcing it open so it fits. It feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it?”

“Ryker,” she whimpers.

I slow my thrusts, but keep up the manipulation of her clit. Her walls tighten around me, gripping me so hard it’s nearly painful.

“I’m going to destroy this pussy and you’re going to love every minute.” I nip the side of her neck. “Beg me to fuck you harder.”

“Please, Ryker.”

I love hearing my name leave her lips. My name is the only one she’ll ever moan like this.

“Beg me, Savina. I want to hear you tell me to fuck you harder.”

I watch the side of her face as her eyes squeeze shut, a couple more tears leaking out of the corners. “Fuck me,” she says so low I barely hear her.

“Not good enough, Vicious. Say it louder. How do you want me to fuck you?”

“Harder,” she replies, her voice rising. “Fuck me harder, Ryker.”

I lick up her neck and nip her ear. “Such a good little girl,” I groan. “Fuck yeah, Vicious. This pussy fits so perfectly around my cock.”

I keep my finger at her clit as I start pistoning my hips back and forth. I fuck my vicious angel so hard and brutal, bruises will cover her tomorrow. My cock stabs inside her pussy over and over again and my balls slap against my hand.

I bite the tender skin on her neck, and that’s when she goes off. Her cunt tightens round me and her loud cry echoes off the walls in the room. Her release sets off my own. My balls pull up seconds before my cock jerks and jets of cum shoot from the tip. I empty every last drop inside her.

I let my full weight rest against her back for several seconds before I push up to my knees.

When my still-hard cock slips from her body, Savina lets out a little moan.

I stay between her legs and look down at her sore and abused pussy.

The light overhead shines directly on her, so the combination of our cum glimmers as it seeps out of her.

It’s red and raw, and a bit of blood mixes with our release.

I push two fingers inside her, shoving in as much cum back inside her as I can.

She whimpers a little at the insertion, but otherwise doesn’t move or make any more sounds.

She just lies there, her eyes closed and her sweaty hair sticking to her cheeks, looking like a limp noodle.

Her cheeks are wet from her tears, and even now, another slides from the corner of her eye.

I’ll let her rest for a little while, but the night is far from over.

Hours later, after taking Savina four more times—once against the bathroom door, another in the shower, and two more times in bed—I wake for no reason at all. The room is still dark, so it’s still early in the morning. Too early for my internal clock to have woken me.

My eyes dart around the room, and my ears perk up, listening for any sounds that shouldn’t be there.

The house is empty except for Savina, me, my mother, and her nurse.

Everyone else I sent home before Savina arrived yesterday.

Even Marcelo, my right hand, was given the night off.

I wanted Savina all to myself with no distractions of other people around.

Beatrice, my mother’s nurse, was kept in the house for obvious reasons.

We’re both on our sides, my chest pressed against her back.

I retract my arm from around her waist and carefully get up from the bed.

I rode her hard last night—at least to her innocent standards—and she needs as much rest as she can get.

Especially because today and tonight will be harsher.

To my own standards, I went easy on her. Tonight will be different.

I grab my gun from the bedside drawer and slide on my sweats before I start across the room to the door.

The well-oiled hinges don’t make a sound when I open it and slip into the hallway.

I keep alert as I go to my mother’s room first. Cracking the door open, I peek inside and, by the light from the open bathroom door, I find her sleeping peacefully in her bed.

I check Beatrice’s room next, which is connected to my mother’s. She’s asleep as well.

I look inside each room as I pass by them, finding nothing unusual, and my ears pick up no sounds. But my instincts scream at me, telling me something isn’t right.

At the bottom of the staircase, I turn left and check each room on the lower floor. I make sure all of the windows are closed and locked, although they’re checked regularly. The alarm is active, and the door in the kitchen and the sunroom is locked and secured.

It’s not until I go to the front of the house to check that door that I find what’s set off my internal alarm.

Nailed to the door is a white piece of paper with writing on it.

All around the paper are several glossy four-by-six pictures.

And the person they show has rage coursing through my blood so hot that my hands shake as I reach forward to snatch one of them down.

It’s a shot of my Savina in her room. She’s asleep on her bed with her lavender duvet pulled down to her feet.

She’s naked from the waist down, and her legs are slightly parted.

That’s not the part that has red clouding my vision.

It’s the man who’s standing beside her bed.

I can’t see his face because the black hoodie he’s wearing is pulled down low enough to hide him.

He’s just standing there, his head tilted down, his hands at his sides, as he looks at my woman.

The next shot is of Savina out on her balcony. She’s wearing one of her skimpy camisoles, a baby blue one this time, and a pair of thongs. She’s standing at the railing, looking out toward the ocean.

I look at the third picture. This one is of her on the mainland.

She went to one of the local bars to meet an old friend who used to live on the island.

It was taken six months ago. I remember the night because it was the same night that I learned something rather spectacular about my vicious angel, and in learning that treat, I had a hard time keeping my hands off her.

The next image has the pulse in my neck pounding a rhythm so hard I feel the beat in my fucking teeth.

This shot was taken earlier tonight. I’m holding Savina down on the bed by her neck as I pound away at her pussy.

I’m standing at the edge of the bed with her legs wrapped around my waist. The room is dark and all you can see is my ass and her legs.

From the angle of the picture, the shot was taken from my fucking closet.

This goddamn dead bastard was in my house.

I rip the paper from the door and hold it up to read.

Enjoy her while you can. That luxury won’t last long. Soon her pussy will be wrapped around my cock.

With the paper crumpled in my hand, I rear my arm back and slam my fist against the door. The old solid oak doesn’t give. I barely notice the jagged cuts along my knuckles, nor the blood that drops from my fingertips.

As my chest pumps with adrenaline, my mind moves back to the three other messages I was sent and the pictures that came with them.

The first was sent over two months ago through an email.

The pictures were similar; candid shots that Savina didn’t know were taken.

Most were intimate shots and were taken around the time they were sent to me.

I received the second email a month ago, and it was more of the same.

The pictures were recent. Because of that, I assumed the person sending them had started watching her around the same time they were taken.

But I was wrong. The image of her on the mainland six months ago proves he’s been watching her for at least that long.

I grit my teeth and flex my busted fingers, tempted to hit the door again. Knowing that this bastard was in my house, close to Savina, watched me fuck her, has seen her naked flesh, has pure hot rage filling every fucking nerve ending in my body.

I’m no closer to finding out who this person is, and that builds my rage.

He thinks he’s going to take her from me? That I’ll actually allow that to happen? That he’ll continue to breathe for much longer?

This fucker has no clue who he’s dealing with.