Royal Savage

by Victoria Ashley

  “You comfortable in my bed, Darlin’?” He asks while walking closer to me. His eyes land on the knife in my hand, but he doesn’t say another word as he watches me play with it.

  I swallow and nod my head. “Yeah. It’s really soft. I like it. Oh and by the way, I would probably wash the kitchen table before you decide to eat a meal from it.”

  “Yeah, Jax will take care of it.” He looks me over as if he was expecting me to be gone by the time he got out of the shower. “You’re not scared to be in here alone with me?”

  I sit up straight and meet his eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, Royal. I could care less about anything your brother has said. You’re not twisted . . . you’re just hurting.”

  With purposeful steps he walks over to the bed and grabs my legs, pulling me to him, and positioning himself between my legs. “Yeah . . .” He brushes his lips over mine and tangles his hand in my hair, causing me to moan. “What if I told you that I stabbed a knife through a man’s hand tonight and didn’t feel one bit of remorse as he screamed out in pain? Would you still say I’m not twisted? I’m a slave to darkness, Avalon, and all I feel is pain. Nothing more.”

  I shake my head and wrap my arms around his neck—still holding the knife—afraid that he’ll pull away from me. “There’s a darkness inside your eyes that tells me you’re fighting demons, that you’re driven by the pain and not willing to give up until you feel the peace you’re seeking. It’s part of being human. Fighting is the only thing you can do. Pain is part of who we all are.”

  He closes his eyes and pulls me closer to him, wrapping my legs around his waist. “You don’t know the demons that drag me down. They’re darker than you think.”

  I lean in and kiss his closed eyes, before wrapping my hand in his hair and whispering, “Not dark enough to make me want to leave.” It’s the honest truth too. The last thing I want to do is leave.

  This man truly has no idea how drawn I am to him. The rush he makes me feel keeps me wanting more of him.

  With raw need in his eyes, he crawls onto the bed, pulling me below him. After he’s positioned between my legs, he sits up straight and brings the knife in my hand to his chest, slowly moving the blade down his body.

  His eyes close and he tilts his head back when I pull the knife away and my free hand traces every hard muscle, leading down to the V that disappears into his low hanging sweats.

  “It feels so fucking good when you touch me.” He opens his eyes and tilts his head down to look at me. With dark eyes, he brings my hand up to run the knife across his neck, before pulling it out of my hand. “So touch me.”

  He releases my hands and growls out as I slowly tug on his sweats, but stop before pulling them down. I’ve never been so nervous in my life.

  “I need you to feel me,” he says tensely. “Every part of me, and none of me is good.”

  “I don’t believe that,” I admit.

  Locking eyes with me, he balls his fists into my hair and slams his lips against mine, kissing me so damn hard that the air gets knocked right out of me.

  He bites my bottom lip, pulling on it with his teeth, before he runs his tongue over it and then sucks it into his mouth.

  His kiss is so intense; almost hungry as his lips devour mine, and I haven’t been able to catch my breath yet. I don’t need to. All I need is to feel his mouth on me.

  Pulling away from the kiss, he roughly grabs the top of my shirt, cutting it open with his knife.

  Admiring my breasts, he wraps his free hand around my neck and squeezes, before gently running the tip of the blade between my breasts and cutting my bra off.

  My whole body is craving for this rough, dark man to take me. A knife has never turned me on so damn much.

  Tossing the knife aside, he yanks my jeans down my legs roughly, and then my panties, before flipping me over and slapping my ass, hard.

  I feel his fingers wrap into the back of my hair and pull as his other hand reaches around to grip my neck again. His heavy breathing caresses my ear as he presses his lips against it. “Fuck! You’ll never understand the darkness in me until I show you. You want to feel it? No part of me is gentle. I can promise you that. You really want to be hurt by me?”

  I suck in a deep breath and close my eyes as his hand releases my neck. “Physically, yes. In this bed right now, yes. I want nothing more right now.”

  He growls and pushes my head down into the mattress, before slapping my ass and then biting it. He bites it so damn hard, making me scream and bite down on the blanket.

  An aching pleasure runs throughout my body, causing me to tremble as he inches his way down my body and then up my inner thigh, biting down close to my pussy. This man’s mouth does things to me. “Royal,” I say breathlessly. “I want your mouth on me. I want to feel you.”

  I moan out as his tongue slides up my pussy, slowly and teasingly, before he stops and pulls away. “You’re going to get my mouth and so much more.” He moans. “I’ve warned you.”

  Fuck . . . that moan is so sexy; so deep, rough, and raw.

  His tongue works slowly at first, causing me to moan out, wanting more of his perfect fucking mouth. His rhythm is precise and in control, as if he knows the exact way to work me up and pleasure me. I’ve never felt something so damn good in my life, and the thought of him stopping makes me want to scream.

  I need this man touching me, every single inch of me, before I explode. I want all of him. His darkness included.

  I arch my back and moan out loudly as he slides his tongue down further and shoves it into my pussy as deep as it will go. He’s fucking me with his tongue and the feel and the thought is enough to almost bring me to climax.

  Slipping his tongue out, he slides it down and over my clit before sucking it into his mouth. It feels so good that I grip onto the blankets and scream out as my orgasm rocks through me in intense waves. “Oh shit . . . I can’t . . .” I pant.

  I feel him moving behind me, working on pulling his sweats off, before I hear the nightstand open as he pulls out a condom.

  Next thing I know, he reaches around and grips my neck, hard, pulling me up flat against his chest. His hand squeezes my neck as he leans in close to my ear. “You ready?”

  I nod my head. “Yes . . .”

  Closing my eyes, I hold my breath to prepare for his entrance. I know it’s going to hurt, but I don’t want him to think that I want him to stop if I scream.

  I feel the tip of his dick slide across my entrance, before he bites my neck and slams into me hard; so fucking hard that I bite my bottom lip, drawing blood.

  His tongue works my neck, easing the pain from his bite, as he pulls out and thrusts back into me, even harder. “You feel better than I imagined,” he growls. “So fucking good. Come here.”

  Tilting my neck back, he runs his tongue over my mouth, before sucking my bloody lip into his mouth as he rolls his hips, making me moan into his mouth.

  He pulls away from the kiss and licks his lips, no doubt tasting my blood. As weird as it is, it turns me on more. He’s so rough and unfiltered and I love it. It’s a complete turn on and so different from anything I’ve experienced.

  Both of his arms wrap around my body, him pulling me as closely as possible as he thrusts into me repeatedly.

  Pounding into me hard, he grabs my throat and pulls my neck back. He’s holding it so tightly that I can barely breathe for a minute, until his grip loosens and he growls out in frustration at the realization of him almost choking me.

  I scream out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, only causing him to go faster and harder. I don’t want him to stop being rough. I want to feel what’s inside this man.

  “Fuuuck!” He yells out, while picking me up and carrying me out of bed and over to the wall.

  I grab his hair and moan out as he slams me against the wall and buries himself deep between my legs. “Deeper,” I growl against his lips.

  He pushes in deep and stops. His heavy breathing caresses my mouth as he looks me in t
he eyes and wraps his hand around my throat again. “Like this?”

  I lean my head against the wall and scream. “Yes!”

  “Grab my hair and hold on,” he demands.

  I tangle my right hand into his glorious hair again and hold on as he pounds into me fast and hard. So fucking hard.

  “I’m about to come . . .” I yank his hair, causing him to shove in as deep as he can go. “Royal!” I scream out as my body shakes in his strong arms, as another orgasm shakes to me my core.

  He waits until I’m done, before placing his forehead to mine. He keeps it there, while slowly pulling out of me and then slowly thrusting back in. “Fuck! I can’t hold back.”

  Placing his hand at the back of my neck, he presses his lips against mine, before rolling his hips and then fucking me as fast and hard as he can.

  His teeth dig into my bottom lip, causing me to scream out as he releases himself inside of me. His roughness is such a turn on that the pain is the least of my worries.

  Breathing heavily, he runs his tongue over my lips, before pulling me away from the wall and laying me back down on the bed.

  His eyes look into mine for a few moments of silence, before he slowly pulls out of me and turns around, baring his beautiful ass to me.

  “Why don’t you take a shower and clean the sweat off of you.” He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a long breath. “Then meet me in the room across the hall for that tattoo.”

  My heart sinks as he walks out of his room, leaving me alone. My whole body is aching for him to come back even though deep inside I know it probably won’t end well for me.

  “Holy shit . . .” I pant. “What the hell just happened?”

  I run my hand over my face and then look up at the doorway to see him standing there, watching me. “Grab some clean clothes out of my dresser. You’re staying here tonight.”

  He disappears again, leaving me alone in my mixed up thoughts.

  This man is going to ruin me, but I have a feeling that after tonight, nothing will be able to keep me away . . .

  SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK . . .

  My heart is racing. My body is full of sweat, and all I can smell is her sweet fucking scent, intoxicating me. She’s not even in the same room with me, yet she’s fucking surrounding me, making it hard to breathe.

  I knew without a doubt that if she was still here by the time I got back, waiting at my door, that I’d give in and fucking take her. There’s too much shit running through my head, locking me inside my fucked up mind, and a release was far past needed. I was just hoping it wouldn’t have to be her.

  But her words . . . They had to go and fuck with me and give me a reason to have to bury myself so deep inside her that it hurt. I wanted her to feel me. She needed to see the darkness in me, yet she’s still fucking here.

  Anyone else would’ve been scared and ran off after I told them what I did tonight. Not her though. She thinks I should have kept going, and fuck, I wanted to.

  Running a hand through my wet hair, I grab the bar above my head and do pull ups, fast and hard, until every muscle in my arms ache and my chest feels as if it’s going to burst from my racing heartbeat.

  Dropping from the bar, I shake my sweaty hair out and walk over to my stash of liquor, tilting back the first bottle that I can grab. I close my eyes as it burns my throat, giving me the pain that I need.

  Standing with my bottle, I wait until I hear the shower water turn off before I walk back into my room to find a pair of jeans and an old shirt to throw on.

  Leaning forward, I grip the dresser until my knuckles turn white. I have the urge to rip this motherfucker apart and destroy it. My thoughts are messing with me again, knowing that I have less than two weeks before I get to hopefully find some kind of peace. I know I won’t find much, but killing that son of a bitch has to bring some. It’s the best I can hope for.

  I just better hope that Avalon is far gone from my system by then. There’s no way I’m dragging her into this shit with me, or allowing any harm to come her way. That would be my sure death, because protecting her feels like a part of my life now.

  I look up from the dresser, toward the door at the sound of Avalon’s voice. “I’m ready. You good to do this tonight?”

  My eyes scan over her beautiful, tan body as she stands there in a pair of my boxer briefs and a gray shirt, her skin glistening with moisture. It takes everything in me not to throw her onto my bed and fuck her hard again.

  “Yeah.” I push away from the dresser and walk past her, slipping an arm around her waist to spin her around to follow me.

  Flipping on the lights, I point to the black, leather chair and tell her to sit, while I gather my shit.

  “Do I need to take any clothes off for this spot?” She questions. “I have no idea what your plans are. I’m just going to let you take control and trust your talent.”

  I turn to her, my eyes slowly trailing her body to find the perfect spot to place her next tattoo. There are many options, because any place on her body is beyond fucking perfection, but there’s one spot that I would die to see covered in ink by me. “Take my boxers off.”

  Without hesitation she slips my briefs off, setting them beside her in the chair. I have to grit my teeth and grab the chair in restraint, when I see that she’s not wearing any panties beneath them. “Just my briefs, huh?” I ask stiffly. “No fucking panties . . .”

  She nods her head and pulls her hair over her shoulder to get comfortable. “I didn’t expect to have to take them off. Is this going to be too much of a distraction for you?”

  Walking over to her, I grab her waist and roughly flip her over on her side to get a better angle of her lower hip. That whole section of her magnificent body is going to be branded with my art.

  My cock instantly hardens at the sight of her perfectly round ass and thoughts of me marking her again. “It might be more of a distraction for you,” I say, while running my hand over her full ass and then walking back over to set up the supplies. I need to keep my shit together; at least long enough to finish this.

  “How is that?” She sits up slightly to look at me, looking so damn beautiful with her big curious eyes on me. “I’m not the one tattooing a pantyless woman and standing there with a hard-on.”

  Raising a brow, I push down on my rock hard dick and take a seat in my chair, before I end up pulling my cock out and slipping it between her perfect ass. Her mouth is making it even harder to fight. “Exactly,” I say firmly. “Now lay down and be still, before I lose my shit and bend you over every surface in this room.”

  I glance over and see her close her eyes as she takes a long, shaky breath. Her body is shaking as if she’s imagining just that. “Hurry, before I get nervous and change my fucking mind.”

  Grinning at her sassy ass mouth, I scoot my chair over to her backside and slap her ass, hard.

  She yells and grips the chair. “Fuck, Royal!”

  I grab her hip and position her where I want her. “You sound so fucking good screaming my name, babe. Do it again and I’ll give you a real reason to.”

  She quiets down and takes another long breath to calm her nerves. “Okay . . . I’m ready. Let’s do this before it’s too late.”

  I take a few seconds to finish preparing my gun, before I start free handing a large Phoenix.

  About thirty minutes through it, I notice her gripping the chair and tensing up in pain.

  “Can you handle it or do you need a break?”

  She shakes her head and bites her bottom lip. “No break. Keep going.”

  “We’re almost done,” I say. “Just hold on for about twenty more minutes.”

  She looks over her shoulder at me, and smiles bravely, while giving me a thumbs up. “I can do it . . . I can . . .”

  When I’m done, I look down at her body and just admire how damn beautiful her body makes my art look. She’s the perfect fucking canvas.

  “Are we done?” She asks eagerly.

  “Yup.” I scoot the cha
ir over to the table to get rid of my gun and gloves, before standing up and helping her to her feet. “Check it out.”

  I guide her to the full mirror and watch her mouth as it drops open in shock and admiration. “Holy hell . . . this is absolutely beautiful. I’m completely in love with your beautiful hands. So much talent and heart.”

  Her words cause my heart to beat slightly faster as I watch her taking in her new ink.

  She turns in different angles, checking out the Phoenix with the biggest smile I’ve seen on her, before throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me hard on the mouth, surprising me.

  She tries pulling away after a few seconds, but I bite her lip pulling her back to me. Her mouth tastes so fucking good that I’m not ready to stop yet.

  Both of my hands tangle into the back of her hair as she moans into my mouth. “Sorry,” she says breathlessly. “I didn’t mean to kiss you.”

  I yank back on her hair and suck her bottom lip into my mouth, before releasing it. “And I didn’t mean to kiss you back.”

  Clenching my jaw, I release her hair and walk away. “Let’s get your tattoo cleaned up so you can get some rest.”

  “Yeah,” she says softly. “Sounds like a good idea. I need to go home before work so I can shower and change my clothes. It’s already really late.”

  I swallow hard, while cleaning her off and bandaging her up for the night, before sending her to my bed to get some sleep.

  I keep myself busy for a while, cleaning up the rest of the stuff and organizing the inside of my desk.

  I need to keep my distance right now, because the way I’m feeling from that unexpected kiss is not fucking good. It felt too damn good for me to be okay with it.

  Flipping off the lights, I close the door and walk down the hall to my release room. I usually go in there to work out and release some stress . . . but not tonight. Guilt inside of my chest has me opening the desk in the back of the room and pulling out the box. I haven’t looked inside of it in months.

  With my breath held, I open the box and pull out the letters and photographs that I kept from Olivia after she passed.