Page 97 of The King of Hearts

The second was that I needed a way into her orbit. That’s why Apollo was created. A silent investor to The Raven Group. A way to get all of the information I needed and could use against the group. And a way to make my presence important to the growth of the company. It was a huge coincidence that I already had a connection with the organization through Emo and his brothers. One of his brothers, Judge, is married to the niece of one of the co-owners.

While Alexander runs the operations here on Hollow’s Reef, there’s another branch on the other side of the country that Declan oversees. To everyone else in the world, The Raven Group is a security firm that offers security to high-power individuals. I had heard of the organization prior to coming backto Hollow’s Reef, but it wasn’t until my obsession with Savina and my extensive research into her background that I got the full understanding. Through Emo and indirectly Declan, Apollo managed to wiggle his way in and became an investor. With the money I’ve funneled into the business, The Raven Group now has several properties encompassing thousands of acres with private communities. Houses were built for victims who had no family or no means to provide for themselves. Apollo has also provided those victims with new identities if they requested them. I’ve made myself an integral part of the group, one in which would negatively impact the organization if they were to lose.

The final reason, and the most important one, is that I needed time to get Savina pregnant. I had to wait on that part because of her age, and I needed other things to fall into place before I started on that endeavor. With Savina pregnant with my child, it ensured her connection with me forever.

The thing that sealed her fate though, what guaranteed she would fully be mine, was my threat to expose her family and the business. It wasn’t an idle promise. I’m fully prepared to take down her family if it comes to it. Her refusal would be in vain though, because Savina’s future wouldn’t change. The only difference is that I’d be taking Savina forcefully rather than her coming to me willingly.

Savina takes a few more minutes with her friends before she hugs both and comes back to me. I jerk my chin up to Marcelo before we leave the coffee shop. He has to stay to give his statement.

Savina is quiet the whole trip back to my estate. I keep my own thoughts to myself because they’re dark and filled with violence. Again, neither of us talks when we get home, and I usher her up the steps. My body vibrates with so much pent-up rage, the muscles in my back and legs are stiff.

The moment we step through the door, I grab her arm and spin her around. My hand wraps around her throat, and I pin her in place against the door. I take a single moment to look over her face, reassuring myself again that she’s alive and unharmed before I slam my mouth against hers. She doesn’t respond right away, probably from the shock of my sudden assault. I plunge my tongue into her mouth, faintly tasting the coffee she had earlier.

I hold her still with my hand around her neck and press my hard body against her softer one.

God-fucking-dammit.The outcome of today could have ended so differently. Instead of the asshole with the hole in his head dead on the floor of that coffee shop, it could have been Savina. She knocked on death’s door and nearly stepped through it.

Not just her, but our child.

Fuck!

I release her neck and remove my mouth from hers. She opens her mouth to say something, but snaps her lips closed when I spin her around.

“Hands on the door with your ass sticking out.” I growl the demand.

She doesn’t comply and instead tries to turn back around. I stop her with a hand on the center of her back, pressing her chest against the door.

“Not here,” she pants.

“Right fucking here. Right fucking now. If I don’t get inside you in the next two goddamn seconds, my mind is going to explode. And before you say anything, I don’t give a fuck who sees.”

She must recognize something in my eyes that shows exactly how close to the edge I am. After a brief moment of hesitation,in which she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, she faces forward and plants her hands on the door, pushing her ass out.

My hands go around her waist, and I yank open her jeans with so much force the button goes flying. I ignore the sharp breath she inhales and roughly pull down the material. I only have the patience to get them past her ass, but it’s fine because as long as I have access to her pussy, that’s all I need.

I yank my own pants open. I grab my cock with one hand, her hip with the other, and slam myself inside her with one forceful shove. She screeches, her hands balling into fists against the wall as I fill her cunt without warning. I grit my teeth at her tight grip surrounding me.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I grunt, already close to the edge.

I pull out and thrust back inside, earning another sharp cry from her. She’s so damn tight she’s nearly strangling me.

I release her hip and shove my hand between her legs from the front, scissoring my fingers around my shaft and pressing the heel of my palm against her clit. My other hand snakes up her chest, and I wrap my fingers around her throat. I squeeze my fingers enough to restrict her airflow, but not completely take it away.

Using my grip on her cunt, I lift her ass so her toes barely touch the floor and proceed to fuck her like a madman. My pelvis slams against the soft globes of her ass, and a grunt leaves my throat with each drive forward.

She was wet when I first entered her, but only a little. Now, as painful as the sounds leaving her lips come out, she’s fucking soaking my cock. It may hurt, but she thrives on the pain.

I press my chest against her back and bury my face in the crook of her neck. My teeth latch onto a patch of skin, and I bite down hard. Not enough to break the skin, but there will be a mark left behind.

The dead bastard’s blood marked her skin. She has parts of that man on her flesh. He touched her with his filthy hands. Breathed in her scent. Looked at her and had thoughts of fucking her.

Those thoughts drive me fucking insane and makes me fuck her even harder. Maybe too hard from the noises she’s making. I don’t know, and my brain is filled with too many chaotic thoughts right now to even care.

I need to mark her myself. To plant part of myself inside her. To leave my scent all over her body.

A growl leaves my throat when her walls spasm around my cock. My fingers lock tighter around her throat, and I hammer my hips against her ass, forcing my cock even deeper. When my balls draw up and the first sign of my release hits, I use her cunt to wedge my cock in as far as it’ll go and grind against her ass. My hold on her neck loosens and she sucks in several gulps of air.

Her feet aren’t touching the floor anymore, so I set her down, and she sags against the wall. I’m still holding her up by her pussy, which is a good thing because of the looseness in her body, she’d probably crumple to the floor.

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