Текст книги "Royal Savage"

Автор книги: Victoria Ashley

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I WAKE UP IN A panic, looking around a cold, dark room. It takes a few minutes for my eyes to adjust enough to see that the room is unfamiliar.

Fear sets in until I look over to the right to see Royal sitting in a chair with his face buried in his hands. His long, messy hair is hanging over his inked hands, his shoulders slumped in defeat: a beautiful, but heartbreaking sight to take in. It makes my chest hurt at the realization of what he told me earlier at the lake, and I have a feeling that he’s still lost in his thoughts over his loss. Seeing him in pain almost physically hurts me.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly, while sitting up. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep and intrude. I should go. I’ll go find Jax and ask for a ride.”

Royal looks up from his hands and rubs his hand down his mouth. He clears his throat and reaches beside him for a bottle of whiskey. “Go back to sleep. You’re fine.”

Getting comfortable against the headboard, I watch him as he tilts the bottle back and takes a long swig. “I’m not really tired anymore. I can go upstairs and watch TV so you can have your bed back at least.”

I get ready to get out of his bed, but his command stops me, making my heart jump from the firmness of his voice. “Stay.”

Keeping his eyes on me, he slowly stands up and strips out of his shirt, tossing it aside. My heart begins racing with unwanted desire as my eyes gradually trail over his firm body, bit by bit, taking it all in; every inch of pure inked muscle. This man is undeniably beautiful, and I could spend hours just admiring the art of his body and tattoos and never grow tired.

My eyes follow his hands as they lower down his body to undo his jeans, before pushing them down his tattooed legs. Watching him take them off sends a surge of excitement through me and I find myself wanting to just reach out and touch this man. The feeling makes my chest ache with need.

I can’t pull my eyes away as he walks over to the opposite side of the bed and crawls in beside me. That’s when I notice the scars on his right thigh, just below his black boxer briefs.

My heart drops as I take in the three, long, jagged lines. Without thinking, I reach out and run my fingers across them. “How did you get these?”

Grabbing my wrist, he pulls it away and squeezes it. “A knife.”

My eyes widen at his confession, and I get this strong urge to just reach out and comfort him and let him know just how beautiful every inch of his body truly is; the scars included. I have to fight with everything in me not to ask him why or how. I want to know everything about this man and why he is the way he is: dark and demanding.

Feeling a small bit of confidence, I crawl in between his legs and grip his thighs, watching his reaction as I run my hand over his scars again. Feeling his legs flex under my touch has my stomach doing somersaults and my breathing uneven.

His eyes leisurely close and a deep growl escapes him as I move my hand higher up his thigh to the top of the first scar.

“Watch yourself, Avalon.” I squeeze his thighs, just wanting to feel him. Right now, I could care less about the consequences. This man gets my heart pumping unlike anything or anyone else. “Dammit, you’re fucking pushing it.”

For some odd reason, a part of me wants to know what he’ll do if I continue to push it. Taking a deep breath and holding it, I slowly move both of my hands up his strong thighs, stopping just below his thick erection. I allow my fingers to trace the outline.

“Fuck!” He yells.

Next thing I know, his hands are on me and I’m somehow below him on the mattress, with our faces only inches apart.

Gripping my thigh with one hand, he opens my legs wide and presses his body between them, squeezing my thigh so hard that it hurts.

I feel his lips next to my ear as he captures both of my wrists in one hand and holds them above my head with force. “If I fuck you . . . I will hurt you. Every fucking inch of this beautiful body will crave to be touched by me . . . devoured by me, and I can’t promise you more than one night, so stop.”

“Oh yeah,” I challenge, feeling my heart pumping with adrenaline. “What makes you so sure of that? Maybe all I want is one taste.” I tangle my hands into his hair and tug on it, pulling his neck to the side. “Maybe you’re just afraid that you’ll want it more than once, or maybe you don’t fuck as good as you look.”

I almost regret that last part and can’t believe that I actually had the balls to say it. I don’t apologize though. Instead, I search his eyes, demanding a response.

His eyes stay on mine for a heated moment, burning me from the inside out and making my whole body flush, before he bites my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. The feeling of his beard rubbing my lips surprisingly turns me on, mixed with the pain of his mouth and I find my body already lashing out, wanting more, so I bite him back when he tries pulling away.

Releasing my hands and grabbing my face with one hand, he yanks my jeans down my legs with force and tosses them aside. Lifting me up, he flips us, leaving me to straddle his lap, then tangles his hands into the back of my hair and thrusts his hips into me, hard. So hard that I bounce out of his lap and fall back down, my breath getting knocked out of me.

I let out a loud moan, just imagining the way it would feel to actually have him inside of me. He’s so thick and long that a part of me is almost afraid it will hurt. Pushing me down against him as roughly as he can, he thrusts his hips a few times, grinding his erection against my now aching pussy. His rhythm has me almost dying above him, and I can tell by the satisfied look in his eyes and his devilish grin that he knows he has me right where he wants me: hot and ready to lose myself to him.

His grip on my hair tightens as he yanks my head back and bites my neck, thrusting against me again, his erection driving between my wet lips. That’s all it takes for me to lose it, my pussy clenching hard as my whole body shakes in his arms and I scream out his name.

He waits until my orgasm is done, before tossing me down beside him. “Now go to sleep. I’ve been drinking all fucking night so don’t test me.”

Swallowing hard and rubbing my hands over my face, I turn around and face the wall, surprised at how easily and hard he just made me come that I can still feel myself throbbing and aching for more. I’m not ready to go to sleep yet.

“What about you?” I ask softly.

Grabbing my shoulder, he turns me around. “What about me?”

I swallow and look down at his painfully hard erection. “Don’t you need release?”

Letting out a long breath, he pushes down on his cock. “If you touch me, I will end up fucking you. My head is too fucked up right now to keep any restraint. It’s best if we both just go to sleep.”

Reaching up to yank my shirt off, I swallow back my nerves and meet his eyes. “No one said that I have to touch you.”

Growling out, he sits up on his knees and grips my neck, rubbing his thumb over it. He lightly squeezes it, while reaching behind me with his other hand and undoing my bra, letting it fall down to reveal my bare breasts.

His eyes devour my tits as he runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “Fuck, Avalon. Are you still drunk? What the fuck are you doing to me right now?”

I arch my back to give him easier access to my body as he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and admires my bare flesh. “Maybe just a little, but not enough to not know what I’m doing.”

My heart is pounding so fast right now that I wouldn’t be surprised if Royal could see it with each beat or even feel it from his closeness. I’ve never been this bold before, but he has a way of making me want to do things that I never have before.

“Fucking shit . . .” He releases my neck and backs away from me to get a better look. “Fucking perfection.”

Grabbing my panties with both hands, he rips them open at the side and yanks them from my body, causing me to grip onto the blanket in surprise as I slide down it.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip and he moans as he spreads my legs open, baring my slick, wet pussy to him. “So fucking beautiful.”

Having his dark eyes on me makes me feel an instant rush throughout my body. I can feel myself starting to sweat as I wait for his next move. I want him to touch me so damn bad, almost as much as I want to touch him.

Lowering the front of his tight briefs, he pulls his thick erection out and wraps his strong hand around it, stroking it. I swear I about die just from the sight of it. “Touch yourself,” he growls out.

With my whole body heated by the sight of him touching himself, I lower my hand between my legs and follow his command. The faster I move and the louder I moan, the faster and harder he seems to stroke himself.

Holy hell . . . What a dangerously beautiful sight.

I lick my lips and moan out as a drop of his pre-cum slides down the tip of his dick, coating his head as he continues to stroke it so damn good that I find myself on the brink of another orgasm.

It’s not from my own pleasure or the way I’m touching myself. Honestly, I’ve always had a hard time finding any kind of orgasm. It’s the way that he touches himself and knows how to pleasure so well that has me clenching and screaming out.

“Oh my God . . . Yes, Royal . . .” I pant. I close my eyes and shake as my orgasm rolls through me. I don’t open my eyes again until I hear him growl out in pleasure and feel his warm cum hit my breasts.

“Fucking shit.” Taking a deep breath, Royal reaches his free hand behind my neck and pulls me closer to him with force, stroking out every last drop of his release.

Releasing his still hard cock, he runs both his hands through his hair, while breathing heavily.

I can’t help but to keep my eyes on him in wonder as he gets off the bed and reaches for his shirt to clean me up. Our eyes meet, but neither one of us speaks.

After cleaning me off, he stands up and starts cleaning himself off.

Seeing him standing there, breathing hard, with his dick in his hand and his eyes closed is so damn beautiful. I get an ache in my chest because I can’t just reach out and touch him. I want to so badly, but don’t want to push him anymore tonight.

“Now we can go to sleep,” I say shakily.

Clenching his jaw, he walks out of his room still naked.

I lay here for twenty minutes, before realizing that there’s rock music softly coming from the room next door. I’m assuming he’s in the same room that I walked in on him that first night: his workout room. He’s most likely working out his frustrations and a part of me feels bad that I may have just caused him more.

I really don’t know what came over me tonight, and I’m hoping that I wake up tomorrow with a clear head and realize that it was just the alcohol and lack of orgasm speaking.

Taking a long breath, I close my eyes and lay here restless for what feels like forever, until I finally end up dozing off, feeling a bit ashamed, yet completely turned on by him at the same time.

HE COMES AT ME SLOWLY, yet it’s so powerful and intoxicating that the air gets sucked straight from my lungs. Every muscle in his body is tense, his tattooed flesh moist with sweat as he stares down at me with an intensity that has me gripping the sheets around me. He’s breathing heavily, his lips slightly parted as his powerful eyes meet mine and capture them. I’m lost in his darkness, wanting to be right there with him.

He doesn’t say a word as he crawls above me, and in one swift movement he bites onto my neck as he rips my shirt open, baring my breasts to him.

I moan out in desire, just wanting to touch him, to feel my hands on him in any way I can, but when I reach for him . . . I can’t move my arms.

I struggle against the leather restraints but they’re too tight. I can’t move. His mouth hovers above mine so dangerously close that I can almost taste him. His sweet breath caresses my lips, but I can’t reach them. I can only breathe in his scent and it’s driving me completely mad.

My desire to touch him is too strong, fueling me to lash out. I want to feel him, I need to, but I’m afraid I’ll never get the chance, so I scream so painfully loud that my throat feels raw.

I need this man . . .

I wake up gripping the sheets so tightly that my fingers hurt. I feel a bead of sweat trickle down my heated neck and look around me as I fight to catch my breath.

It takes me a few seconds to realize that I’m in Royal’s empty bed. He never came back last night. I’m not sure that I expected him to, but a part of me hoped that he would.

I’ve never had such an intense dream in my life; that I have to admit. I’m a bit freaked out by the way it’s left me feeling. It felt so damn real; too real.

Taking a few deep breaths, I close my eyes and everything from last night hits me all at once, making me feel like a damn fool for the way I acted.

Yanking the covers off of me, I look down to see that I’m still completely naked. My temperature rises from embarrassment.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! I can’t believe this.”

Jumping to my feet, I quickly look around to be sure that I’m alone while reaching for what’s left of my clothes to quickly get dressed.

It’s amazing what liquid courage can do for you. I can’t believe that I seriously suggested that Royal pleasure himself for me last night, and I can’t believe that he actually did. That insanely hot image will forever be in my head, making it hard for anything else to ever compare. That thought is sort of scary.

Breathing heavily and feeling a bit insane, I look up at the doorway to see Royal standing there, watching me. He looks a mess, as if he hadn’t slept at all last night. I have to admit that a mess looks sinfully sexy on him, and that alone makes me realize that I need to go before I do anything else stupid.

“Let’s go.” He grips the doorframe and takes a few seconds to look me up and down, before turning and walking away.

I walk outside a few minutes later, expecting him to be in his truck waiting, but instead he pulls up next to me on his motorcycle, looking damn sexy and dangerous; a lethal combination that I can barely handle right now.

After my dream of him this morning, just the thought of touching him sends me over the edge. This man seriously has no idea of the effect he physically has on me. I don’t even get it.

“Shit,” I whisper. “Don’t think about last night.”

“Hop on,” he yells over the sound of the bike, while pulling me to him and sliding the helmet on me. His eyes meet mine, but he quickly clenches his jaw and turns away, leaving my heart sinking.

Feeling anxious from his cold shoulder, I jump on behind him, but grab onto the bike instead of him.

“Arms around me,” he demands. “And hold on tight.”

He leans his head back and stiffens a bit when my arms wrap around his waist, before finally taking off in a hurry.

When we reach my car, I quickly jump off and hand him his helmet. I really just want to get away from him right now. He’s so damn hard to read and hard to deal with this early in the morning. “Thanks for letting me crash in your bed, Royal.”

He nods his head and slides his helmet on, looking me over. “Better my bed than Colton’s,” he says stiffly.

I’m not really sure what to say to that, so I just pull out my keys and walk over to my car, trying my best not to glance back at him as I hop inside and start the engine. He waits for me to pull out and take off before I notice him following behind me.

He’s behind me for a few minutes, following closely, before he finally turns off in the direction of the bar, allowing me to breathe for what feels like the first time since dinner last night.

“Holy shit.” I breathe out. He’s so damn intense. I’ve never met a man so powerful and heart-stopping in my life.

I grip the steering wheel and take a deep breath when I pull up at a stoplight. I’m supposed to work in less than two hours and I have a feeling that it’s going to be extremely hard to concentrate now.

There’s so much running through my head right now that it’s giving me a headache. The thing eating at me the most is that I need to meet up with Colton and break things off completely. If I don’t do it as soon as possible, it’s only going to get harder, and then I’m going to explode with anxiety.

My plan was to go home, but instead, I find myself parked outside of Colton’s home. The first thing I notice is the red BMW in the driveway that isn’t his.

This is supposed to be when I feel some kind of jealousy or anger or something, right? That feeling that you would get if you were in love with someone . . . but all I feel is relief. I knew when he introduced me to his business partner that there had to be more there. The problem was I just didn’t care to question him on it.

I want to do this, but I want to do it right and say it to his face. I know that’s most likely not going to happen before work, so I send him a quick text, ignoring the handful of ones that he sent me last night.

Avalon: We need to talk in person. Are you available to meet up?

Setting my phone in the passenger seat, I drive back home and park, before checking for his response.

Colton: I can’t. I’m already at the office. We need to talk about yesterday, Marie. I am not happy with you or the little stunt that my brother pulled. Meet me for dinner tomorrow?

Avalon: Yes, we do need to talk about yesterday. Dinner tomorrow will work.

Colton: Good . . . I miss you. I miss us . . .

I know he’s probably waiting for me to respond with I miss you too, but that’s not happening. I just can’t lie and pretend anymore. The truth is, I stopped missing him months ago.

I WATCH FROM THE CORNER of my eye as Claudette walks around examining each of our stations. She always does this when she stops in for her three-hour inspection every Thursday and it drives us all crazy.

Madison bumps my shoulder, stopping me from sweeping. “Where were you last night? Please tell me you weren’t with Colton.”

I flash a fake smile when Claudette looks my way. “No,” I whisper. “I’ll tell you when Claudette leaves.”

“You suck,” she hisses.

“Madison,” Claudette calls out. “Now would be a nice time to clean your station. Is it not?”

Madison huffs in my ear and backs away to her station. “On it.”

The salon is pretty much uneventful for the next hour; everyone working like good little robots until Claudette finally walks out the door for the day.

“Oh thank God!” Madison screams, while plopping down in her chair. “I haven’t had a client in thirty minutes and she expects me to just stand here like a damn stiff with a smile plastered on my face. How does her husband deal with her? She must give some damn good head.”

A few of the other girls laugh and a couple of clients actually join in on the chuckling as well. It’s no secret that no one here can stand Claudette. Even the regulars seem to steer clear when they know she’ll be dropping in for her weekly inspection. I don’t blame them, because I wish I could too, but unfortunately, being the manager doesn’t allow me that pleasure.

Of course, as soon as I finish with my three o’clock appointment Madison jumps into my chair, waiting to hear my story about not coming home last night.

“I was at Royal’s,” I admit. “We had a few too many beers and I fell asleep outside by the pool. There. Happy?”

“I thought you went to Colton’s parents’ house for dinner last night? How the hell did you end up with Royal?”

I find myself smiling at the reminder; just thinking back to the way my heart skipped a beat when he walked through that door. “He showed up there and I left with him.”

Madison’s eyes widen in excitement. “Are you serious? That’s hot.” She rubs her hands together. “You showed up there with one brother and left with the other. The hotter brother might I add. My old Avalon is coming out to play.”

I let out a frustrated breath and push her out of my chair. “Yeah, well maybe she never left. Maybe she was just trying her best to be good.”

I’m so lost in talking to Madison that I don’t even notice my uncle until Madison is undressing him with her eyes.

“Hey, Uncle Mark.”

Leaning in, he kisses me on the side of the head, before taking a seat in my chair.

“Hope you have time for a quick cut. I’ve got a good five minutes or so before I get a call.” He smiles at me, and then turns to Madison as she growls at him. “Nice to see you too, Madi.”

“It’s always a pleasure, Mr. Knight. You sure you don’t want to take a seat in my chair?”

Rolling my eyes, I reach for the comb. “Stop flirting with my damn uncle. Didn’t Claudette ask you to clean the merchandise before your shift ends?”

“And I will. The end of my shift isn’t coming anytime soon, sweets.”

Used to Madison ogling him, my uncle just laughs it off and looks at me through the mirror. “You staying out of trouble, Ava?” He asks as I start trimming the ends of his longish, brown hair.

“Yes. I’m a little too busy to rebel against the law these days, or have any kind of fun, actually.”

“You sure about that, Ava?” Madison asks with a smirk. “You’re definitely not too busy to ride on the back of that sexy man’s motorcycle or fall asleep at his house.”

My uncle looks up at me through the mirror with a surprised look. “No shit,” he says with a crooked smile. “You and Colton break up?”

I glare over at Madison and point the scissors at her. “You . . . shut up. I’m not afraid to use these.” I look at my uncle through the mirror. “And yes. Well sort of. We’re on a break, but I’m telling his ass tomorrow at dinner, and yes, I’m fine with it. It’s been coming for a while.”

I get ready to talk again, but Madison’s big mouth interrupts me. “You’re looking exceptionally well in that uniform today, Officer. Have you been working out in the nude or anything? I promise not to picture it.” She winks.

He chuckles. “I’m guessing you’re not staying out of trouble,” he says to her. “Not that mouth of yours at least.”

She leans over my desk. “Never, Officer.”

“Seriously, Madison,” I say irritated now. “He’s my damn uncle. That’s just weird, and creepy as shit.”

“He’s your young and very attractive uncle,” she corrects. “How old are you now, Officer Knight?”

He pulls out his wallet and starts digging through it. “Thirty-three.” He tosses me a few bills. “Here . . . You ladies buy some good dinner on me. Anything to keep you girls busy and out of trouble.”

“No, thanks.” I shove his money back at him as he stands up, but he just gives it to Madison instead, knowing that she’ll take it with no problem.

Holding his hand up, Mark pulls out his phone and quickly answers it in a professional tone. “What’s up, Liam? I’m just about to leave my niece’s salon.” He pauses and listens for a second. “Shit. Yeah, I’ll be on my way there. No, I will handle it alone.”

“Is everything alright?” I ask as he puts his phone away and steals a quick glance in the mirror to check out his hair.

“Yeah . . .” He lets out a frustrated breath. “Just some bar fight that I need to go deal with. Nothing new. I get this call at least once a week.”

My heart sinks and the first thing I can think of is Royal’s bar and wonder if something happened there. “And they’re sending you there alone? Is it bad?”

He lifts a brow and starts backing away toward the door with a grin. “Someone’s got to do it. I can handle it. That’s why I’m the cool uncle. You girls be good.”

With that, he turns and rushes out the door, jogging over to his car. Madison leans over her chair and shamelessly watches as he climbs inside and pulls out in a hurry.

She spins around in her chair to face me. “Damn . . . please tell me how your uncle gets hotter each time I see him? Did he get a new tattoo too?”

I nod my head. “Yeah, he did. Now stop thinking about fucking my uncle. Not happening.”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Well your aunt isn’t around anymore. I’m sure he gets lonely.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t,” I admit. “He’s a young—and from what you say—attractive officer. I’m sure he does fine.”

“A girl can dream,” she sighs.

I try to focus on cleaning up my station, but all I can seem to think about is Royal, and that has me wondering if my uncle is headed to Savage & Ink.

“Hey.”

“Yeah.

“Do you think the fight my uncle is going to break up is at Royal’s bar?”

Madison bites her lip and smiles. “Damn, I hope not. I’d like to be there when all that sexiness went down. Just saying . . .”

A part of me wants to text Royal and find out, but I decide against it after his distant attitude this morning. Maybe it’s best if I just forget about him altogether.

Good fucking luck, Avalon. Looks like you’re going to need it . . .