Page 138 of Savage Don

My fists clench with rage again. Sonia has wormed her way into Francesca’s pretty little head.

I need to rip her out.

“No,” I growl, undressing as I glare down at the princess who’s supposed to be my queen. “I’ve never said that to anyone before. Sonia was a mistake. I was young and alone and desperate for a partner. She took me in. But it wasn’t for my own good. She used me, Francesca. Like a parasite. I was only a boy. Now, I’m a man. No one uses me anymore.”

“But you use others,” Francesca mutters as I slide under the sheets next to her.

“It’s how the world works.”

“You use me.”

“That’s true,” I sigh, desperately trying to suppress my anger. Francesca doesn’t deserve it. But I can’t let her slip away either. I won’t. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t use me, too.”

“What would I use you for?”

Sliding closer to her, I wait until I can feel the heat of her tender little body before I stop myself.

“For power. For freedom. For sex.”

Slowly, I let my hand wander over to her leg. At first, she tries to pull away, but I quickly catch her thigh and pull her in to me.

She turns her head away, but her body betrays her. I can feel her skin pebbling as I brush my fingers up her bare leg.

“What good are any of those things if I’m just your property? How can I really have any freedom if I belong to you?”

“I don’t want you to belong to me because of any contract,” I tell her. “I only want you to stay with me because you want to stay with me.”

Francesca’s back arches and a jittery sigh escapes her open lips as I find her clit with my fingers. Despite her protests, she’s already wet.

She needs to learn to trust her body, especially when her mind is uncertain.

You want me, kitten. You want me just as badly as I want you.

With all the tender care I’m capable of, I begin to lead her towards ecstasy.

“And if I asked to leave right now?” she rasps, each breath she takes getting deeper and deeper.

“I would let you. Do you want to leave?”

Keeping my finger on her clit, I slip my thumb into her tight little pussy. Then, I lower my lips onto her shoulder and begin to kiss her tender skin.

Instantly, Francesca’s tiny hand wraps around my wrist. But she’s not trying to push me away. No. She’s holding on for dear life. She doesn’t want this to end. She doesn’t want to leave.

There’s nothing she could say that would make it clearer than this.

“Are you going to show me what’s in that last box?” she asks, her entire body pulsing as I slip another finger into her tight pussy. “Are you going to punish me for getting so emotional?”

“No,” I growl. Slowly, I begin to pump in and out of her begging cunt. “Now is not the time for that. This isn’t a lesson, kitten. I’m not teaching you anything. I’m telling you the truth. I’m showing you the truth. I’ll make you feel it with every fiber of your being. Can you sense it, Francesca? Can you feel how I really feel?”

Her nails dig into my skin as I pump into her pussy harder and faster. The pain she draws from me is wonderful. My forearms flex with blood, throbbing against her grip as I work my princess towards a savage ecstasy.

My own rock hard cock hardly matters. This isn’t for me. This is for her. Right now, I could care less about an heir, or the Italians, or even my duty.

Hell, Francesca is wet and open and ready to take my seed. She wants more than just my fingers, and I’m sure she wouldn’t stop me if I tried to impregnate her.

She wants my cock.

But she’s not going to get it. Not yet.