In Peace Lies Havoc (Midnight Mayhem #1)(57)

His chuckle vibrates through the silent bedroom, hitting all the corners of my soul on its way out. Before he can answer, or I can say anything, his hands are latched around my ankles, and he’s dragging me down the bed. He tears off my shorts while I remove my bra, tossing them to the side.

I hold my breath, waiting for whatever he’s going to do, but well aware that he could quite possibly walk away from me like he did last time and end up screwing Val.

His finger glides down my clit. “How many men have you fucked?”

“What?” I ask, panting. “Why would you ask that right now?”

“I need to know how many you’ve fucked.” His fingertip meets my entrance. He turns it softly, hitting every nerve.

“I don’t know.”

“That many?” he scolds.

“Five?”

“Five, huh.” He slaps my pussy—the motherfucker spanked my pussy—before he shoves his finger inside of me. I cry out, my back lifting off the bed. “Five men?” He’s almost whispering it to himself. “Hope they fucked you rough.” His finger massages me inside while his thumb presses against my clit. My stomach clenches, and my insides spin around and around, constantly trying to catch the high my orgasm threatens to give me. His mouth covers my clit, and his slick tongue slides over me, circling and pressing. I cry out as my orgasm rolls through me, wave after wave, slowly getting smaller and smaller.

He crawls up my body, grabs me by the waist and lifts me half in the air, his cock pushing inside of me. I clench around him like a vise, not willing to let him go.

“Fuck,” he groans, dropping my hips back down onto the bed and covering my body with his. “So fucking tight, and so fucking mine.” He caresses my throat softly as he extracts and enters. Slowly pumping inside, stretching me with every thrust. I feel the coolness of his silver piercing scrape against my wall as I contract around him. I cry out again, my legs wrapping around his waist.

He chuckles, his grip tightening around my throat, as he picks up his pace. “So fucking wet for me.”

My mouth opens, but he’s thrashing into me so hard that my words jerk and swallow.

His fingers dig into my thigh as his other hand comes to my wrists and pins them above my head. I cry out in pain. It’s too much. The overwhelming sensations are drowning me, not one part of my body numb.

“Who—” he growls, biting the flesh on my neck hard and pulling it between his teeth, “—owns you.” He dives inside of me again, slowing his thrust. The rhythm is powerful. With ever thrust of his hips, he fills me to the brink, until our bodies are slapping together in sweat.

I scream—fucking scream—as another orgasm slashes me open and has me bleeding out my cries in raw hunger. I throb around him, and he chuckles.

“King,” I plead, wrapping my arm around the back of his neck.

“That’s right, baby.” He leans up, flipping me onto my stomach. He slaps my ass cheek, the heavy sting biting my flesh. I yelp as he grips onto my hips and pulls me up on all fours. Wrapping my hair around his wrist, he yanks my head back, his lips on my ear. He enters me again from behind, his thick length sliding inside of me. I wince at the pain, but when he hisses and his hand comes to my throat, I know I want to go again, even if it might kill me. “That’s exactly who the fuck owns you.” Tugging on my hair, he yanks my head back with one hand and locks onto the back of my neck with the other as he slams into me relentlessly. Over and over again. I feel my stomach curl, my pussy throb, and my clit swell, just as I release, another scream splitting through the walls.

He pulls out, and I feel hot liquid shoot onto my back. I can barely keep my eyes open as I drop back down onto my belly, my eyes drifting closed. I don’t even have enough energy to care about the cum dripping down my back.

I feel the bed lift from his weight. “King?” I whisper, so softly and using what little energy I have left. “Will you tell me why you’re so confusing?”

He chuckles softly. “One day.”





I remember my obsession with birds. My mom said I wanted to own a big bird enclosure and keep as many as I could. Of course, that never happened, but I remember the feeling I had. The want. The obsession that overrode my common sense.

That same feeling has somewhat come back.

I fucked King last night.

I groan, rolling onto my side, while flinching from the bruises over my hips and collarbone.

Deep chuckling reverberates from the entryway, and I snap up to see Killian standing there with a cheesy grin on his face, spooning granola into his smug mouth.

“What?” I swing my legs over the bed, hiding my flinch. I look around the room and wince at the mess. It looks like a stampede of angry animals had run through it. Clothes are everywhere, and the small dresser has been moved to the middle of the room, almost tipping over. He picked me up and slammed me against the dresser, placing me on top and sinking back inside of me…

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. I mean, that was the longest foreplay in history.” Killian nods his head. “Get changed. We’re going to crash a party.”

“A party?”

Killian nods.

“In Texas?”

He nods again, before realizing how lost I am. “You think we don’t know people after visiting the same places almost every couple years?”