In Peace Lies Havoc (Midnight Mayhem #1)(63)

“Wow, couldn’t you knock?”

He cuts his glare to me, running his eyes up and down my body. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

My chest rises and falls. The more time I spend with King, the more I see him open. He has a hard shell, one that, as far as I’m concerned, no one has been able to so much as scratch the surface of, but there are times, small times, where I see him struggle with something internally.

“Thanks,” I mumble, rolling my eyes. “Why is it that when you’re not yelling at me, you’re scolding me.”

His hands come to the back of my thighs, and I squeal out in shock as he picks me up from the ground. “I yell a lot,” he grunts out, biting my lip. “But you scream a lot more.” His smirk presses against my mouth.

“What are we doing, King?” I ask, searching his eyes.

He groans, rolling his head back, before coming back to me. “Why does there have to be a thing? Why can’t we just go with it?” Maybe because when people ‘just go with it’ that’s how they get hurt…

I shrug. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know where we draw the line between yelling at each other and sleeping together.”

He seems to ponder my words, his fingers flexing around my thighs. The edges of his sharp jaw tense. “Alright,” he answers, hiking me up higher. I squeeze my legs around his waist. “How about this. No strings and no label.”

I groan, my head tilting back. Gripping onto his hair, my eyes narrow. “So, this thing. You can sleep with other people?”

He pauses, his eyes slanting. “I don’t fuck girls easily.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I release his hair, and then I wish I didn’t, because now it’s standing messily over his head like a “just fucked” monster. My just fucked monster. Why am I considering this? I need my head checked. This man is dangerous. But he’s also very good in bed. And he hasn’t hurt me. Yet. I sound dumb.

He throws me onto my bed. “It means that I don’t fuck just anyone. I’m in control of myself. Are you?” he asks, his head tilting to the side.

“What? Of course I am. And what about Val?” I couldn’t stop the words from spewing out of my mouth.

He chuckles, his hands coming to my ankles to drag me down the bed until I’m half hanging off. Both his fists sink into either side of my head. He presses himself against me. “Why do you care about Val and me?”

“There’s a you and Val?” I tilt my head.

“Fuck no,” he answers. “She’s the least of your worries.”

“Oh, that’s reassuring, King. Please do go on.”

His eyes narrow, his head shaking. “You’re insane.”

I shrug, coming up to my elbows. “Maybe.” I wrap my legs around his waist and push him down on top of me. “But you’re the exact same.”

His lips crash onto mine, and he’s tearing my clothes off again.

“Wait!” I push on his chest.

He growls. Straight up growls like I’ve interrupted his feast. “What?”

“You came in here for something. What was it?”

“To tell you that we’re here.” He shrugs, before he’s biting down on my skin again, and I’m moaning his name.

He stands from the bed, removing his shirt and his jeans, pushing them down to his feet. His cock is heavy in his hand as he pumps it softly. “I need those lips around my cock, Little Bird, and I need them on there now.”

I shuffle to the edge of the bed and wrap my fingers around his thickness. Peering up at him from beneath my lashes, I roll my tongue over his tip, flicking his piercing softly.

He groans, his head tipping back as he buries his fingers in my thick mane. I can feel him down my throat as I struggle for air, desperate intakes after time. I pump him hard as he slams into my mouth. The salt from his pre-cum clings to my taste buds as I lick around him, sucking up every bit that he gives me. His pace picks up, the grip on my hair tightening. My fingers flex around his heavy thighs as he tenses, right before hot cum shoots down the back of my throat and I swallow each load like a thirsty hooker who needs to make rent.

“I’m obsessed with you,” I whisper up at him, still licking his cock.

He chuckles, gripping onto my waist and picking me up from the ground. My legs wrap around his hard waist as he slams me against the wall, his mouth sucking on my nipples. One of his arms is wrapped around my waist while his other is holding me by my thigh. His hand reaches behind as his thumb slips inside my pussy, circling it.

“Always so fucking wet for me, Little Bird. So fucking wet.” I groan as he grinds into me with his thumb, his mouth on my neck, licking me and biting me everywhere. Suddenly, his thumb is gone, and that hand is on the front of my throat. “Ever been fucked in the ass?” His grip tightens around my throat, and I know this is a warning.

I freeze. “No.”

He releases. “Good.” Shoving his thumb into my mouth, he growls, “Suck.” I do as I’m told, my tongue curling around his finger, licking off the sweetness from my body. His hand disappears again, and I feel it back between my legs as he hikes me up the wall.

His eyes search mine, a devious smirk plastered on his mouth. “Gonna have to kiss me, Little Bird, might make this easier.” His thumb dips inside me again, swirling against my walls, before he pulls it out and slips it into my ass. I tense, not sold on the foreign feeling.