Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(100)
My vision goes fuzzy around the edge, and I writhe where I’m pressed between him and the wall, trying to catch my breath while he keeps fucking into me.
Finally, he falls apart himself. He shoves in a few more times and then hisses out a string of curses between gritted teeth. He comes inside me in a warm, wet wave, and we slump against each other, breathing hard.
We stay like that for a couple minutes, then Knox pulls out and lets me down. My legs wobble for a bit when I get back on my feet, but then I steady myself and look around at the mess on the dressing room floor.
“I still need a dress, you know,” I tell him.
He looks at the shreds of the dress on the floor and then the others on the hooks that I brought in to try on.
“I guess I’ll just have to buy you all of them,” he says. “Since I can’t guarantee I won’t shred another one off you.”
His voice is low, and it’s definitely a threat, but not one that I’m upset about at all. I just chuckle and step over the shredded fabric to get the clothes I wore into the store, picking them up to get dressed.
Knox tucks his dick away, gathering up the mess of the first dress and the other two on the wall while I put my clothes back on. When I look for the remains of my panties, they’re not there anymore, and Knox is wearing an innocent expression that wouldn’t fool anyone with eyes.
I just shake my head and lead the way back out into the main part of the store.
Luckily, the chirpy sales woman isn’t nearby, waiting to pounce and ask me if everything fit alright or if I need any help. She’s across the store, helping someone else, so we make our way to the register to pay for the dresses.
“Did you find everything okay?” the woman behind the register asks. She looks like she could be the first attendant’s sister or clone or something, even down to the same smile and bleach blonde hair.
“We did,” Knox says, grinning his savage grin at her. She goes a little paler. I can tell she wants to step back, away from the counter and his looming form, but that customer service training kicks in and she stays put.
“That’s great,” she says, forcing that smile even harder.
Knox puts the two dresses on the counter and then dumps the shredded pieces of the silvery gray dress on top of them. He stands there, waiting for her to ring them up like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
The sales woman blinks at him, and Knox grins wider. “I’ll take it all.”
42
ASH
I STAND IN MY ROOM, looking myself over in the full-length mirror that hangs on the back of my door. I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I look fucking good. We always clean up nice whenever we have to go to one of these things, and it’s never a chore to put on a suit and look like a model or something for a night.
The tux I’m wearing was tailored just for me, showing off my broad shoulders and long legs. I adjust my tie and smirk before heading downstairs to see if the rest of the Kings are ready yet.
The house has been a fucking mess these past few days. Even more so than usual. You’d think with me bringing flings home whenever I want and Knox running a torture dungeon in the basement, it would be normal for things to feel off in this place, but this is different.
It feels too empty with River gone. Like the four of us aren’t enough, even though it’s always been just us here, and it was never an issue before. Then River showed up. In a few weeks, she managed to shake things up enough that her imprint is still here somehow. And without her to fill it, things just feel off balance.
Plus, Gage has been pissy as fuck lately. Even more so than usual. He’s acting all mad that Knox invited River to the gala, something Knox told him with a pleased smirk.
Gage exploded at him, asking him what part of “the arrangement is over” did he not understand. As usual, Knox wasn’t even fazed by Gage’s anger. He’s the one who can stare down all that simmering rage like it’s nothing and keep joking or whatever it was he was doing that pissed Gage off in the first place.
He just shrugged in answer and said he thought it would be fun. “Like a celebration, you know? Since we all got what we wanted out of this ‘arrangement.’” The air quote tone had been very heavy, and Gage just glowered at him, like he wanted to start something.
But he didn’t. He just stormed off, going into his library and slamming the door closed behind him.
Funny thing is, even though he acted all pissed off and has been snapping and growling at Knox ever since, he never once told him to un-invite her or made any effort to stop her from coming.
He could have, if he really wanted to. It’s not like Gage to not press an issue if it bothers him enough, so it’s obvious he’s not that upset by the thought of having River there.
“We may as well have some fun if we have to go to this thing,” was what I told Gage when he came stomping into the kitchen later that night.
“It’s not about fun,” he growled out.
“It never is with you, is it? You’re turning into Priest, and I don’t mean that in a good way.”
The result of that little comment was Gage slamming every cabinet and drawer in the entire kitchen as he made himself a late dinner, but I made my point, so whatever.
The only reason we’re going to this thing in the first place is because there are some high rollers who’ll be there who we want to chat with.