Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(23)

“I told you all you need to know, so mind your own damn business.”

He takes a step closer, getting in my face, and I don’t back down. He’s taller than me by a good bit, well over six feet tall, but I’m not afraid of him. I’m just as pissed off as he is, riding my anger and letting it make me bold.

“You need to watch your mouth,” he growls, the words rumbling in his chest.

“Oh, fuck you!” The words explode out of me, carried on a wave of anger. “You’re not the fucking boss of me. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“You don’t realize the position you’re in.”

“And you don’t realize that I don’t give a shit about your intimidation act. If you’re gonna kill me, then do it! Stop with these fucking threats and bullshit. I’m not telling you anything you don’t need to know.”

We’re only inches apart now, right up in each other’s faces. He’s still speaking in a low voice, but I’m practically shouting, every word growing in volume.

Gage makes a move like he’s going to touch me, either to shove me or grab me or whatever, and I yank back, fury in my eyes. That just seems to piss him off more. He reaches out again, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around so fast that the world blurs around me for a moment. He shoves me forward, pressing me to the hood of the car that Knox picked me up in.

“Be quiet,” he hisses low in my ear. His breath is warm on my face, and I fight the urge to shiver as it tickles against my skin. “We have neighbors.”

“Get the fuck off me, you asshole!” I struggle against his hold, pushing back against him as I try to leverage us both away from the car.

He grunts, adjusting his grip on me to keep me in place, and I start to wriggle in his grasp again, looking for a way to elbow him in the face or twist out of his hold. He’s caging me in with his body, and when he shoves me even harder against the hood of the car, my pelvis grinds against the hot metal, sending an involuntary shiver of pleasure through me.

Without even meaning to, I let out a soft gasp that turns into a moan.

Gage freezes, his body still draped over mine.

His hips press against my ass, and my breath catches in my throat as I realize… he’s hard.





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GAGE





JESUS.

Her body is right there beneath mine, my chest pressed to her back, her ass firm against my crotch.

I can feel the heat of her through our clothes, and it just adds to the heat of everything else coursing through me. I’m fucking pissed off at her attitude and the way she refuses to tell me anything that would be helpful. We could have just killed her for what she did, for testing us and being so close-mouthed about everything, but we didn’t.

We gave her a chance, and she’s acting like we’re the ones putting her out.

My blood is pumping through my body, and I can hear it pounding in my ears. My hand itches, as if it wants to grab my gun and get rid of this wildcat right now before she can cause us any more trouble.

But still, despite all of that—or maybe because of it—my cock throbs insistently, wanting to press harder against her and feel more of her heat and softness.

I know she can tell. She can clearly feel my cock pressed to her ass, and she lets out another soft groan as she shifts beneath me.

It’s like she’s teasing me, and that just makes my fury burn even hotter. It’s not a fucking game, and she’s acting like she’s playing to win.

I release my grip on her with one hand and shove it down between us, cupping her through her pants. She sucks in a sharp breath, grinding forward against my palm.

Like she can’t help her reaction to me.

Fuck. Goddammit.

I can’t fucking help myself.

Keeping her boxed in, pressed over the hood of the car, I slide my fingers over her jeans-covered pussy. I can feel the heat of her even through her clothes, and with her back pressed against me, I’m aware of every slight hitch in her breath as I tease her with my fingertips, moving them back and forth over her clit.

She shivers, and I press a little harder, sliding my fingers lower to tease her entrance. I can’t put them inside her because her pants are in the way, but I press harder anyway, grinding the heel of my hand against her clit. It’s enough to make her whine softly, her hips rolling against my touch, seeking more.

I use my weight to pin her down against the car, making sure she can’t move. My cock throbs against the soft curve of her ass as she arches her back a little.

“We have neighbors,” I remind her again, my voice hoarse. “You don’t want them to hear this, do you?”

River growls under her breath and stills her hips, breathing hard through her nose like she doesn’t want to give me the satisfaction of a reaction.

I narrow my eyes and grind my hand against her even more, then slide my fingers up and tease her clit through her jeans. A gasp escapes her rigid silence, and her hips jerk and then stop, as if she wants to ride my hand but won’t let herself.

I don’t say anything, just keep touching her. My cock is like iron, hard and throbbing, straining painfully against my zipper. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, or how the hell this happened. How we went from fighting to dry humping against the car.

“Are you going to tell me what I want to know?” I murmur in her ear, rocking into her and making the car sway a little beneath us. “So that I can be sure we can trust you?”