Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(24)
“You can trust that I want to kill Ivan,” she shoots back, her voice breathy and strained. “That’ll have to be good enough.”
“What if I say it’s not?” My cock grinds against her ass, and I grit my teeth harder, letting out a shuddering breath.
She chokes off a moan in her throat, shaking her head as much as she can with the limited range of motion her position allows. “Then I’d say fuck you.”
I laugh darkly. Our bodies are moving together, hips rolling and grinding, giving and seeking friction. I find her clit with my fingers again and pinch it through the fabric of her jeans. “Sorry, sweetheart. Nice offer, but I told you, we have neighbors.”
“Fuck you,” she repeats, more bite in her voice as she thrusts back against me hard, and I can tell she’s getting close to falling apart. She’s grinding against my hand openly now, her lips parted as she bumps her ass against my hips, mimicking the motions of a deep fuck.
“Again. Neighbors.”
Even as I say the words, I work her clit harder. My cock is pulsing, the mental image of fucking her for real over the hood of this car driving me so crazy that my balls are drawing up tight, heat radiating through me. If we don’t stop this soon, I’m gonna come in my fucking pants, and I won’t let that happen.
Because this isn’t about pleasure.
It’s about control.
It’s another kind of standoff, like her little power move back there in the house or our face-off in the driveway.
I palm one of her tits with my free hand as I increase the pressure and speed of my fingers on her clit, squeezing and massaging her breast as I roll my hips against her ass, letting her feel every inch of me.
River’s breathing is ragged and harsh, and she’s trembling against me, her breath misting across the hood of the car and leaving little clouds of fog on the shiny surface. Her eyes are closed, her nostrils flared, and I know she’s close. She can’t hold back her sounds, and each breath has a little moan on the tail end of it, giving her away completely.
My breathing is labored too, but I’m not stopping until she comes for me. Until she falls apart.
It doesn’t take much longer. I grind my hand against her mound, pinching her nipple this time, and I feel her body go tense beneath mine. I manage to let go of her tit and get my hand up to slap it over her mouth before she screams and lets the whole fucking neighborhood know what we’re doing, and the guttural sound of her orgasm spills out behind my palm. Her hips buck and jerk, and she shakes her head as if she can still deny it, even as the release tears through her.
She sags against the hood, breathing hard, and I draw my head back and watch her for a second, my cock still so hard that it could burst through my pants. The thought of fucking her like this, when she’s already worn out from coming once and maybe less likely to ruin it with her attitude, is a tempting one—but it would be a mistake.
I release her and step back, putting distance between us. A neutral expression falls over my face, and I channel my inner Priest so she won’t be able to tell how affected I am by what just happened. How close I was to losing it too.
I wait for her to turn around, and then shrug.
“Fine,” I say. My voice is steady and hard, although there’s a low rasp to it too. “I don’t need to know shit about you. You can keep your secrets. As long as you do what you said you’ll do, I don’t want to know anything else. But if you fuck us over, if I even get a hint that you’re thinking about fucking us over, I’ll end you.”
Her face is flushed, and her midnight blue eyes are a little glazed, which lights a bit of a fire in my gut that I steadfastly ignore.
Even beneath that, though, there’s still hatred in her gaze as she eyes me. “Fine. I don’t wanna know shit about you either. About any of you. Let’s just keep it to the mission, and maybe this won’t be completely intolerable.”
She practically spits the words at me, and I nod curtly. I can make that deal with her. There’s no need for sharing personal stories or getting buddy-buddy here. Beyond the scope of her mission, she doesn’t matter. Not to me, not to the rest of us. Ash might have the idea that he’s going to fuck her, but beyond that, we don’t need her. Once this is done, we can wash our hands of her, and that day can’t come soon enough for my liking.
“Deal,” I say. “You’ll stay here until the job is done, and then you’ll leave. The less we know about each other, the better.”
“I already know too much about you,” River mutters, eyeing me with irritation. “Pushy asshole.”
I shrug a shoulder. “This is my operation. If you’d just cooperated in the first place, then it wouldn’t have had to go so far.”
She rolls her eyes like she doesn’t give a shit about what I have to say, and she probably doesn’t. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about her so far, it’s that she operates by her own set of rules. She has some code she follows, and anything that falls outside of that is barely worth her time. I can see it in the way she talks to us, and the way she brought her piece of shit dog to our house without so much as asking for permission.
But it doesn’t matter. We’ve made the deal now.
She kills Ivan, then we go our separate ways. No need to muddy the waters between those two things happening. No need to get more involved than we have to.