Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(36)

Not many people share my passion for pain. Hell, most of them don’t even understand it, but here she is, doing this because she wants to. Because she likes it.

“Come here a second,” I say to her, and she steps away from Reggie to follow me over to the counter where I laid everything out.

“You ever seen most of these before?”

“In hardware stores and shit, yeah,” she replies, eyes on the gleaming metal. “Damn, a hammer?”

I laugh and nod over to Reggie. “Can’t grope anybody if his hand doesn’t work.”

Her eyes go dark at that.

“What’s this?” She points to the hot stick.

“Burns him,” I tell her. “I can make designs if I want to.” I hold it close enough that she can feel the heat pouring off it.

She reaches out and runs her fingers over the scalpel I used before, and I pick it up and drag it lightly over the exposed skin of her arm. There’s not enough pressure to cut her, my touch is so light, but she can feel how sharp the blade is.

River shivers in response.

I grab a different knife, this one with jagged edges, designed to leave a mess behind when you rip it out of someone, and let that trail over her skin too. I hold her gaze and follow the lines of her collarbones with it, watching her skin flush at the touch. She leans in closer to me, letting the knife dig just slightly into her skin, her eyes hazy and her pupils blown out.

Fuck.

My cock is getting harder and harder, just from watching her react to everything. Pain and desire blending the way they always do in my head.

Reggie’s sobs and sniffles taper off, and when I look over, I can tell he’s passed out from the pain and the stress and hopefully the shame of being a piece of shit.

But it leaves us in the quiet. Together.

I’m just focused on River now anyway, and I reach out, grabbing her jaw in a tight hold.

She doesn’t jerk away, just stares up at me with those deep blue eyes, letting me see what this is doing to her.

I can’t hold back. To be fair, I don’t even try that hard. I just do what I want to, which is to drag her forward into a hot, hard kiss.

Instead of punching me in the dick or something, River responds. She kisses me back, making low, filthy sounds into my mouth. She fists the front of my shirt with one hand like she needs something to hold on to, and I plunge my tongue into her mouth like she plunged that knife into Reggie’s thigh, trying to devour her.

“Fuck,” I pant when I pull back for breath.

“Yeah?” she mumbles back. “Is that what you wanna do?” She reaches down and rubs my cock through the tent in the front of my pants, and I know there’s no way I’m hiding how turned on I am by this.

I don’t want to anyway.

“Yeah,” I tell her. “Fuck, yeah. Wanna put my cock in you and fuck you until you scream.”

“You going to hurt me?”

“Is that what you want?”

Instead of answering, she grips my cock a little harder, letting me feel the strength in her hand. My hips buck forward, and I choke back a moan of my own.

My blood beats through me, and I drop the knife that was in my hand to the counter with a clatter. Both hands grip her ass, dragging her in closer so I can grind against her.

She’s just as hot as I am, and I know if I were to put my hand down the front of her little shorts, I’d find her wet.

The smell of blood and sweat is high in the air, mingling with the thick, musky scent of arousal. It’s all so fucking good, and I dig my fingers harder into the flesh of her ass, letting her feel it.

“Fuck,” she gasps, bucking against me.

I can feel the heat of her body, and I need to be inside her. My cock is so hard it’s about to burst through the front of my jeans at this point.

Pulling away from her, I spin her around so she’s bent over the counter. This puts her facing Reggie, who’s slumped in his chains against the wall.

There’s something hot as hell about that to me. The idea of her watching the product of what we did together while I sink my cock into her sexy little body?

I fucking love it.

And the craziest thing is, I think she loves it too.





14





RIVER





HOLY. Fucking. Shit.

I wasn’t expecting this at all when I came down here, but I’m sure as hell not complaining.

Desire and arousal and plain fucking need rip through my body, and I’m more turned on than I’ve been in a long time. My head spins with it, keeping me off balance and breathless.

Good thing I’ve got Knox’s counter of sharp shit to hold me up.

I can see the fucker Knox and Priest dragged in, passed out like a sack of potatoes against the wall.

Hurting him felt good. He nearly raped a woman, and making him feel agony for that gave me a sense of control and satisfaction that needed an outlet, clearly.

And then Knox started showing me his tools, and suddenly my body was on fire with need.

There’s something about how easily he wields them. How he’s out here giving out justice and making something that might as well be art when people deserve it. I barely even know this man. But I want him. It’s lust, plain and simple.

Animal.

Hedonistic.

Both of us boiled down to our most basic aspects and desires.