Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(38)

I cry out, shaking myself apart as the full force of my pleasure slams into me with the same speed as Knox’s dick. I writhe where I’m stuck between him and the counter, feeling myself clench around his cock, trying to milk it of everything it has to offer.

That’s enough to get Knox to follow me over the edge, and he swears low and hot as he pumps himself into me, spilling his release in a mess inside my core.

For a little while, we just stay like that, breathing hard, waiting to come back to ourselves.

I still have that out of my skin feeling, like I’ve transcended something and become something else in the time it took me to come undone on Knox’s cock.

One big hand squeezes my ass and smears the blood on my back. He runs his fingers over one of my tattoos, then pulls out with a wet sound, leaving the mess to drip out of me.

“Holy shit. You’re distracting as hell,” he says with a little laugh. “But I need to finish up here.”

I glance up at the guy against the wall, having almost forgotten about him in my pleasure. He’s passed out again, head slumped and body heavy like a sack of bricks.

I laugh along with Knox, the sound bursting out of me before I can stop it.

My body is still buzzing from the orgasm and the good feelings that came along with it. I pull my shorts up and grab the shredded mess of my shirt and bra, holding them over my chest.

I guess I’m going back upstairs like this.

Knox runs his gaze over me and then grabs me again, kissing me hard and dirty. It’s a nice little bow on what we just did, and I smirk when he turns to go back to his work, making this shithead pay for his sins.





15





PRIEST





THE DOG STARES AT ME, and I stare right back at it, not moving an inch. There’s no hostility, and it’s not growling or raising its hackles like it wants to attack me.

It’s just… staring.

I walked into the kitchen to get a snack and accidentally kicked the dog bowl that appeared on the floor sometime between now and this morning, startling the dog and catching its attention.

Animals don’t really take to me, and that’s fine. I don’t get them either. They look at me like I’m an oddity. Like they don’t understand what’s going on in my head. I throw their instincts off or something, and that doesn’t work to make it easy for me to be around them.

This fucking mutt that the girl brought with her is no exception, and he already seems to have taken up residence here like he owns the place.

I can’t take the fucking thing staring at me, in my own home no less, so I get up, planning to head back upstairs.

Knox will be busy down in the basement for who knows how long, and it’s nice to have the house quiet. Gage is at the club, I’m sure, and I don’t know where the girl is. River.

Almost as if thinking her name made her appear, she comes up from the basement, shutting the door behind her.

She looks a mess, and I’ve lived with Ash for long enough that it’s not hard to tell what she’s been up to down there.

She’s tousled and flushed and smells like sex. She’s topless, which makes sense considering she’s holding the shreds of her shirt to her chest, barely covering her breasts. There’s a thin trickle of blood running down her back as well, but she doesn’t seem to care.

When she sees me, she stops, but there’s no shame on her face, just surprise.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I demand.

River just smirks, not bothered. “I know you don’t have sex, but you’ve still got to know what a freshly fucked woman looks like. Ash clearly bangs enough women that you must know all about the birds and the bees.”

I don’t react to her taunts about me not having sex. I can guess where she heard that, and I keep my mouth shut and my face impassive on that subject.

All those worries I had about her before are right there, staring me in the face. I knew she was going to be trouble from the second I laid eyes on her, defiantly telling Gage she wasn’t going to give him any information.

I don’t want her here. I don’t want her causing trouble, and it’s clear that’s just what she intends to do.

“Don’t fuck with my brothers,” I tell her in a hard voice, trying to make sure the warning sticks. “We have business to take care of, and we don’t need you being a distraction.”

That doesn’t do anything to dim her smirk. If anything, it just turns even more smug. “Knox didn’t seem to have an issue with being distracted for a little bit,” she tells me with a shrug. “But maybe that’s the issue.”

She steps closer to me, but I hold my ground, not giving her the satisfaction of letting her see me react to it at all.

“Would you rather I fuck with you?” she asks. “Are you jealous?”

River closes even more of the distance between us, lifting a hand to trail it down my chest and stomach, heading straight for my crotch.

I grab her wrist before she can get too far, not caring to be gentle with her when I push her away from me.

“Fuck off. I’m not playing this game with you.”

“Who said it was a game?” she fires back. “And even if it was, you look like you could stand to remember how to have fun.”

I can feel my anger rising, and I want to lash out at her, to tell her she’s nothing and no one. She doesn’t matter, and she’s not going to push my buttons. But even doing that would be admitting she’s getting under my skin. It would give her too much power. She stands there looking smug and defiant, as if she’s above everything and everyone. As if she’s untouchable.