Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(54)
“Oh, it sucks when the shoe’s on the other foot, huh?” I shoot back. “Maybe I don’t want to let you off the hook that easily.”
“Maybe I don’t give a fuck what you want.”
“Well, that’s obvious. If you did, I wouldn’t be here. You’re holding me hostage in your fucking house, and you won’t even give me anything entertaining to keep myself occupied. Tell me why these books.”
“I’m not telling you anything!” The words rip out of him, and there’s pure rage behind them. His eyes are snapping with it, and he’s practically growling at me.
“Just a little hint?” I ask, putting on a pleading face. “Small one? Were you some kind of nerd in school? You don’t seem like the type.”
Before I can get out another taunt, he grabs my upper arms in a tight grip. I can feel the strength and anger in the press of his fingers, and I know I’ll have marks there later.
I half expect him to shove me forcibly out of the room, but instead, he drops his head and crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me hard enough to bruise.
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RIVER
GAGE KISSES ME HARD, biting down on my lower lip and dragging it into his mouth to suck on it before releasing it with a loud pop. A little noise of frustrated pleasure spills from my mouth, and I grab his shirt, hauling him back in for more.
He doesn’t resist, devouring my mouth with his, hot and slick and messy. It’s the same thing I did with Ash earlier, kissing him to get him to shut up and stop saying shit I didn’t want to hear. I know that’s what he’s doing right now.
But somehow, I don’t care.
His hands roam over my shoulders and down my arms, finding their way around to fit in between my back and the bookshelf I’m still pressed against. He manages to grab twin handfuls of my ass, groping me hard, and I moan into his mouth all over again.
I can’t control my reaction to it, and I don’t even try that hard, really. It’s all happening too fast.
All the anger and hate between us is coming out as this hot, intense sexual desire, and I feel like it would burn me up if I tried to ignore it.
I can feel how hard Gage is as he presses forward, grinding into me. I press back against him, rubbing against the hardness of his body.
With a little growl of desire, his mouth moves from mine down to my jaw, leaving biting, open-mouthed kisses as he blazes a trail to my neck.
I gasp when he bites at just the right spot, arching against him and tipping my head back.
That seems to give him an idea, and one hand releases my ass to fist in my hair, yanking it enough to one side that he has complete access to my neck. His mouth is hot and wet, and it feels like it’s everywhere as he kisses me, my body responding eagerly to his touch no matter what my mind might think about him.
My nipples go hard and tight, and my pussy throbs with need. It still feels too empty from when Ash rejected me, and it’s almost like it can sense that there’s a chance to fix that right now.
“Fuck,” I groan, pulling against Gage’s hold on my hair just to feel the sharp pain that comes from the resistance.
He doesn’t say anything, releasing my hair after a moment and letting the silvery strands fall over my shoulders as his hands start roaming again. They find my nipples, and he pinches and tweaks them through my shirt at first before sliding his hands under the fabric and shoving my bra out of the way.
His mouth trails down lower, and he presses those hot, feverish kisses along the skin of my chest and my tits, tugging down the neckline of my shirt until he finds one nipple and takes it between his teeth, biting down and none too gently.
I cry out at the sharp sting of it, squirming against the shelves while he practically feasts on my tits, leaving even more biting kisses in his wake.
Pinned in place, it’s all I can do to stay upright against the shelves, letting him run his mouth over my skin and my nipples. My pussy is wet again, so desperate to be touched or filled or something, and I grind even harder against him, searching for the friction to take the edge off.
Gage finally looks up again, and his jade green eyes are dark now. There’s still anger there, but it’s being crowded out by the raw lust emanating from him. It’s a damn good look on him, and I reach up to grab ahold of the back of his neck, pulling him down so I can kiss him again.
He grunts out something that might be a curse or might be my name, but I swallow the sound either way, shoving my tongue into his mouth and almost daring him to keep up with me.
And he does. He kisses back with equal intensity, matching my pace until we’re both breathless.
I’m the first one to pull back, needing to catch my breath while my head spins. Gage takes advantage of the moment and rips my shirt over my head, exposing my bare chest to the air of the room.
He yanks my bra off, and I half expect him to go back to my tits, but instead, his hands go down lower, undoing the button and zipper on my jeans so he can drag them down.
Gage’s already dark eyes turn almost black as he stares down at me. Without saying a thing, he drops to his knees in front of me and takes those kisses down to my pussy.
He sucks and licks at it like it’s the best thing he’s tasted all year, his tongue working itself along my folds and circling my hole with precision. I can’t help the way I shiver at how it feels, the heat and pleasure of it shooting through me. I still feel sensitive from Ash making me fall apart so many times less than an hour ago, and Gage’s mouth on me feels amplified, as if every sensation is turned up to eleven.