Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(69)

“Ivan,” I say, working my fingers past the waistband of her panties and then down. I rub my middle finger against her clit, smirking when she inhales sharply. Hard to tell whether it’s about my mention of Ivan or what I’m doing, but I go ahead and flatter myself to think it’s me and my touch that’s making her gasp like that.

“I was thinking about the ways to get close to him. You either have to be in his inner circle or be one of his bodyguards to get that close.”

“Yeah. I know that, dumb ass,” she snaps, her hips bucking forward as my index finger circles her hole.

“But that’s not the end of the list,” I point out. “We should find out where he gets his sex from. It’s not just from his wife, if the rumors are true. So he’s gotta be getting sex from hookers or girls looking for a sugar daddy or something. Hookers are simplest, easy to find and easy to pay off, so it seems most likely.”

“Not everyone is as—ah!—obsessed with sex as you are,” she fires back, but her tone is breathy and she arches against me as I slip a finger into her tight channel.

I smirk against the back of her neck, teasing it with a light scrape of my teeth. Her silver hair tickles my skin, and I turn my head to inhale the scent of it. “True, but I know you’ve heard the rumors about Ivan. It’s not like he’s hurting for pussy, and his wife isn’t giving it up that often. So he has to be getting it from somewhere. A man that powerful?”

She hums, either in agreement or arousal. Either one is fine with me.

River is wet now, and it eases the way for me to add another finger, pressing it inside her as deep as it can go.

“So what?” she says, pulsing her inner walls around my fingers. “You think we can use that some kind of way?”

“Yeah,” I breathe back, groaning a little when she grinds down on my lap. “It’s the one area where he won’t be as covered, I bet. Where he’ll slip up. People get messy when it comes to sex.”

“You’d know,” she retorts.

I just laugh and pull my fingers out of her to rub harder at her clit. Any more smartass comments are cut off with a moan as she presses up against my hand.

Seems like I’m not the only one who gets messy when it comes to sex, considering how she’s bucking against me like a needy little thing.

“It’s something we haven’t tried yet,” I continue. “And at this point, you can probably use any lead you can get, right? Since the other one is gone now.”

“Fuck you.” There’s no heat in her curse, and she’s panting more loudly, squirming in my lap as she gets closer to coming.

I rub harder at her clit, moving my hand faster. “What? I’m not blaming you for what went down, I’m just saying that door is closed now. So I’m offering you a window you might be able to climb through instead.”

It’s getting more difficult for me to speak coherently, since I’m pretty sure all the blood in my damn body has migrated down to my cock. I’m hard as hell just from the feeling of her softness pressed against me, the way she writhes on my lap.

She’s so responsive, her body attuned to every touch, every press of my fingers.

River opens her mouth to say something, but whatever it is doesn’t come out. Instead, she moans and closes her eyes, and I can feel her core pulsing as she comes.

I rub her through it, taking her over the edge until she finally finishes riding out the waves of her release. She slumps against me for a second, her head lolling on my shoulder. Then she gets up and turns around so she’s on my lap facing me.

Her eyes flash with heat, dark and intense like the night sky, and she reaches down for my pants and the bulge of my erection pressing against them. I know what she wants next. She’s ready to ride me, ready to see me make good on the comment I made earlier about only wanting to fuck her hole.

Instead of giving in to the desire screaming through my body, I grab her around the waist and switch our positions again so that she’s sitting on the couch and I can stand up.

Her mouth opens silently in surprise, and I give her a little smile, pressing a tiny kiss to the tip of her nose. “Just think about what I said. It could be worth something.”

It feels almost impossible to walk out of the room, leaving the gorgeous silver-haired vixen panting on the couch. My cock is throbbing and my balls ache with desire, but I don’t let myself look back at her.

If I do, I won’t be able to resist.





29





RIVER





THE NEXT AFTERNOON, I’m in my bedroom, sitting on the bed painting my nails. I take off the old color with a cotton pad, watching the vibrant orange be stripped away by the acetone, leaving the smeared color on the cotton and my nails bare.

I’m going for a sea green this time, and I shake the bottle up, thinking about what Ash said last night.

Honestly, every time I think about it, it’s hard for me to remember the conversation without thinking about the way he made me come. And how bad I wanted his cock.

He’s such a fucking asshole about it, and I don’t understand why. He always backs away at the end, always punks out before it’s time to close the deal. He gets me all worked up, makes me come some other way, and then won’t fuck me when I want him to.

I know he’s a fucking man slut, giving it up to any other woman who wants him, so what the hell? If he can’t tell I’m interested by now, then I don’t know what to say to him. If I wasn’t, I would have knocked him out for touching me the first time.