Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(79)

It gets hard under my fingers, and River hisses, her hand jerking a bit.

She pokes me with the needle, though it’s barely more than a little prick.

“You’re gonna make me fuck up if you keep that up,” she warns.

“I don’t care,” I tell her with a grin.

She rolls her eyes, and I keep playing with her.

I roll her nipples between my fingers, tugging at them until she arches a little. Her breath is less even, nowhere near steady, and her hands follow that trend.

Her stitches were neat and even before, but now they’re messy and rough. It’s going to scar, but I don’t give a shit.

Not when I’m playing with her tits, drawing those noises out of her. She keeps her eyes on her work, but her focus is obviously on the way I squeeze down on her nipple with my fingers, trying to make it hurt.

When I look up at her, her blue eyes are dark and hazy, and I know she likes it. She loves the pain of it the same way I do.

River rushes through the last few passes with the needle, pulling the thread tight before snipping it off with the scissors.

“There,” she says. “I’m done. Not that you were any help.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not.”

I smirk at her and drag her closer, until she’s standing right between my legs. I shove her shirt up and push her bra cups down, exposing her tits.

She put the needle down on the counter when she was done with it, and I pick it up, twirling it between my fingers with a little smirk.

Her eyes follow the motion, and I bring that sharp point to the perky tip of her nipple, dragging it against the sensitive skin there.

I can almost feel it when she sucks in a breath, and she rocks closer to me, turned on by the slight pain that comes from the sensation.

“More?” I ask, a bit of a challenge in my voice.

“More.” She nods, her voice husky.

I narrow my eyes and move the needle to one side and then force it through her nipple, piercing it. There’s that feeling of yielding when the needle goes through her flesh, and I love that shit.

River screams, but it’s half pain, half pleasure, and it ends in a groan. Her pupils dilate, and I know she liked it.

I can’t help but grin, liking her like this. So turned on by pain and pleasure.

“Shit,” she curses, trying to catch her breath. “Fuck.”

“We’re gonna get to that,” I mumble back.

She pants as she rocks against me, and I lean over to rummage in the drawer under the sink. I keep a collection of rings for piercings in there, mostly for myself, but I know I have one that’ll fit her.

I pick one that’s slim and silver with little beads on the end, and I force it through the hole I left, tugging on it gently when it’s all the way in.

“Fuck,” River hisses again. I can smell her arousal, and I like that she’s reached the point of only being able to swear.

“You liked that,” I tell her, eyes searching her face. “I’ve never known anyone fucked up the same way I am. The same way the other guys are. But you are. I was wrong about you.”

“What?” she asks, panting and trembling against me. I can feel that anticipation curling in her. It’s the same thing I feel, wanting to take her, wanting to up the ante for this thing we started.

“I used to think you were a fox in a pack of wolves,” I tell her, running my hands, slick with her blood from the piercing, up her back. “But you’re a fucking wolf too.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” she murmurs, staring down at me.

“Fuck yeah. It means you’re on our level. Means I don’t have to be gentle with you.”

She snorts. “When were you ever gentle with anyone?”

I give her the feral grin that’s been pulling at my lips since she screamed when I pierced her. She’s right. I don’t do shit gentle. I do it messy and bloody and rough. But she’s right there with me. She keeps up beautifully, and I fucking love it.

“You don’t know the half of it,” I tell her, voice low. I rub my thumb over her nipple and then lean down to lick up the trickle of blood that drips down from her nipple. “You don’t know the shit I wanna do to you.”

Anyone else might have been worried about that, considering who I am and the fact that I just shoved a needle through her nipple in the bathroom. But River licks her lips and her dark blue eyes are nearly black with lust. Pure and primal.

“Tell me,” she whispers roughly.

I grope her as I talk, squeezing her ass, manhandling her other tit. “More piercings for sure,” I say. “You’d look hot as fuck with them. Your other nipple.” I squeeze it hard, pulling until she gasps and arches toward me. “Maybe your clit just to see how that works.”

Her breath comes out in a rough rush as I keep talking.

“I wanna mark you up. See how well your skin holds a bruise. Or a bite. I bet you mark up so fucking pretty.” I drag my hands over the tattoos I can see on her and think about more. Wolves and foxes and all kinds of shit that would look good on her soft pale skin.

River hangs on to my words like they’re the only things keeping her upright. Like she’s half drunk on them. I talk to her about cutting her, watching her bleed and licking it up, and she moans my name so softly.