Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(91)

He bends me over the sink and shoves my skirt down, ripping my underwear off in one go.

My cunt is wet and throbbing, and Gage wastes no time slamming into me. I practically howl with pleasure, and I can feel my walls contracting, going tight around his cock like they don’t want to let him go.

He hisses a curse under his breath, fingers tight on my hips and then draws himself out slowly, making sure I can feel every inch of him.

I’m already so worked up, and it sends an electric shiver up my spine.

“Don’t fucking tease,” I gasp out, trying to push my hips back and get more of him.

He laughs darkly. “I don’t plan on teasing.”

I open my mouth to tell him that it doesn’t look like it when he’s stalling with just the tip of his cock in me, but then he slams himself forward again, and I lose the breath and presence of mind to say fucking anything.

All the thoughts fly right out of my head, and it’s all I can do to brace myself against the counter while he fucks me hard and dirty.

I can hear him slapping against me, hear his cock moving in my soaking wet core. The bathroom is full of the scent of us fucking and the sounds of it, and it’s so much. It’s so good.

Gage doesn’t speak. It seems like he’s not really one for dirty talk most of the time, preferring to let his actions speak louder than his words, but that’s fine with me. I don’t have the breath for words, and I’m too focused on how goddamn good it feels with him fucking me like this.

He makes my body sing, pleasure and lust climbing higher and higher while he works me over. I know there will be bruises in the shape of his fingers on my hips tomorrow, and I’ll be sore from how hard he’s fucking me, but in the moment, I can’t bring myself to give a shit.

All I care about is how his cock feels in me and how big and imposing he is behind me. How he controls the way we fuck, pulling me back into some of the thrusts or holding me still and making me take it.

All the heat and sensation are filling me up, making it hard to breathe around the pleasure sitting right in the center of my body. It rises higher and higher, and then a little bit higher after that, and my mouth falls open on a silent scream as my orgasm slams into me with force.

My moan is strangled, and I bite back a scream as I shake through the pleasure.

“Goddamn,” Gage pants. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I don’t have words to reply, and my knees shake, a little bit like jelly after how hard I just came.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Gage growls, low and intense. He pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty, my cunt clenching around nothing. Even him pulling his cock out is enough to send shivers through me.

He drags my skirt all the way down, and I kick it off, sending it flying into the corner. That’s something to deal with later, because right now all I can think about is getting his cock back in me.

Gage seems to be on the same page.

He picks me up and slams me against the wall, my back hitting it with a thud. I don’t feel any pain from that. All I can feel is the heat still rising from my pussy and the desire that’s clawing at me relentlessly.

He lines up and shoves his cock back into my sopping hole, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

His eyes are dark green now, so dark they’re nearly black with how turned on he is. His cock is slick with my arousal, sliding in so easily. Like it was made for me. Like he was made for me.

And my body welcomes him eagerly. I just came, but I’m still needy for more. Gage gives it to me hard and fast, fucking me against the wall with the same force he was using earlier.

I claw at his shoulders, his back, his hair, desperate for something to hold on to while he sends me spinning into the beginnings of another orgasm.

It’s hard to breathe, harder to think, and I hold on for dear life, clenching around his cock. It’s not going to just be me that falls apart this time. I’m taking him with me.

“Shit,” Gage hisses, and I can hear his control fracturing by the tone in his voice. His fingers dig into my thighs where they hold me up, and his cock pulses inside of me.

I’m not far behind, though, and before I milk an orgasm out of him, I’m tipping over into another one. I kiss him and moan my pleasure into his mouth, letting him taste it and swallow it all down.

He comes with a low snarl of his own pleasure, filling me up with a few more erratic thrusts that set off aftershocks in my body.

We stay like that for a few minutes, and when I get a good look at Gage’s face, I can see more of my makeup has smeared over it. Both of us have that gray pallor to our skin now. Like ghosts.

Gage lets me down so my feet touch the cool, tiled floor, and we slump against each other, exhausted and spent.





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RIVER





I STAY like that for a few more minutes, slumped in Gage’s arms, feeling blissfully calm and empty. It’s like all of my emotions and bad feelings were washed away by the orgasms, and even though it left me feeling wrung out, it’s not in a bad way. My head is clearer than it was after I killed Ivan, and I like that.

After a while I wiggle in Gage’s arms, feeling restless and ready to have some space. I push him away, and he lets go of me and steps back.

We’re both disheveled and messy as hell. My hair is a mess from his hand being fisted in it while I sucked his cock, and his clothes are rumpled. His mouth is kiss bruised, that scar on his lip stark against the makeup smeared around his face. His cock is still hanging out of his pants, soft and spent now.