Page 8 of Princes of Carnage

The flames of need that are already in me are from someone else, and this is doing nothing to fan them higher.

I should’ve known this would happen. I usually can’t get off this way at all, but I thought maybe with that agitated, unsettled feeling buzzing through me, it would be different this time. That something would push me over the edge. But it’s not working.

I squirm a little, closing my eyes and biting my lower lip so hard that it aches, until I finally give up and thread my fingers into Emmett’s hair, tugging on it to urge him to his feet.

He glances at me as he rises, looking confused for a second, but I draw him in for a kiss before he can ask what’s up, wrapping my legs around his waist to press him against my body.

I can taste myself on his lips, the salty sweet tang of my arousal, and I chase the flavor deeper into his mouth, letting my tongue dance with his. He groans into it, grinding forward. His cock is rock hard in his pants, and I can feel it pressing against my bare pussy as he works his hips in a slow roll.

That feels better, but it’s not the right angle. I shift a little, trying to get more direct pressure on my clit, but Emmett must take that as me being uncomfortable because he shifts too, putting more distance between us.

His teeth graze my bottom lip, but he doesn’t bite down. Instead he just lets me feel the edge of those teeth and then soothes the practically non-existent sting away with the flat of his tongue.

Frustration sits like a heavy weight in my stomach, and I groan.

It’s like our bodies weren’t made to fit together this way. All of it is too… soft. None of it gets my blood pumping or pushes me close to the edge where I’m about to come undone, screaming and clawing out my release.

I pull away from the kiss. Emmett is flushed, his hair messy and his eyes dark with desire.

“What do you want?” he asks breathlessly. “I could—” He presses his hips forward again, letting me feel him against me.

“Mm,” I hum. “Just… here.”

I reach down and grab one of his hands, bringing it up so his fingers are at my throat.

His eyes go wide, darting from side to side like this is something that could get him in trouble. Something he’s not supposed to be doing.

“You like this?” he asks.

I nod. “But harder.”

His fingers squeeze with the barest hint of pressure, and then he’s pulling his hand away. “Like that?”

Disappointment settles in my gut, cold and undeniable. This isn’t going to work. Emmett isn’t the type to give me what I need, and even if he was willing to try, the last thing I want to do right now is teach someone how to fuck me like they mean it. I want someone who already knows and is eager to do it.

My tongue darts out, licking my lips, and I unwind my legs from around his waist.

“I… I don’t think this is a good idea.” I shake my head, putting a hand on his chest.

He takes a half step back, disappointment flashing across his face. “Why not?”

“It’ll complicate things too much,” I tell him, inwardly cursing myself for letting a moment of rash impulsivity break my carefully constructed rules. I’ve never fucked around with a member of Enigma, not even before I became leader of the gang, and it would be stupid to start now. “I don’t want anything to get weird between us. It’s not worth that risk, so it’ll just be easier if we don’t go down this path.”

That’s not the only reason I put a stop to things, but it’s the only reason he needs to know about. It’s not even his fault that he can’t get me off. Not really. I’m broken in a way that means most men can’t.

“Oh. Okay,” Emmett says slowly, pulling away fully. “If that’s what you want.”

“I think it’s what’s best. You’re too important to Enigma, and to me, to let a quick fuck make things awkward, you know?”

He nods, although the disappointment is still clear in his eyes. “Yeah, I understand. That’s what makes you a good leader, you put the gang ahead of everything else. And if you ever change your mind… well, you know where to find me.”

He gives me a lopsided smile, and I make myself smile back, even though the atmosphere in the room definitely has turned a bit awkward. I’m still sitting on the desk with my pants around my ankles, and now that we’re no longer touching, I can feel cool air against my pussy.

“Yeah,” I say, sliding off the desk and tugging my pants back up. “I do.”

Emmett fixes his own clothes and runs his fingers through his hair, setting his appearance back to rights. There’s a moment of silence between us before he clears his throat and says, “Well, I should head up and take care of some things. You’ll be okay down here?”

“Yeah,” I tell him. “I’ll be fine.”

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