Page 101 of Ruthless Reign

“And if he does anything to hurt you, I’ll open every fucking stitch I just closed and bleed him dry.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Was this his permission?

“You can have him,” he gritted out between his teeth, his hands flexing at his sides. “But not tonight.”

The air in the tight space shifted, pulsing with something electric that set my every nerve ending ablaze and made my skin sing.

“Tonight, you’re mine.”

A whimper passed my lips before Hardin crushed his mouth to mine. His fist twisted into my hair, drawing me closer to him, forcing my body to mold to his as he lifted me by the ass, grinding his growing cock into my pussy through my jeans.

I cursed against his lips and he used the opportunity to claim my mouth with his tongue.

I rolled my hips into him, earning myself an animal sound from the back of his throat as my back collided with a hard shelf and metal cans clattered to the concrete floor beneath us. I reached out for something to hold onto, shoving more shit off the shelves until my hands curled around the steel bars holding up the shelves themselves.

Pulling myself up, I arched my back and angled my hips, pressing harder into him as his lips claimed my chin, my throat, the top of my chest through Kaleb’s shirt.

Hardin ripped it off and I winced, hoping Kaleb wouldn’t miss it as it fell to the floor beneath us to join the mess we made.

Rough hands palmed my tits and the fabric of my bra tore as he tried to jerk it out of the way.

I moaned as his teeth caressed my nipple, tongue flicking out to taste me as he gripped me by the waist, using me to fuck him through his pants.

My wetness seeped through my panties and I could feel it painting the front of his jeans, but that only seemed to wind him up even more. He bit my nipple, just hard enough to make me cry out before he licked away the pain, teasing it to a stiff peak.

“The things I want to do to you, Hawk,” his voice was a rumble against my chest. Restrained and full of power.

“Take me,” the words were a plea. I needed this as badly as he did. I needed him to take me away from this nightmare we were living in. Make me feel alive when we were two steps shy of slipping into our graves if we were careful. If we weren’t strong.

I wanted him to claim me in the way I knew he needed to claim me right now. In the way only he could.

“Take me,” I cried out and he spun me around. I just caught myself on the shelf and was almost ripped to the ground as he tore off my pants, but my grip on the shelving kept me upright as air kissed my pussy.

He kicked my legs apart.

I moved to reach back, but he gripped my wrist and put my hand back on the shelf in front of me. Wordlessly demanding that I hold on and not let go.

“Do you trust me, Hawk?”

I gasped as cool metal brushed my inner thigh.

I couldn’t look down. I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing what Hardin was pushing steadily up my thigh, even if I recognized the feel of the smooth metal barrel.

“Yes,” I said, the word breaking on my lips as the tip of Hardin’s weapon brushed my wet clit.

I shook, and he steadied me with a hand on my thigh as he eased the business end of the barrel over my clit, rubbing it in slow, torturous circles.

“Hardin, wait,” I spluttered as he pushed the tip of it inside. “Stop.”

He pushed me hard against the shelf when I tried to turn around and I felt the barrel enter me, filling me with cold hard steel in a way that had me moaning even though my heart felt like it was going to pound a hole through my chest.

My skin burned and my body trembled as all-consuming fear warred with uncontrolled desire. Black spots danced in at the edges of my vision as my pussy clenched around the gun and Hardin began to rub my thumb over my clit as he fucked me with it.

“This is what you like, isn’t it, Hawk?” he whispered roughly in my ear and the feel of him, warm breath and rough stubble against my neck made me feral with the need to be dominated. “Does it make you feel alive? Hm?”

“Yes,” I panted, my hips moving of their own volition now, hungry for more. More pressure in my pussy. More of his fingers on the most sensitive parts of me.

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