Page 82 of In the Midst of Chaos

He growled when he felt my wetness.

I whimpered when he moved the cloth aside and stroked me. He inserted two fingers, gently parting my wet folds and then softly rubbing my clit.

“I need you,” I whined.

Nash pulled me off his bike, then turned me around and bent me over the seat. I laid there for a second as he pulled down his pants.

He pushed up my skirt, pulled my panties down, then thrust into me.

“Fuck,” I moaned in ecstasy.

Nash’s response was to fuck me harder and faster. My moans were all that could be heard for miles, and I didn’t care.

When I was getting close, I didn’t even have to tell him. He started to kiss the back of my neck, his pace changing and his strokes coming deeper and slower until I came with a low scream.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. “I wanted to bend you over since the moment you stepped foot in Crull Manor.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because I didn’t think your forever would include me.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Finley turned around,and damn, she was fucking sexy. Her hair was tousled from where I had gripped it, her lips plump from my kisses and her eyes still glazed from the orgasm I had just given her. And her pussy was filled with my cum.

Now that was the meaning of fucking bliss. My girl, my bike, and the wide-open road.

“But now it does, so what are you going to do about that?” she smirked at me.

I pulled up my pants, and then I grabbed onto her cheeks and forced her to look up at me.

“We’re going to take over the world,” I vowed. With her at my side, I could take over the world; our empire was going to grow. My lips were about to meet hers when we got interrupted by the last person I would have thought would find us.

“So, it’s true.” My brother’s angry voice broke through my post-orgasm haze.

Both Finley and I turned around with shock on our faces as he stood there. My chest constricted when I looked at my perfect little brother. His face was harsh. There was an angry red burn on the side, and I knew more markings covered his body. His eyes though—fuck, I knew right then and there that he already hated me.

“You couldn’t consider marriage to me because you were too busy being Nashton’s whore!” he screamed at Finley.

She squared her jaw but didn’t say more.

“Don’t,” I said, stepping in front of Finley, coming between her and my brother.

Huxley took another step forward.

“Don’t what?” he spat. “Call her a whore? She was engaged to me, and she was fucking you the whole time. Did everyone know it, just not me?”

My body was vibrating with anger, but I didn’t want to hurt him more than he already was hurting. Pride was the worst sting of all; his burns were nothing to how he was feeling now.

“Tell me? Did Dad know?” His nostrils flared when we didn’t say anything. “Duncan?” He took another step forward until we were face-to-face. “The precious club.” He mocked the words, and when I didn’t deny it, he fucking lost it.

“Where the fuck is the loyalty!” he roared. His chest was heaving. He looked like he had just run a marathon.

My eyes were trained on him, and his on me, because it doesn’t matter that Finley didn’t want him. I’d still betrayed him. Huxley lunged at me. I could taste the anger that was rolling off him. It was lethal, and I staggered back when he threw the first punch.

The second one hurt like a bitch, and by the third one, all I did was defensive moves to minimize the blows. Huxley was so enraged he didn’t notice I wasn’t fighting back, or he just didn’t care.

Finley yelled at us to stop.

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