Page 62 of Havoc

“Oh, good, so you’re in the mood, are you?”

She leant down and whispered into my ear, “You know it, now you better be ready.”

Presley shifted so she could pull my pants down and she quickly grabbed my cock that was already hard for her. Just the mere mention of her wanting me had me as hard as rock candy. She slid my cock into her, and I wanted to come instantly. I grabbed hold of her hip with my good arm and dug my nails into it. She let out a gasp as she started to rock back and forth on me. Lifting herself up, she fucked me senseless. Her hands were on my chest for balance as she rode me, more for her own pleasure than mine, but I didn’t give a flying fuck. The pain in my shoulder got worse as she moved me with her rhythm, but it only mixed with the pleasure I was experiencing down below. The perfect pairing.

Pleasure and pain.

That was me and her.

We were two of the same, and I knew I was never going to be her boyfriend, but I was going to be her fuck toy and I had no problem with that.

Pushing her over so she was underneath me, I could feel the burning from my shoulder injury as I ground my cock into her. She arched her back into the bed as I pounded into her hard. I knew I was hurting her, I could see it in her expression, but she wanted me to, she wanted it hard and painful, just like I wanted it hard and aggressive.

I saw blood, on her chest, and I noticed it was from my wound. I must have opened up my stitches when I pushed her over. Instead of recoiling, she held me down with her legs wrapped around my waist. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Anything for my queen.

I continued to fuck her into the bed, more and more blood spilling out onto her and the sheets. I was getting dizzy as I continued to fuck her, and the more and more blood I lost, the more out of this world I felt. Presley took over, shoving me onto my back and grinding against me again.

She dug her finger into my wound, and I screamed out in pain, grunting as she smiled down at me, getting the response she wanted. She cried out as she came, my outburst sending her over the edge. I gripped her hips with both my hands, pushing the pain out of my head, I fucked her from underneath until my own fiery explosion rocketed through her.

I could never get enough of this.

Presley

Lennon was resting, after Pierce re-stitched his arm, I left him alone to recover. I needed him at his full strength, especially if I wanted to come as hard as I always did with him. It was the best release I could imagine.

“Caelan,” I said, calling out to the hunk of a man who had Lennon’s back. “What’s news?”

“I’ve found Viking…I think.”

“You found her?” I repeated. “Where?”

“I think she’s got her own cartel from the look of things.”

“Where?”

“Melbourne, but she’s in Sydney at the moment. Spotted atInferno.”

“At Wilder’s club?”

“Yeah, but don’t know why. She’s pretty mysterious and my contacts seem scared of her.”

“Well I’m not. Arrange a meet.”

Caelan nodded and pulled his phone to his ear to make the call. I was excited, in the most excited way a girl could get when she didn’t get excited.

I was sitting in the lounge pit by the time Caelan came back. “She’s agreed to it.”

“When?”

“Tonight. Pierce and I will come with you. Hadrian will stay here with Chance and Lennon. Viking doesn’t like too many people.”

“Well, that’s fine,” I said. “I could go alone if you’re too scared.”

“I’m not scared,” Caelan shot back. “But she’s done some pretty fucking hectic things.”

“Tell me more of this cartel.”

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