Page 38 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

There was something about her even then, even when I didn’t know shit about her, and my attraction toward her only got stronger the more I learned.

She’s been keeping us at arm’s length, or at least trying to. But hearing that she wants me? Hearing that she considers me hers? That really does it for me.

It doesn’t completely fix the anger or change that I hate how she tried to push me away, and thinking about the way she tried to drive a wedge between us makes me fuck her harder.

I shove her down until her cheek is pressed against the counter and spank her a few more times. Her ass is glowing red on one side now, and I grind my cock into her hard, making sure she can feel every inch.

“You love this,” I pant, leaning down to say it right into her ear. “All that playing hard to get. Acting like you didn’t want me. Like you didn’t want it to mean anything. That was a big fucking lie, wasn’t it?”

I pull out of her until just the tip of my cock is left inside, and she gasps out a whimper of disappointment.

I spank her hard for it, grabbing her ass right where it’s the most red. River dances up onto her toes, squirming like she can’t tell whether she wants to get away or push back into my touch.

“Does this mean something?” I ask her, shoving back inside her with a force that rattles the shit on the counter. A bottle of water falls over and rolls off the edge, hitting the floor with a thud.

I don’t even look to see where it went. I’m too focused on this, on River’s body and the way it keeps sucking me in every time I pull out, like her pussy is admitting how much she wants me and how much it means even if her mouth has a hard time with it.

“Tell me,” I demand, fucking into her in short, hard bursts.

“Ash,” she chokes out. She tries to push herself up onto her hands on the counter, but I shove her back down, keeping her in place with one hand and my cock inside her.

“Say it. Tell me you want me.”

“I want you!” she cries out. “Fuck, Ash. I want you. Please!”

It’s music to my ears, so I fuck her even harder, alternating between spanking her ass more and thrusting inside.

More shit rolls off the counter to the floor, and I know River’s hips must be digging into the edge of it, but I don’t stop. I don’t let up.

I can taste my own pleasure in the back of my throat and feel it building in the pit of my stomach. I’m probably not going to last much longer, but that’s fine.

From the way River’s pussy is going tighter and tighter around me, I know she’s going to fall apart soon, too.

It’s intense as hell, and nothing at all like the first time we fucked, although that felt amazing at the time. I know she messes around with the other guys too, so she’s obviously not shy about sex. But this feels like she’s letting me claim a part of her. Like shewantsme to claim her, the same way she seems to have claimed me. Like maybe she’s finally accepted it, even if she has a hard time admitting that.

I can feel the anger in me fading away a bit, like I’m fucking it out of my own system with each thrust into River.

Finally, she screams again, going tight as a vise around my cock, her pussy putting a strangle-hold on me while she falls apart again. She shakes through it, writhing on the counter, working her ass back against me.

It’s enough to spark the pleasure in me to spill over too, and I follow her right over the edge, groaning her name as I lose it and fill her up.

For a second, we stay like that, locked together, breathing hard. My heartbeat roars in my ears, and I can feel River’s heartbeat through her body where we’re connected. We both need a bit of time to come down, to pull ourselves together.

After a long moment, I pull out of her and step back. She’s a mess. Her juices and mine mingle to spill down her thighs, and her ass is a bright cherry red from the spanking I gave her.

She doesn’t seem to mind it.

Her knees wobble, and she gives in to it, slumping down to the kitchen floor in a worn out heap. I can feel gravity and exhaustion tugging at me too, so I follow her down, leaning my back against the cabinets under the counter.

River hesitates for just a second before she scoots closer to me and tucks herself against my side. Her head comes down to rest on my shoulder, and I can feel it when all that tension she must have been carrying before melts completely out of her.

She’s just boneless, sated and tired against me, and I like the way that feels.

Gradually, we can both breathe again, and my heart stops galloping like a runaway horse.

My fingers find their way into her hair, stroking it back from her sweaty forehead and then just brushing through the long, silver strands. It’s soothing for me, that repetitive motion, and it must be nice for River too because she slumps against me even more, letting out a soft, contented sigh that I’ve never heard from her before.

“Content” isn’t usually how she does things. Usually, she’s all anger and determination and fire and sex appeal. But right now, she’s quiet and nestled against me, and somehow I feel closer to her in this moment than I did when I was balls deep inside her.

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