Page 40 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

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River

Even when Iwouldn’t let myself have it, the only pussy I wanted was yours.

Ash’s words seem to hang in the air for a second, and my breath catches as I absorb what he just said. Maybe it’s not exactly the kind of sentiment that most girls would find sweet, but it hits me right in the chest. His whole story sheds so much light on who he is and why, but the last part makes my stomach flutter in a way I’m definitely not used to.

Things like that have never been a turn on for me. I’ve never wanted to be owned or treated like some kind of prize. I’ve always had shit to do, stuff that was way more important than trying to make someone want me past one night or a few sweaty hours. Hell, sometimes even just a few minutes.

I try to pretend the words aren’t a turn-on now, but they are. They really fucking are.

No one has ever wanted me above anyone else. Even to the men who kept me locked up, I could have been anyone. That wasn’t about me, River. That was just about them trying to punish my dad, and me fitting their fucked up tastes.

But I’m not just anyone to Ash. His tastes have always seemed to lean toward ‘female and willing,’ and I know there are plenty of women who fit that bill. But he turned them all down because he wanted me.

It starts to make sense now, why he brushed me off and seemed to reject me for so long. Even when I was practically begging him to fuck me.

Not because I was no one.

Because I was someone.

Because he didn’t want me to be just another fuck that he could get whenever he wanted. He wanted it to be special. Because he thinks I’m special.

My heart is racing again, and I move from my spot resting against him to crawl into Ash’s lap. He looks at me, and I stare back for half a second before giving in to the urge to kiss him.

I put my arms around his neck and melt into him, kissing him deep and long.

It’s a new kind of kiss between us, not frantic and needy, not edged with challenge, not even just about sexual pleasure. This kiss is about a whole bunch of other things, too.

We just got done fucking, but all of a sudden I need him again. I grind against him, making soft noises into the kiss.

Ash plunges his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine and working me up even more. I can feel him getting hard again under me, and his hands roam up and down my back, cupping my ass so he can drag me in closer.

The mess from before combines with his precum and the arousal I’m leaking now, but I don’t give a shit, and I can tell Ash doesn’t either.

He trails kisses down my neck to my shoulder, setting his teeth into the flesh there to bite down hard enough to make me gasp. Then he drags his hands up my stomach to my chest, and those nimble, clever fingers find the ring in my nipple and tease it for a bit, tugging at it and making me arch against him.

“You’re going to wear me out,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over my skin.

“Is that a complaint?” I shoot back.

Ash laughs and shakes his head, his golden eyes bright with arousal and good humor. It’s so much better than when he looked at me with disgust and contempt before. “Not even close. Come here.”

He drags me in close again, and his cock nudges against my pussy. I’m still so wet and open for him that it only takes a few seconds of shifting and arranging before he’s slipping inside me like he belongs there.

It feels so fucking good, and even though I’m sore from how hard he fucked me earlier, that doesn’t stop me from moving with him now, rocking in his lap, trying to get his cock deeper inside me.

“Fuck, River,” he groans, dipping his head down to rest his forehead against my shoulder. “You feel so fucking good. I knew you would. Knew this would be so damn good.”

I’m breathless from the sex and the sentiment, and all I can really do is cling to him and keep moving. Each thrust forward buries his dick deeper in me, brushing it against that spot that makes my vision go a little blurry around the edges.

The kitchen is filled with the sounds of our breathing, our groans of pleasure, and the wet noises of fucking. I could easily fall apart like this, but before I can get too into it, Ash grabs me around the waist and starts to pick me up. He doesn’t even pull out, and he doesn’t put me down once he’s standing. So I just wrap my legs around his waist and let him carry me up the stairs.

Other than Priest, I have no idea which of the other guys are home, and clearly Ash doesn’t care if any of them see us like this. He walks right to his room and lays me out on the bed, moving with me and settling between my legs so he can keep fucking me.

It’s a little less desperate than before, now that we’ve worked out some of our bullshit and taken the edge off, but Ash is still intent on top of me, making sure I feel every fucking inch of his cock as he slams it into me.

“Fuck, you take me like you’re made for it,” he gasps out, rolling his hips in a move that sends the head of his cock rubbing against that perfect spot again. “I’d do this all fucking day if we could. Just keep you here in my bed, impaled on my cock.”

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