Page 41 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

I laugh breathlessly and lift my hips, meeting him in the middle for a particularly deep thrust. “We’d have to—oh, god—we’d have to eat some time,” I manage to get out, moaning when he grabs my hip with one hand and spreads my legs open wider with the other.

He fucks me hard and fast, bouncing the bed against the wall and clearly not giving a single shit about the noise.

“I’d just live off your pussy,” he shoots back, staring down at me with hunger burning in his eyes. “That’s all I need. It’s so tight and wet and perfect.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe.”

But that doesn’t stop me from wanting him.

Licks of fire are curling through my veins, and I can feel the sheen of sweat on my skin. After coming so much in the kitchen, I wouldn’t have thought I still had it in me to climax again like this, but Ash seems determined to prove me wrong.

He pulls out of me after a bit, and I moan in disappointment, my pussy throbbing from the sudden emptiness. Ash just grins and flips me over, pushing me down onto the bed so I’m prone, face down, with him on top of me. He grabs a pillow and lifts my hips just enough to slide it under, angling my ass up toward him.

When he pushes back in, I spit muffled curses into his blankets becausefuck. In this position, I can feel him so much deeper. His body is tight against mine, his weight keeping me pinned down, so all I can do is let him have his way with me.

He reaches for my wrists and drags my arms over head, pinning them down with one hand. He’s not as big as Knox, but still, I can feel the strength in him. I could maybe get free if I fought him, but I don’t want to fight for once. I just want to take it.

“You’re so fucking tight like this,” he murmurs, licking the shell of my ear. His smooth, deep voice in my ear is enough to make me shiver, and I clamp down with my inner walls in retaliation, making him groan loudly. “Oh,shit.” He chuckles roughly. “I like having you like this, killer. Needy and wet and desperate for me. Do you want me to make you come?”

“Fuck, Ash. Don’t be a tease.”

“Who’s teasing?” he replies, grinding his cock in harder.

It’s good, but not enough all at the same time. I’m right there on the edge, so close to tipping over into pure pleasure that I can feel every muscle in my body starting to shake from it.

“I’ll give you what you want if you ask for it,” he croons, nipping at my ear this time.

Oh, he’sdefinitelyteasing, the motherfucker. I try to buck back against him, to make his thrusts deeper and harder, but there’s no room and no leverage with him on top of me the way he is. I groan, writhing under him, chasing that feeling of bliss and sensation, trying to push myself over.

“Tell me what you want,” Ash reiterates. He bites my earlobe again, then my neck, grinding into me like he has all the time in the fucking world.

I can tell from how strained his voice is that he’s close too, nowhere near as put together as he’s pretending to be.

We’re in a standoff of sorts, my stubbornness butting up against his teasing personality. But for the first time in a long-ass time, I want to give in. I want him to know that I want him. That I want to fall apart with him—becauseof him.

“I wanna come,” I moan, the words half muffled with my face in the covers. “Please, Ash.”

I can feel him grin against my neck, and he drags his cock out halfway before slamming into me once more. He sets a fast, hard pace, chasing his own pleasure as he works me up to mine.

My hands clench into fists, and I’m glad he’s holding me down because it feels like he’s also holding metogether, too. Pleasure rockets through me, and I scream his name as I hit the edge and fly over it, my body convulsing and shaking, my pussy going tight like it wants to milk Ash’s load from him.

He follows me, losing himself while I’m still trying to remember how to breathe right. His cock thickens as he spills inside me, and I feel it pulse a few times until the last of his release is spent.

We stay like that, boneless and limp in the aftermath, until he gets too heavy and I start wiggling under him. He laughs and rolls off me, and I push myself up so I can see him.

He looks happy, sated and mussed, like I know I probably do too. Warmth blooms in my chest as I look at him, a feeling I’m not used to at all.

“Shit. You’re fucking up my head, Ash.” I lean over and shove at his shoulder, but there’s no real anger in my words, and a smile tugs at my lips.

He shrugs, not looking too bothered about that. “Maybe it’s not a bad thing if we’re getting close. You could use some people on your side. I don’t trust many people, but I have three guys that I care about and trust without question. Three men I love like brothers. Who do you have?”

The question makes my chest go a bit tight. The soft tone of his voice makes it clear he didn’t say it to hurt me, but the truth of it still stings. I’ve made a point ofnotletting anyone into my life for a long time.

“I used to have my sister,” I murmur quietly. I think of Hannah, of the way she was before we got taken and how she was during our captivity. “Maybe I still do, somewhere. Fuck.” My throat gets tight, and I puff out my cheeks as I force myself to let out a breath. “I don’t know whether to hope that she could still be alive or not. Iwatchedthem kill her. I saw her die. Part of me is sure I’m crazy to think I saw her at the gala at all.”

“You said you recognized her eyes?” Ash draws his lower lip between his teeth, gazing at me intently.

“Yeah. I thought I did. But I only got a look at them for a second or two at most, and she had a mask on like so many of the guests did that night. The more I look back on it, the more I wonder if I saw anything even close to what I think I saw. Maybe it was just an illusion. Just my mind playing tricks on me.”

Ash leans in and kisses me, softly but with purpose. When we separate, his eyes bounce between mine. “Maybe you’re right about that. But the thing about illusions is, there’s always some truth hidden beneath them.” The corners of his lips twitch. “Take it from someone who’s spent an ungodly number of hours learning magic tricks.”

Sitting up a little straighter, he shows me his hands before putting them behind his back for a split second. When he pulls them back out, they’re still empty—until he reaches for my ear and produces a coin from out of thin air.

“See?” he says softly, flipping the coin over the backs of his fingers so that it catches the light. “Just because you can’t see something, that doesn’t always mean it’s not there.”

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