Page 70 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

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Priest

My chest heavesas I stare down at River.

I’m spiraling out of control, and it’s not a feeling I’m familiar with.

My head is pounding, thoughts swirling with the reminder that I could have lost her tonight. I could have never seen her again.

It’s what drove me to tie her down to the bed. Because Ineedher to be safe. I need her to be where I can keep an eye on her.

Thinking she was gone, outside of my ability to protect her, hit that raw, gaping wound left in my chest from Jade’s death. The one that’s never really healed. Scabbed over, maybe… but then River showed up, and turned it into something else.

We were all fucked up when we realized she was gone and we had no idea where she was. Waiting while Tommy tried to track down her car felt like torture. The beast inside my head that I’ve worked so damn hard to keep back and keep in check was impossible to hold back.

It’s impossible now.

It’s in control, driving me to touch her, to hold her and keep her here. To make sure she knows she’s not getting away from me. Even if someone wants to take her, they’ll have to go through me to get to her, and it won’t be fucking pretty.

Fuck it out on me.

Her words hit me like punches to the gut. My cock twitches in my pants, getting a little hard at the thought of taking this anger and rage out on her body, pouring it into her and then seeing if it’s enough to make her fall apart.

I want that. I want her to lose it for me. I want her to know that she belongs here, and no one is going to change that. Not evenherwith her reckless, stupid actions.

I want to own her in this moment. She’s splayed out on the bed, so perfect and beautiful. Even with her hair a mess and blood and bruises showing the ordeal she went through, she’s still a fucking vision.

She’s not Jade, and for so long it fucked me up that I felt something for her. But I do. I can’t deny that I do. I wouldn’t be breaking all my damn rules for her if I didn’t.

She’s not Jade; she’sRiver, and she’s gotten under my skin.

Those dark blue eyes of hers stare up at me, and there’s no fear in them. She’s not scared of me. She never has been. Not when I tried to make it clear I’d kill her if she stepped out of line, and not now.

But I can see that she’s fucked up too. Pain and anger and loss swirl in the dark depths of her eyes. It’s like she’s begging me to do it, to make her feel anything else than what she’s feeling right now.

She’s turned on, too. Her nipples are hard through the thin fabric of her shirt, peaked while her breath starts to come faster. She squirms against her bonds, like she’s trying to get closer to me, trying to get me to follow through on what she asked.

My pulse is pounding, the blood in my body beating hot and fast, and finally… I give in to it. Lunging forward, I cover her body with my own, pinning her down beneath me.

She gasps, and I kiss her hard and fast. Like I want to devour her.

I bite at her lips, then plunge my tongue into her mouth and map out every inch of it like I want to lay a claim there. My hands move down her body, groping and grabbing, touching her everywhere.

I’m not careful, and I’m not concerned with her being sore or tired. It’s just a primal need to touch her, rough and wild.

River reacts so fucking beautifully to it, too. She arches against me, struggling against the ties that hold her. Her body quivers under mine, and I trail my mouth from hers down to her neck, leaving a biting line of harsh kisses to her shoulder, ripping away her shirt so I have access to her skin.

The shirt shreds easily under my hands, and I rip the whole thing off and follow it with her bra, exposing her body to me. She’s tattooed and scarred and so fucking gorgeous.

Her tits are right there, nipples hard little nubs, giving away how much she likes this. I fall on those too, kissing my way down her chest and taking one into my mouth while I pinch and tug at the pierced one.

“Priest,” River moans, her body shaking. “Fuck.”

I pinch her nipple harder, and she nearly screams with the pain and pleasure of it. The sound goes straight to my head and to my cock, and my own body throbs with the urgent need to keep going.

Her pants are in my way, so I yank them off her, dragging them down her legs with her underwear and then tossing them down to the floor. River makes a soft noise, and when she doesn’t immediately spread her legs, I wrench them open with both hands, spreading her wide.

Her eyes are just as wide, and she looks at me like she’s not sure what I’m going to do next. But she doesn’t tell me to stop. Doesn’t try to fight me. So I keep going.

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