Page 71 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

I rub her clit, pleased to find she’s already wet for me. Her body responds, gushing more wetness, and she twists in the restraints, bucking up like she wants more. Her chest heaves as she whines, trying to grind against my hand.

I shove her back down to the bed and keep her there with one hand flat on her stomach. I can feel her straining against it, but I’m stronger than she is, and I keep her down. With my free hand, I work two fingers into her pussy, sinking them right into that wet heat.

“Priest!” She moans my name again, and just the sound of it goes right to my fucking head.

I press my fingers even deeper into her, thrusting them a few times, but it’s just not enough. It doesn’t satisfy anything in me. I need to fuck her more, deeper. Harder. My eyes dart around the room, looking for something to fill that need. After a second of searching, my gaze lands on the sharpening rod I use for keeping my knife blades honed, sitting on my desk. The rod itself is a thin metal cylinder, but the handle is long and smooth and thick enough that I know she’ll feel it. I grab it up immediately, something savage lighting in my chest as my fingers wrap around the polished handle.

Perfect.

River looks at me with those beautiful, wide eyes as I return to the bed, and any thoughts I might have had about taking this slow and gentle vanish in a heartbeat. Kneeling between her legs, I spread her open and shove the handle into her. Her body takes it so well, like it was made for this, and the sight of the handle disappearing into her wet pussy is fucking intoxicating. I can’t look away.

She cries out when I drag it out slowly, trying to arch up again, but I keep her in place and work the smooth handle deeper into her pussy all over again.

“No,” I growl, my voice a rough burn. “You’re going to stay put, and you’re going to fucking take it.”

She asked for it, after all. She wanted me to fuck this aggression out on her, so that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to keep going until all these feelings are worked out of me. Until there’s some kind of satisfaction, even if it’s not a physical one.

“Do you understand?” I ask her.

She nods eagerly, and I set a harder pace.

“I want to hear it,” I say, my voice coming out sharp and intense. “Tell me you understand.”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Fuck. I understand. Oh my god.”

She can’t stay still, her body twisting and writhing. The ties dig into her skin as she jerks her wrists against them, but the knots don’t give. She’s not going anywhere until I’m done with her.

The handle of the sharpening rod works for what it is, in place of my cock. It fills her enough that I know she can feel it, and I’m not gentle with it at all. I slam it into her again and again, working it as deep as I can.

My cock pulses in my pants, a torrent of emotions roaring through me as I watch her take it. All that anger is still there, all that possessive need to claim her and make sure she knows where she belongs. It still rides me, but it’s not enough to make my cock hard enough to fuck her with.

Not the way I want to.

“Oh my god,” River moans. She closes her eyes, and I thrust the handle in deep and hard, fucking her almost punishingly with it.

“Look at me,” I snarl. “Open your fucking eyes.”

She does, snapping them open immediately. They’re hazy with need, lust finally overshadowing some of the pain that was there before.

“Good,” I tell her. “Don’t look away.”

As if to make sure she obeys my command, I reach forward and grab a handful of her hair, lifting her head so she can look down her own body and see what I’m doing to her. So she can watch the smooth thickness of the handle sink into her pussy over and over again.

She lets out a sobbing moan, and I can tell she’s close. Her pussy clenches around the intrusion, and it gets harder to pump it into her.

But I still don’t stop.

“Please,” she gasps out. “Please, oh my fucking—”

“That’s it,” I grunt. “Come for me. Come right now.”

Maybe it’s the order or the fact that I push that handle even deeper inside her as I speak, but she does as I say, convulsing and moaning and falling apart as she comes hard.

She’s fucking beautiful like this. Sweaty and helpless and losing it because I want her to. Because she wanted me to do this.

Watching her come undone, I feel my own body start to respond. A mixture of good and bad emotions swirl inside me, all of them intense. There’s the lust and the desire for her, mingling with the fear and anger that came from thinking I was going to lose her. It’s like they’re battling to see which one will come out on top, and dragging me along for the ride.

I reach down and palm myself through my jeans, pressing into my hand. My cock throbs just from that touch, and I suck in a breath through gritted teeth. River watches, still following my order to not look away. She looks hungry for it, like she’s desperate to see me lose myself, and I pull my cock out.

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