Page 46 of Deranged (American Street Kings 3)

“Place your arms around my shoulders, and don’t take your eyes off me.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, placing shaky arms around my neck.

“Don’t look away,” I breathed.

Slowly, rhythmically, I rocked back and forth, in and out of her. Not once did I take my eyes off hers, wanting her to know I saw her, and only her.

“I’m not just owning your body right now, Dahlia.” Another thrust. “I’m claiming it. I’m taking every part of you, and I’m making it mine.”

She bit her bottom lip, barely taking a breath. “Onyx—"

I pulled out and slammed back into her, causing her to crane her neck back as she closed her eyes.

“Look at me.”

With hooded eyes and heavy lust, she managed to meet my gaze.

“I won’t let any other man touch you ever again. You belong to me now.”

She weaved her fingers through my hair at the back of my neck, and all she did was nod—her only sign of surrender.

My body overtook my need to make this moment last forever, and my own desire for release possessed me.

Placing both my palms against her cheeks, I no longer had the strength to control myself. With a rush of undiluted lust, I moved faster, harder, claiming her over and over and over again, until I no longer felt anything but the crashing wave of ecstasy as I came inside her. My release stormed through me, crushing every inch of my body with a strength that could tear me in half. But I didn’t once close my eyes, because I wanted to look her in the eye as I marked her. As I fucked a part of me inside of her.

“You feel that?” My cock jerked inside her. “Get used to it, because you’ll be feeling that every goddamn day for the rest of your fucking life.”

I kissed her, sealing both out fates, making it one. It was no longer her and me. It was us. It was so goddamn surreal—this woman who seemed to have come out of nowhere, how she managed to tame me so easily, like she had been born with the key to my soul, an angel destined to find me. But somewhere along the way, she got hurt—her wings broken.

My broken angel.

Tearing my lips from hers, I watched as a single tear slipped down her cheek, the only drop of proof I needed. I was right. Someone hurt her, ruined her…and by the pain that reflected in her eyes, I was convinced it had destroyed her too. But no matter what kind of fucking monster I was out there in the world, right here, right now, in this room with her, I wouldn’t be that monster. I’d be better than that, and I’d prove to her that even ruthless beasts had hearts.

I moved, licking the tears from her cheeks, pressing my lips against her warm skin.

“Tell me who hurt you, Dahlia, and I swear to God I will hunt them down and kill them myself.”

Tears slipped down the side of her face, her eyes shut and lips trembling. She opened her eyes, and I could see every ounce of pain she carried inside her. “Someone already has.”

13

Wraith

The last fewhours felt surreal. And while I lay there beside him, hearing his rhythmic breathing while he slept, my heart was pounding with unease. Everything was wrong.

Onyx.

Me.

Us.

The Pythons.

After hearing what the Pythons did to Neon, a woman every member of the Kings seemed so fond of, nothing made sense anymore. And these feelings I had for Onyx were unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It felt good, yet unnerving at the same time. And the guilt? Oh, God, I’d never felt this amount of immense guilt in my entire life. It was one giant whirlpool of conflicting emotions swirling around inside me, and I didn’t how to deal with that. All I knew was everything had changed. Something shifted, and my entire life, my existence no longer made any goddamn sense.

This was wrong. Me being here with him, feeling all these things was wrong.

I eased out of bed, careful not wake him. I had to leave so I could breathe again. Get some fresh air and at least try to sort through the jumbled mess in my head.

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