Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,105

being your play thi-" His mouth landed on mine and suddenly he was kissing me ferociously, passionately, his tongue sinking between my lips, cool and furious against mine as he groaned headily.

I gasped as he caught my hips, lifting me up and driving me back against the wall once more as he consumed me. That was the only word for it. Saint Memphis was kissing me with the hunger of a warrior invading a kingdom. He was conquering each piece of my mouth and claiming me in a wholly new way. I had never been kissed like this. It was rich and intoxicating and almost blasphemous. It was entirely Saint.

He started tearing at my clothes and I moaned in encouragement, pulling at his shirt and dragging it over his head. As he ripped my cami off and his flesh pressed to mine, I gasped at the hardened kiss of his muscles against my soft curves. He yanked up my skirt, breathless and desperate for me as he pushed my panties aside and found me wet and wanting. Just for him. All for him. He groaned, feeling what he did to me and sighing my name.

He kissed me again, harder this time, biting at my lower lip with a growl as he unbuckled his pants. He freed his hard length, looking ready to blow already as he squeezed the base in his fist. He forced me against the wall with one arm, the same one he'd broken, showing no sign of pain except the same, absolute agony I was feeling of our bodies not yet being joined yet. I couldn't wait a second longer. I was clawing at him, reduced to nothing but a sweaty, needy animal as he guided the tip of his twitching cock to my soaking entrance and I took in a breath as I readied for him to brand me as his at long last.

Saint met my gaze, his eyes full of the deepest, blackest shadow I'd ever seen. His lips were parted, his breaths were coming unevenly and there was nothing but chaos in his expression. He'd let himself go and he was about to show me what it was like to be at the mercy of Saint Memphis when he completely lost control.

He released a noise of anguish as he ground against me and he slid the head of his dick against my entrance, making me gasp and claw at him for more. The atmosphere suddenly crackled and he jerked away from me, dropping me so I fell on my ass and I yelped in surprise.

“Fuck!” he roared, twisting away from me, yanking his pants up and throwing the whole dining table over, sending his laptop clattering over the flagstones.

"Saint!” I yelled, pushing to my feet and reaching for him, my hands actually shaking. What the hell was he thinking?

He jammed his fingers into his eyes, backing up further and further. "I can't do this. The rules. The fucking rules!"

"Screw the rules!" I cried wildly, marching towards the fridge as my skirt fell back down over my thighs. "I'll strike them off. Who gives a damn?"

"No!" He raced past me, snatching them from the fridge and clutching them to his chest. His eyes were a fortress designed to keep me out and he was building it higher and higher and higher. "I give a damn. You can't pick and choose what goes and what doesn't depending on your mood. That's not how the world works, Tatum," he snapped, his anger at me returning.

I stared at him in shock as he strode past me, marching upstairs and walking straight into his bathroom. He slammed the door and my heart lurched at the sound as it echoed up to the cavernous roof then the crash of more shit breaking filled the air.

I held a hand to my frantic heart, trying to process the roiling storm of emotions taking hold of my body. The sharpest one of all was the rejection he'd left me with. I was still hot and wet between my thighs and my ass was still stinging from where he’d dropped me on the floor. Shame was my only companion as I touched my puffy lips and bit back tears of hurt.

I grappled with the knowledge that Saint would never let himself get that close to me again and a part of me was glad of that. While another part of me wept. Fuck him for doing that to me. For making me pine and