Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,139

palm against the window in anger.

"Stop being a dick, Kyan," he snarled.

"Do you want me to stop, baby?" Kyan looked up at me and the heat in his eyes made my core liquify.

"I want you to stop being an asshole," I said breathlessly.

"That wasn't what I asked." He raked his tongue up the centre of me again and I moaned, flexing my neck and bucking my hips to give him more access. But I couldn't let him cloud my thoughts with lust. He couldn't just lay his claim on me like some sort of caveman and shut every other Night Keeper out of here without an explanation.

He gripped my ass hard and twisted around, throwing me on the bed again, making me yelp in surprise. He reached into his boxers, rubbing himself as he stared at me. “Are you really going to deny me, wife?”

I sighed. He looked so damn hot and I supposed we could explain ourselves after the fact…

I scrambled up, getting to my feet again and raising my fists.

"Fine, I want you, but you'll have to fight for it," I growled, a dare in my voice. So yes, okay I was clearly one percent into this. And maybe I wanted to see how caveman he could really go.

Blake cupped his hands around his eyes as he stared in at us and Kyan offered him the finger in response. Monroe appeared beside him then Saint, the three of them looking furious. I couldn't even offer them much of my attention as Kyan lunged forward and I screamed in alarm as he caught my legs, trying to uproot me. I kicked at him, but he kept coming, climbing onto the bed and wrestling me down beneath him. He started tearing off my dress and I punched him in the kidney, making him growl in anger. He caught my hands, pinning them above my head, rocking his hard dick into my thigh and heat spread between my legs. Oh my god.

I arched my back, wriggling against his hold and he started kissing my neck, biting and teasing me. "God you're beautiful. And you taste like fucking ecstasy."

I yanked a hand free and caught his throat, forcing him back. He lifted his weight off of me, cocking his head to one side, looking cute as shit.

"Come on, wifey," he teased. "Don't you want your husband to make you come all night long?"

He started moving down my body, trying to get the buttons open behind my back before giving up and tearing my dress off, splitting the material right up the middle. I gasped, about to shout at him, but then he kissed his way down my body and I clawed my hands into his hair, giving in.

"Fuck, Kyan," I said breathlessly. He licked just above my panties and looked up at me with a question in his eyes, his hunger for me clear. “I’m gonna fuck the others right out of you,” he said, clearly trying to rile me.

I leaned up, slapping him hard and he growled approvingly.

Damn him for looking like that, for pushing my buttons in just the right way. I almost lost my grasp on my anger though as he lowered his head, kissing my thighs again, his breathing heavy like he was desperate to take this further. The shouts of the other guys started to fade in my head as I raked my fingernails over his muscular shoulders, marking him with red scratches. He grinned at me in a way that made my toes curl against the sheets.

"Fuck you," I panted and his eyes swirled with darkness.

"You used the wrong pronoun," he said, running his tongue up the centre of my panties again. "I think what you mean to say was fuck me."

I brought my knee up, slamming it into the side of his head as I got a second wave of will power, twisting myself over onto my knees as I tried to get away. He caught my ankles, dragging me back, his teeth sinking into the back of my thigh and making me yelp. I kicked back at him, catching him in the jaw and he caught my foot, sucking all of my toes into his mouth before biting down hard.

"Ah!" I kicked him again, shaking him off and he laughed as I made it off of the bed. I sped to the window, grabbing the curtains and giving the guys an apologetic look before I yanked them closed and they cursed me colourfully. Did