Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,170

hips, holding her down on me and a needy moan escaped her as my cock filled her. "You know I'll never let anyone hurt you, don't you, baby?" I murmured as she began to move her hips in a torturously slow rhythm and I watched her ride me like she had me under a damn spell.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you either," she swore and it was like those words had been loosed from a bow aimed directly at my dark heart as the truth of them pierced right through me and made me bleed for her.

I leaned forward and kissed her hard as I began to move my hips to meet with hers and she moaned as her hands shifted down my chest and she explored the hard ridges of my abs.

With a grunt of anger aimed entirely at myself, I snatched her wrists into my grasp and tugged them behind her back. Tatum moaned in encouragement as I was rough with her and I cursed myself for having more reason for it than just her pleasure. I shifted my grip so that I could hold both of her wrists in my left hand and thrust into her harder as I moved my right hand between us to tease her clit.

It was hot and fast and sweaty, this desperate claiming of each other in the dark which we both needed more than any words following that fucking night. I just needed to own her and let her own me.

As her body clamped tight around me and she cried out, with her back arching I came hard and deep inside her, biting down on her nipple through her bra and marking her body once again. I couldn't help it. Every time I had her, I was overwhelmed with the need to mark her flesh and paint her body with the evidence of my presence like a beast.

She fell against me, panting and cursing and I chuckled as I released my hold on her wrists and ran my hands up her spine, enjoying the feeling of our bodies being joined too much to let her move away just yet.

"I fucking hate you, Kyan," Saint snarled in my ear and I burst out laughing as I realised he'd been listening to that entire thing.

"Stop listening in on us if you don't like it, asshole," I taunted as Tatum fought against a laugh of her own. “If I’m alone with my wife I’m going to end up fucking her. It’s a foregone conclusion, so suck it up.”

Saint cursed us but I just pulled the earpiece out and shoved it into the pocket of my jeans which were folded on the seat beside us.

The car was clearly moving down streets with streetlights now and the orange glow of them made it in through the blacked out windows just enough for me to see a bit better and I looked up at my girl with a smile on my face.

“Didn’t I say we’d be fine, baby?” I teased her and she rolled her eyes at me.

“Let’s just wait until we’ve finished this before we start gloating,” she suggested, cocking her head in a way that was so fucking cute that it made me want to eat her up like the big bad wolf.

I claimed her lips and kissed her deeply, trying to tell her exactly how much she meant to me with that kiss alone, because I knew that there was no fucking way I could put it into words.

Her hands slid onto my chest again and this time instead of pulling them away, I let myself enjoy the way her fingers moved against my skin, the brush of the ring I'd given her when I married her making me smile as she continued to wear it. Every day since I’d spoken those vows to her in that church, she’d kept it on her finger and every time I saw it, I couldn’t help but grin like the smug bastard I was for making her mine.

I had no fucking idea how we were going to do any of the things we would need to do to take down the people who had wronged us. But when I was in her arms like that, I found I didn't care. I'd do whatever it took to tear them apart and I'd give everything I had to protect this girl in my arms.

My life was hers and she could have my death too if she needed it. I'd