Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,26

really think I was going to let you get away with that shit you pulled downstairs?" I growled in her ear, my grip on her throat tight enough to hold her still though not enough to stop her from panting for me.

"I don't like you smoking, Kyan," she said stubbornly. "You only do it because you're stressed and I don't think you need to. It’s a crutch you can go without."

"What is it that I need then?" I asked her, my other hand moving to her other breast as I teased that nipple though the material, loving the way it hardened at my touch.

She didn't seem to have an answer for that at first, but she licked those red lips and her hand reached behind her until she was gripping my dick.

"Maybe you just need an incentive to keep your cool," she breathed and my fingers flexed against her throat.

"Are you offering me your body in exchange for good behaviour?" I asked with a smirk. "Because I've got bad news for you, baby. I don't know how to be good."

"I don't want you to be good, Kyan. I like you being dark and dirty and rough, and I don't want you to hold back with me because you have some inaccurate assumption that I can't handle you at your worst. I've been to hell and back at the hands of you and the other Night Keepers and I've survived all the worst things a person can suffer in grief and heartache. So don't treat me like a china doll who might break if you push me too hard. I want to lose myself in you and I want you to do the same."

A growl of desire escaped me at the heat of her words and I groaned as I tugged her head aside and bit down on the side of her neck, sucking at her skin as she moaned my name and I left a mark on her for the whole fucking world to see that she was mine.

"You want to stop me from being mad at you for the duration of this fuck-fest of a dinner?" I asked her, my grip on her throat getting tighter as my anger rose in me again.

"Yes," she moaned and the heat in her eyes snapped the last of my restraint.

I twisted her in my arms and used my grip on her throat to tip her chin up so that I could kiss her with a brutal kind of passion that had me aching for more and more of her. I didn't know why I'd waited so fucking long to kiss her like this, but I was certain that she only tasted sweeter for the wait I'd endured.

Her hand curled around my cock but as her tongue swept over mine, I knew that wasn't what I wanted from her.

I used my grip on her to push her to her knees and she didn't even hesitate to slide that perfect mouth of hers around my dick. I groaned as I looked down at her, drawing the full, thick length of me between her lips, smearing my shaft with red lipstick as she went and drawing my cock right to the back of her throat.

I cursed as she pulled back, my hands fisting in her freshly curled hair and messing it the fuck up as I took control of her movements and drove myself into her mouth again.

Tatum moaned encouragement, the noises spilling from her sending sweet vibrations through my cock as she reached around to grasp my ass with both hands, her fingernails biting into my flesh as I fucked her mouth with a brutal demand to my movements.

I was hard as stone as she took me deep, her tongue swirling and full lips sucking in just the right way to make me her slave. It was almost enough to make me forget what she’d done downstairs, but I wasn’t a man to roll over with his balls in a vice and she needed to know it.

I kept one hand fisted in her hair as I fucked her mouth good and deep and with the other, I snagged a cigarette from the pack sitting on the side and pushed it between my lips. It took me another moment to light it as my balls ached with the desire to finish this already beneath the punishment of her skills and I had to fight against it, wanting to prolong this moment.

I lit the smoke, taking