Page 93 of Brutal Kings


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I run a finger through her slick heat and bring it to her mouth, rubbing it on her lips like lip gloss.

“I think your body begs to differ, sunflower.”

Before she has a chance to argue anymore, I slide into her, all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck,” we breathe together.

Being in her mouth was one thing, but being buried deep inside her hot cunt is another feeling. I’ve gone without sex for a year, only knowing the pleasure of my own hand. The sensation is almost overwhelming. Suddenly, I’m rushed with the emotions from before.

The good sex.

The lazy sex.

The angry sex.

I thought I knew how badly I needed her, but I didn’t truly know until this moment.

I want her to touch me. I want to feel her hands on my skin, the tips of her nails scratching my back as I’m pounding into her.

So, I pull out, slowly. She starts to protest, but I shush her as I grab the key out of the drawer and unlock the handcuffs.

“What are you doing?” she asks, pulling off the blindfold.

I look her in the eye. “I want you to touch me, too.”

She rubs at her aching wrists, which are now red and irritated. There, on her beautiful brown skin, bruises are starting to form. My cock throbs at the sight.

“You’re done punishing me?”

“Yes.”

She smirks, and I just know she’s about to say something to rile me up.

“I make you so weak you can’t stick to your guns?” she taunts, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer to her.

Shewouldsay that.

I’ve just slammed back into Maya’s warm, dripping pussy, making her cry out, when rapid, frantic knocking sounds on my door.

“Fuck off!” I shout, starting to grind my hips.

Whoever the hell is out there doesn’t give up; the knocking gets louder and more persistent.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I roar, pulling out of Maya once again and grabbing my jeans from the floor.

All I want is to spend time with my girl, and once again, I’m interrupted. Somebody better be dying, or I’m going to kill everyone my damn self.

When I yank the door open, Vic, Lee, and Jay are standing there, eyes blazing. I start to ask them what the fuck they want when Lee says, “the Crimson Brotherhood is here. Dom’s looking for Donovan.” His eyes wander past me to Maya as she comes to stand beside me. I pin him with a glare.

“So just hand the fucker over so we can finally be done with him,” I snap impatiently.

“That’s the problem,” Jay says. “He’s gone.”

CHAPTERFORTY-ONE

VIC

I triedto ignore Ezra’s possessiveness over Maya as I went back to the kitchen.

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