Page 198 of Chaos Kills

“I’m failing to see how my sex life is any of your business, Little T. You need to stay in your lane.”

“You’reinmy lane,” she retorts before shoving the hard bottle into my chest with some force. “You keep swerving into it. And if you want me to trust you, your dick isn’t going to bein Vivian Muncy when I’m around.” A mirthless scoff leaves my throat, and Bay notices. “I’m sorry, would you like me to bring her in here?”

“Sweetheart, I know you can beat Vivian’s ass. You don’t need to show me.”

“Apparently, I do.” Her blue eyes shimmer with rage and a whole lot of South Shore petty. “Because not only can I beat her ass, Sinatra, but I can show you exactly how you’re not going to do this again.”

“I’m intrigued.”

And I am.

Especially when she waltzes in here, looking like fucking sex on legs and is throttling every piece of composure I have.

Bay smirks, then raises the bottle of Jack higher for me to take hold of, which I do.

Then she drops right to her haunches and levels her face with my already straining cock.

Hell fucking no.

I begin to take a well-needed step back, but her fingers grab onto the button of my jeans, and I’m deadlocked in place. I couldn’t move if a grenade flew in here and exposed us to death, before Bay makes expert work of releasing my aching cock. Every strain of pressure she puts on it to get it out makes it twitch in her grasp.

I haven’t fucked someone in too long, but I don’t have time. Nor have I found anyone who makes me want to unleash all my pent-up aggression.

I would with her.

But there’s one shred of caution that I’m going to throw out there for her sake.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Little Terror,” I muster to get out. “I’m not Torin, and I sure as fuck am not Reeve.”

“No shit.” Her tongue flicks out and grazes the tip of my length before she squeezes it and wraps her mauve lips around the fucker.

I immediately take a hit of the blunt still in my hands as I oppose the strong urge to thrust forward and make her take all of me.

Fast.

Hard.

No breathing.

“You may want to stop,” I warn her as I exhale smoke through my lips. “Because we’re not doing this your way.”

She doesn’t.

Shocker.

Bay only takes me deeper and uses that wicked tongue against me. She lashes out and sucks, playing and enticing me to take control of the situation.

My balls clench unwillingly at how fucking amazing she feels and how she looks down there.

Her thick thighs are spread as Bay bobs her head around my dick like she’s trying everything in her power to make me lose my mind. I need to see this as it is and not what I’d like it to be.

Bay wants loyalty, and that doesn’t include outsiders.

I mean, she doesn’t need to suck me off to get that, but I can’t say that I’m not enjoying the view or the way my body is losing its shit right now.

Taking a generous sip of the Jack Daniels she brought, it’s the only way I’m going to get through this. Slightly buzzed and because my conscience is attempting to creep in here.

I’m not Torin.

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