Page 199 of Chaos Kills

And I’m definitely not Reeve.

But while they nurse their emotions, I’m falling right down into the dark pit they’ve gotten themselves into with the womanwho has been misunderstood, made bad choices, and is trying to right some wrongs.

And she’s married to Oz.

“You’ve made your point,” I ground out. “Now, fuck off—” I go down her throat, and it cuts off the warning and order.

Bay doesn’t let up.

She fucking keeps going and going. There’s no doubt she’s aware of what she’s going up against, and yet, she came here of her own free will to see me.

I can’t help but like that.

Shouldn’t—it’s fucking stupid—but I do.

Bay Astor is a wet dream, and her body is sin at its finest. I’m not immune to it, and I’m surely going to hell for the things I want to do to it.

“I warned you, Little T,” I say one more time. “Let off.”

I should expect pigs to fly before Bay does anything she doesn’t want to do. Her black hair sways across her back as she works me into oblivion. A place I never thought I’d be at with her, but here we are.

And I didn’t even force her to do it.

I thrust forward, earning more of her mouth, and she fucking moans through the stillness and quiet of the hotel room.

My grip on the Jack Daniels bottle releases, opting for her hair as it falls to the floor with an unforgiving thud. I yank on her dark locks and force her to let me go when it was a mistake all along.

Her lips are red, and her eyes glistening in tears from taking me so deep, and I never thought she could look more beautiful than she does now.

And I’m fucked.

“Queens and rulers don’t get down on their knees to make alliances, Little T. You’re going about this the wrong way.”

Nah, she’s doing everything right.

Because I’d give her anything she wanted with her mouth wrapped around me.

“I’m neither of those things,” she replies. “I’m just the little slut walking around to get what I want.”

I slowly begin to rock my head back and forth. “Nice try. Using the South Shore thing isn’t going to get you what you want.”

“Isn’t that what you’re trying to do? You want me to side up. I am South Shore, Sinatra.”

“I know you are. But you don’t need to persuade me of anything. I’m on board?—”

“I said I didn’t want you to do this again,” she rasps out, glowering up at me as if I’m a fucking idiot. “And youwon’t.”

No, I won’t.

I’d figure out some way to make Vivian keep her mouth shut, but Bay promised me she’d stay away so I might not need to worry about that in the future.

“You’ve made your point,” I emit as my cock twitches its retort of the matter. But I still reach down to help her up anyway. “Now, go home?—”

“You don’t want to come in my mouth?” I blink once because she didn’t just ask me that. Not her. Not ever. “I didn’t get down here because I was trying to make my ass bigger. Give me what I want.”

“You don’t want—” She bats my hand away from her head and sharpens her glower.

“You don’t tell me what I want. You tell me that I’m a good little girl for getting on my knees and taking this big dick?—”

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