Page 294 of Chaos Kills

I wasn’t lying when I said half the reason I couldn’t get a lung of air was his weight on top of me, but I wouldn’t dare have him move. Not when he’s warm and full, that long hair on top of his head hanging in front of his eyes as he fucks me like he can’t get enough. Like he can’t get far enough inside and create a mold only for him.

It’s fucking insane.

The King of Wharf Bay finally breaking down his walls and tossing away all his bullshit.

It’s a small victory for me.

One I’ll keep to myself for now because just watching him have his fill is enough for me. It’s far more than what I need to make the flick spark in my gut and spine.

Especially when Cairo won’t let up on my mouth. Fucking and tasting, reeling in my control like he was born to tame and rationalize it out.

The calm versus the rash.

Cairo is everything I’m not but everything I need. He won’t back down from a fight unless I go too far, and apparently to prove a point, he’ll fuck me into next week.

Who knew fighting with him could have its good parts?

He moves to my cheek, dragging hot kisses against my skin.

Everything about him makes me want to rebel, and that’s probably the fucked-up part because I know he’ll punish me just like this.

Because, deep down, a part of him cares.

“Your pulse is going a million miles an hour,” Cairo rumbles, sucking hard on the very spot he and I feel it. “Is that for me, Little Terror?”

“What do I get if it is?”

“You get to come.” I roll my eyes against the thrill tingling through my veins at each lunge of his cock invading between my legs. “Wanna test that theory?”

Normally, I’d call that bluff.

But in spite of the fact he feels way too good, I’m going to behave.

“No,” I reply like the so-called and temporary good girl I am. “You know it’s you.”

“Who’s cock is deep inside you?”

Like I need the reminder.

It’s not every day I’m mercilessly pounded into like an animal by Cairo Black. My pussy is going to blissfully ache like a bitch tomorrow.

“The King of Wharf Bay,” I reply, submerging my tone into a lust-filled octave of my own.

A groan hums against my lips, motivating him to bring his head back around and take my mouth again. What I thought was rough before was child’s play. What I believed was a sore cunt tomorrow is going to be me split in half because Cairo amps up his game and literally hammers into me so hard my whole body springs forward toward the wall.

Cairo’s palm falls oto one of my hips to keep me as close as possible, kneading it and causing me to cry out between his lips.

“You’re mine now,” he declares, as if to tell the both of us. “And anyone who fucks with you is dead.” Another lash of his tongue against mine, and I’m practically brain-dead when I hear him say, “Starting with De Leon.”

My eyes fly open, but Cairo is too deep into making out with me that his remain closed. I pull back a bit from his unyielding lips, barely making it out to only get out, “Wait?—”

“I will, and I can.” He chases my mouth, not allowing me any reprieve. His kisses are more demanding to drive in his point. Actions speaking louder than words could never say since we’ve been brought back into each other’s lives. “I hate that motherfucker.”

As much as it warms my little heart that he’d want to wipe away my problems, I think we need a game plan before popping off in other towns.

Right. Like Ozzy sorta did.

“Tell me you’re gonna let us do it. I want the message loud and fucking clear.”

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