Page 57 of Deadly Little Hearts

I’m sleeping in my bed with Freya, whether she likes it or not.

I follow her inside.She storms up the stairs, and I’m right behind her.When she walks past my room, I reach out, grabbing her wrist to pull her to a stop.She whirls around, yanking her hand free and leveling me with angry eyes.Fuck me, she’s beautiful.This is exactly why I want to make her angry.To feed off the anger coming off her.She shows her emotions way too easily.

I need someone who will challenge me—someone who won’t just put up with my shit and roll over like a good girl.I want someone who will fight me, disagree with me, and have her own opinions.Who will rise to all the bullshit I throw her way, and fuck me, have I found her.Our relationship isn’t normal, far from it, but what I feel for her is like nothing else.I’d gladly step in front of her and take a bullet to the chest if I had to, even though she’d fight me on that and call me a dickhead.

When she came storming back into my life, I hated her.I didn’t want to see her again because she broke my heart when she walked away from me that night and chose Amirah.I’ve never admitted this to her, and I’ll probably take it to my grave.She knows how I feel about her.

“You’re sleeping with me tonight,” I growl, and she rolls her eyes.I’m on her in seconds, forcing her backward into my door.Her back hits the wall with a soft thud, her eyes changing to a stormy blue.

My thumb rolls over her throat, my fingers tightening around her neck.“I don’t wanna sleep with assholes who manhandle me into cars,” she huffs through her teeth, and the corner of my mouth lifts.She’s fucking breathtaking with my hand around her throat and her angry eyes.

I lean forward, pressing my hips into hers.She doesn’t move away.She watches me, her eyes daring me to punish her, to make another move.

“I’ll chain you to my fucking bed every night just to know you’re safe,” I say, running my tongue along my bottom lip.

“Do it,” she breathes, then my lips are on hers.

She fights me for dominance, my tongue sliding along hers.She pulls back, biting into my lip hard, and a drop of blood trickles down my chin.

“You tease whips and chains, but where are they?”she asks, pressing her lips together in a pout.

“Whips and chains ...say no more.I’m in,” Lucas quips, coming along the hallway.He takes a bite out of an apple while glancing between Freya and me.

“He’s all talk,” Freya says with a roll of her eyes.

Leaning forward, I twist the door handle, and she stumbles back a couple of steps before finding her feet.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” I demand.

She opens and closes her mouth before turning around and doing exactly what I asked.I watch as she removes my hoodie, one that I won’t ever get back now.It looks better on her, anyway.Knowing she’s wearing something that belongs to me feels right.My clothes are keeping her warm, my scent surrounding her body.

She pulls her top over her head, leaving her in a black lacy bra.Her full tits bounce as she saunters to my bed.She sits down, glancing over, batting her eyes.

“Lucas, will you be a doll and help me out of these pants?”she asks while looking at me.

Lucas barges past me like a dog in heat and drops to his knees in front of her.Freya glances between me and him.Lucas braces his hands on her knees, and I move into the room, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it.I have no idea where Hazen went, and I don’t give a fuck.

This is the first time I’ve seen Lucas be close with Freya, and I want to know how this plays out.

“My bedroom, my rules,” I command, and Lucas looks toward me, pursing his lips together.His hands rest on Freya’s knees, as if he’s waiting for me.

Freya rolls her eyes, and I stride farther into the room until I’m at the end of the bed.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”I ask.

“Yes, hurry up with your commands before I just roll over and go to sleep,” she says, yawning.

I shake my head at the brat.“Freya, lie on your back.Lucas, roll down her pants, inch by inch.”

Freya falls back with a huff, and Lucas wastes no time peeling her pants over her ass and down her legs until they’re flying across the room.He didn’t exactly go slow like I asked, but seeing Freya in her matching black lace underwear, I’m not complaining.Her creamy complexion, toned legs, and the scars that line her body are perfection.It takes everything in me not to storm over to them, push Lucas out of the way, and have her.Fuck.How’d I get so fucking lucky?

“Hurry up, bro, or I’m taking things into my own hands,” Lucas complains.

“Run your tongue up the inside of her leg slowly,” I say, unbuttoning my jeans and lowering my zipper.

Lucas obeys, and as he moves his way up her leg, my hand finds my hard, waiting cock.

Freya turns her head to the side, her gaze fixated on my length.She licks her lips, and my cock twitches in my grip.No one else has this effect on me.This girl, my girl,ourgirl, is royalty.I never thought we needed a queen in our Brotherhood, but fuck, she’s changed everything.

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