Anarchy (Hades, #2)

by Tate James

I don't have the time or patience to be manipulated by your dick right now."

"I'm not asking you for forever, Red," he murmured in that deep, husky voice that all but dripped sex. "But you'll give it to me anyway."

"I'm here because I woke up alone in my bed with a raging hard-on and an undeniable need to see my woman."

He fucked me hard and fast, nailing me into the mat and making me scream like a fucking banshee when I came.

His own release was only a split second behind, his hot cum filling me as I thrashed and moaned all over his dick like a strung-out junkie.

Fists clenched at his sides, he took two steps closer. "I said, no. No, I will not sit down. Not about this. I'm not goddamn overstepping, Dare, because I fucking love you. Okay? I love you."

"Jesus," I hissed when my cunt throbbed in response to his touch. Cass let out a low, dark chuckle. "Nah, just a Saint." "Oh my god," I groaned, pushing back from his grip to glare at him. "You did not just dad-joke me while fingering my pussy. Fucking hell, Cass."

"You're mine right now, Red,"

Fuck you're beautiful. It's almost painful to look at you and not touch you, not grab you and--

I want to be the one you turn to when it all gets too much.

You've consumed my thoughts for five fucking years, Red. Since the moment I met you, no woman has been able to compare. They were all simply place-holders for the real thing. You.