Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“Love the way you sound… when I fuck you like this,” he pants. “When you scream for me.”

He wrote a word on my chest with our mingled blood, and it stands out in stark red against my pale skin. Mine.

“And what is your relationship to these men?” he asks me. “The four who own this house?” “Oh, I’m fucking all of them,” I reply, keeping my tone even.

“Wanted to slam you up against a wall and fuck that attitude right out of you.”

“Fuck, you take me like you’re made for it,” he gasps out, rolling his hips in a move that sends the head of his cock rubbing against that perfect spot again. “I’d do this all fucking day if we could. Just keep you here in my bed, impaled on my cock.”

“I’m not letting you go,” he snarls. “I’m not letting them take you. Not going to let anyone fucking hurt you.” He ties the last knot with an almost vicious tug and then yanks on it to make sure it’s not going to come undone. “I’ll keep you locked away if I have to, but I’m not losing you.”

In the shower, being washed up by two hot, naked men is a pretty good place to be,

There’s no denying my life is fucked up. That I’m fucked up.

“Baby girl,” he murmurs, his mouth moving against my lips, “I think you’ve ruined me.”

I’m not power hungry like some fuckers. I like what I’ve got. I just want a place to call my own, a family to call my own, and the chance to torture a few fuckers from time to time. I don’t need much. Simple pleasures and all that.