Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

And it’s not just me who wants to help her. The others do too. It matters to them. She matters to them, whether they want to admit it or not.

“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.

“What the fuck is this about then?” “She doesn’t get to touch what’s mine!”

“Yeah.” I huff a little laugh. “Even when I wouldn’t let myself have it, the only pussy I wanted was yours.”

“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.”

He nods, and his eyes burn. “That’s right. You’re not ruined. You’re a fucking warrior.”

“The part about you being here because you want to be. I like that, little fox. You’re ours now, and you basically just confirmed it.”

“You like it,” he says. “Being ours. You fight it because that’s what you do, who you are. You’re a fighter. But you still like it. It gets you right here.”

“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.”

“You’re ours,” he tells me, and it sounds like a promise and a command all at once. “You’re ours, and we’re yours.”

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