Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)

by Eva Ashwood

She groans unintelligibly, and I smooth my hand down her back. “I know,” I murmur to her. “I know, baby girl. Come here.”

“You’re fucking wrong if you think that. You’re not ruined. You’re strong as hell. You’re a queen, with four men who would all get on our knees for you. We wouldn’t want you so damn bad if you weren’t steel all the way through, baby girl. You’re not. Fucking. Ruined.”

“Please come back to me, baby,” I whisper roughly. “Don’t do this. Don’t let the darkness take you. You’re stronger than this, I know it. Please. Come back to us. We fucking need you.”

Like we’re just two people trying to bind ourselves together closer than our physical bodies will let us get.

“You’re not broken. You’re a fucking warrior, through and through. You hear me, goddammit? You’re strong enough to survive this.”

“The way you’re taking him. How open you are. You’re so fucking good for letting him in like this. There’s never been anyone as perfect for us as you.”

There’s a word written there, the raised, swollen cuts stark against the rest of my skin. Ours.

Whatever Gage sees now, it must be enough. He nods, dragging his fingertips down the line of my jaw. “I told you, baby girl. We can’t let you go.”

“Wow. That’s very Zen of you,” I tease. “You’re like a psychotic, murderous Winnie the Pooh.”

Pleasure and pain. Light and dark. He helps me find both sides of myself.

Kill for you. Live for you. Die for you.” In unison, the guys echo it back like a prayer. A benediction.

Let the whole fucking world know. River is ours. Ours to protect. Ours to worship. Our fucking queen.

“Just call me the Queen of Anarchy.”