A Cruel Arrangement (Kings of New York, #2)

by Tijan

She went around Jess, coming to my side, and linked her arm with mine, stepping closer. Fuck. I felt that touch down to my dick.

An itch—she was the itch. She’d become my itch.

A whole possessive need was pounding inside of me. Molly was mine. She was either my target, my mark, my woman, or my cross to bear. Any and all ways I split it, she was mine.

Yeah

Remmi smiled at me. “Oh yeah. I wore a blindfold, headphones, and a bag over my head. I felt very Ozark-like. It was awesome,

“You’re forgetting how much I know you, too, and that puta isn’t—” My hand moved in a flash, choking him off as I wrapped it around his throat and held him against the wall. I tightened it. “Don’t ever call her that.” Another squeeze. “You hear me?”

He’s literally insane but I KNOW I can fix him

If that gun had gone off against her head . . . I greatly and intensely wanted to rip someone’s head off their shoulders. I wished I hadn’t killed the man. I wished that I’d kept him alive and he was strapped to a chair in one of my warehouses and I could be feeling his blood all over me. I wished for that with every fiber of my being right now.

I went and squatted in front of her. I patted my thighs. “Come on.” She moved in a flash, like a spider monkey. She came in, wound her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and I stood, a hand on her ass to keep her in place. She got even tighter to me, burrowing her head into my neck. Both of us sighed at the contact. Fuuuuuck. This was bad, so fucking bad. One touch and I felt right with her in my arms.

“I’m not the girl who thinks sex is love. I know it’s not. It’s never been that in my life.”

I was sipping my bourbon, and she was dancing on the end of the patio, overlooking the floor, lost in the music. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

She was touching someone who wasn’t me.

He grated against my ear, “I asked if you wanted me to let you go, because for a moment tonight, I thought maybe it would be better for you. Safer for you. I am who I am. I am what I do. Make no mistake, I am the bad guy.” He kept thrusting inside of me, slowing as he grated out, “And I asked you if you wanted to be free, and the look on your face—” He shuddered behind me. “I can’t do it. I can’t let you go. You’ve become the reason. You’re no longer the woman I’m going to use to end this war. You’re the reason for this war because if anyone hurts you, touches you, I’ll kill them. Are you hearing me? All of them.

You only wanted sex between us? Too fucking bad.” His mouth closed over my ear, his teeth grazing my lobe as he shoved so far up, he could’ve been in my stomach. “Mine, Molly. Do you know what that means?”

“You run and I’ll burn the world down for you.”