Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

I push her against the wall, making her gasp as I press my body against hers, flattening her next to the cool brick. She stares up at me with those huge brown eyes, rough breaths fluttering against her full pink lips. My cock strains against the zipper of my jeans. I know she can feel me. She rocks her hips, grinding herself on me. Before I can think through the consequences of what I’m doing, I wrap a hand around her throat. “You want to be fucked, Joey? Is that it?” Her breath catches. Her beautiful tits shudder against my chest. “You’re too afraid of my brothers to fuck me.” “You think?” My free hand coasts down her body, over her ribs and the curve of her hip, making her shiver. Her dark eyes burn into mine. “Yeah.” I grip the edge of her short dress and she lets out the softest and sexiest little moan I’ve ever heard in my entire goddamn life. Yanking it up, I push my hand between her thighs and brush my fingertips over the tiny scrap of fabric covering her pussy. It’s damp. And I am fucking done for. I squeeze her throat a little harder. “Are you wet?” “Yes.” “Why? Because that jackass was touching you?” “What do you care?”