But it was me who had it good.
She kept jacking me over my jeans. Sending shockwaves of pleasure shearing through my veins. My need for her nearly sent me into a tailspin.
A nosedive into this sweet bedlam.
And I realized we were standing in the middle of the hall and we could be exposed at any time. Funny it wouldn’t have mattered if I was fucking any one of the bunnies out in the hall.
It was this one woman who was illicit.
A secret I didn’t want to fucking keep.
Still, I grabbed her by the hand and hauled her deeper down the hall.
Passed the bathroom I was pretty sure she’d told Elena she was heading to. I opened the door to the first bedroom only to snap it closed when I found Fuse and Jupe in there with three women.
A soft breath of surprise hit the back of my neck, Brinley catching a glimpse of what was going down inside.
I led her deeper, bypassing every door, not able to picture myself taking her into one of the shared rooms where I’d had uncountable women before.
Yeah. I was fully aware that I was crossing so many lines when I guided her all the way to the end of the hall to the massive Church doors.
The Crimson Crows emblem emblazoned across both sides.
A seal of its sanctity.
One I was about to desecrate.
I stalled for one beat before I tossed one side open and pulled her into the wisping darkness.
Heat saturated the air, and her heels clattered on the hard floor as I dragged her up to the head of the table.
I could feel her attention racing. Trying to categorize everything she was seeing. The grim images painted on the walls, the demons and ghosts more alive than when these men had actually been breathing.
“You see what you’ve done to me, Brinley? It’s forbidden for anyone to be in these walls except for the patched-in members of Crimson Crows. You’ve made me break every fucking one of my own rules.”
And I couldn’t bring myself to care.
She exhaled a shaky breath, and I kept hold of her as I dragged the high-backed chair that appeared more like a throne from the head of the table.
Putting her in its place.
“If I’m the fucking king, then you’re my queen.” It was a scrape of air as I pushed her chest down onto the table.
Her skirt rode up so high, the satiny slip of her underwear bunched up in her soaked pussy.
I knelt behind her, and her long legs shook as I slowly peeled the scrap of material down.
I spread her, licking her into a needy puddle before I flipped her around and planted her ass on the rough wood.
“Heels on the table.”
She rushed to comply, those high, high heels hooked to the edge. She leaned back on her hands, her skirt bunched up around her waist and her cunt dripping.
I took a single step back so I could appreciate her trembling in need.
Slowly, I unbuckled my belt while I watched that Little Wildfire burn.
I flicked the button on my jeans and undid the fly, shoving them down enough to free myself.
