Brutal Blueblood

and months with Tanith. I would need her never to leave. I would need to get messy and rough and hard.
I thought I was a gentleman—the only gentleman of the Hellfire Club. Turned out there was a beast inside the gentleman all along.
And Tanith Bradford woke it up.
I clenched my hand into a fist where it rested on the wall. “We’re going to fuck, Tanith, I promise you that much,” I said in a sex-harsh voice as she kept stroking me. “But I don’t have a condom with me tonight.”
“Isn’t there—is there something else we can do?” she asked pleadingly. “I want to, I want to have you. I need to feel you—”
Lost to myself, to common sense, to everything, I was between her legs in seconds, pulling her thong to the side and pressing my erection against her bare clit.
Skin to skin. Cock to wet, eager pussy.
I hoisted her easily up so her legs could wrap around my waist and I could grind my dick against the front of her cunt, so I could move against the ripe bud at the apex of her sex. With the first grind of my hips, she was crying out, squirming in my arms, and scratching at my shoulders.
“Owen,” she breathed. “Oh my God. It feels so good.”
“Soon, I’ll be inside you,” I vowed, rocking us together. “I’ll be so deep, so big in there, and I’ll never want to leave. You’ll have to do everything with me inside you. Homework. Showering. Sleeping. All while I’m using this perfect cunt to fix the ache you’ve made.”
My filthy words had her whimpering, scratching harder at my shoulders, biting at my jaw. “You’d better,” she said. “You’d better, you’d better—oh my God, Owen—”
She went tight in my arms, her entire body as taut as a piano wire, and then finally, finally, I got to feel Tanith Bradford lose herself to an orgasm.
Her cunt was hot as fuck against the skin of my erection, and I could feel her release slicking her flesh as she cried out against my neck. Her pussy gave tiny, hungry flutters along my cock. It was so slippery between us now, and all I wanted to do was let loose all over her sex and send her back downstairs with my pleasure between her legs. But I didn’t, not yet. When I eventually got to come in her pussy or on it, I wanted to savor the sight. I wanted to have her spread out on my bed so I could stare at it for hours. I didn’t want it hidden under a fucking dress.
So instead, I set her down and spun her around, hitching her dress up to her waist in one smooth move. I stared down at her pert little arse, giving it an appreciative slap on one cheek.
She shivered. “I shouldn’t like that.”
I ignored her, wedging my slick, hard cock in the valley of her backside. I lifted the back string of her thong and put it over my cock, pressed her cheeks together around me, and started fucking. It only took a moment. Only a moment of her braced against the wall, her dress up to her waist, and my cock against her soft skin. My balls drew up tight to my body, and with a grunt and pleasure so sharp it felt like pain, I pumped my seed all over her backside, pulse after pulse of it.
I wanted it to last forever.
Fucking forever.
But after several more throbs, I was drained. My come spattered her skin like wet paint, and my cock gave a valiant surge as I took in the scene. Tanith’s thick blond hair tumbling down her back, my dick against her bare arse. The curve of one well-loved tit still shoved over the neckline of her dress, the swell of it visible from over her shoulder.
And then with an unhappy sigh and a vow to myself that I would have her again soon—for good, this time—I used the pocket square from my suit to wipe her clean.
“Thank you for helping,” she mumbled, turning and fixing her tits and the bodice of her dress.
“Of course,” I said, tucking the square into my pocket. “There’re a lot of ways I can help you, Tanith.”
She blinked up at me. “Excuse me?”
I stepped forward, thinking I’d kiss her again, but she dodged me, her pretty mouth pulling into a frown.
“There’s a lot I can offer someone in your position,” I said. “As a Montgomery. Normally, I’d be dating someone from a better background, but I think it’s clear that’s not an option here. I have to have you. And that means you can luckily reap the rewards of my interest.”
Something flashed in her eyes then, too fast for me to read, and she said, “I think you should go.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“Because,” she said tightly, “I am not going to be your charity case with benefits.”
“That’s not what I said—”
Footsteps came crashing up the stairs, and I turned in exasperation to see Lennox. His lips were swollen, and several bites stood out fresh and livid on his neck. Despite that, he didn’t look happy at all. He looked annoyed as hell.
“We got to get Phin home,” Lennox said. “Rhys just found him with the mayor’s daughter.”
“So?” I asked, now equally annoyed. “I’m in the middle of something.”
“Then take a fucking time-out! Our friend is about to get murdered by the mayor, and we need to get him into a car before he’s a bloody corpse.”
Goddamn Hellfire drama. Always fucking something.
I turned to Tanith. “Stay. I mean it this time.”
“Fuck off, Montgomery,” she said, but I couldn’t tell if that was weariness or hatred in her voice.
It didn’t matter. She wasn’t leaving this house until we got some shit straight.
She was mine. And I was going to prove it.

Chapter 8
Tanith
What the hell had I just done?
Well, you let Owen Montgomery dry hump you against the wall at a party. So. That happened.
I scrubbed my hands