Page 292 of Chaos Kills

“You’re gonna let me talk?” he solicits, not that it’d matter on my answer. He’s just made it for me.

“Absolutely fucking not,” I clip back. “Because you’re just like Matteo.”

Cairo makes it a mission to grab my other hand, joining it with the one over my head, and the man on top of me makes it no secret how much he’s enjoying this.

“I always pictured you fighting me,” he says, his tone low and guttural, as if he’s fucking pleased by the fact. “That I’d have to force my way in because you and I butt heads too much.”

He leans in, causing me to whip my head to the side to keep his lips away from me.

“Do you think I need to kiss you to get you coming all over my cock?” It’s the way he says it. Taunting, mocking, and it makes my pussy clench a bit. “You needn’t bother bringin’ up De Leon to ward me off, sweetheart. That’s only going to make me want to do it even more.”

If this motherfucker thinks he’s gonna fuck me once and be done, I’m gonna scream so loud that Levi is going to hear me from wherever he is.

“And then what?”

“You know the answer to that,” he mutters softly. “You know exactly how this shit goes. I’m gonna fuck Matteo De Leon out of your head, Little Terror.”

“Doubtful.”

The sudden fingers at the waistband of my shorts make me jolt as Cairo slowly draws them from between my ass and the mattress. He doesn’t even acknowledge what I’ve just said, which freaks me out a tad more when I don’t know what the cool and collected entity of Cairo Black is thinking.

“What would Vivian think?” I hedge, trying to make it so unattractive to keep toying with me that he just gets pissed off and leaves when the cotton material makes it to the middle of my thighs.

“Keep mentioning people I don’t like, Bay, and I’m gonna fuck you harder.”

I roll my eyes, can’t help it. I’ve heard the talk but haven’t seen shit to back it up.

“I think we should call her up and ask,” I continue. “She might not approve.”

Cairo’s index finger hooks around the edge of my panties, opening me up to him as he keeps his tight hold on me. “Go ahead and call.”

“I need the use of my hands first.”

“Then, I suggest you try harder to make it sound like you really don’t want me to fuck you,” he proposes like the dickhead he is. “You stopped fighting me.”

My nostrils flare, motivating me to bring my knees forward to wedge in between us, but that only gets Cairo to lean on them so his weight keeps them there. “You’re such a good girl,” he muses, running his knuckle up my wet center and to my aching clit. “So fucking predictable.”

I meet his dark brown eyes, and he must see it, because I thrust my head forward to catch his nose, but he jerks back just in time to see his fuckable face.

This man infuriates me like no other.

Almost more than Torin.

His hot and cold, along with the promises he gives… I don’t know if he’s coming or going.

And maybe it’s me just thinking way too hard and long about this.

I’ve developed feelings, and I’m afraid where those are going to take me. Like the ones I got hit with in regards to my emotions toward Ozzy and how strongly violent they are. So much so I was ready to rip Vivian’s throat out of her neck if I found her near him one more time.

It’s a problem.

Cairo is a fucking problem.

“You forget I’m a fighter, Little Terror,” Cairo muses, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “And I’m not everyone else.”

No, he’s not.

Cairo is obnoxiously calm and collected, and I’m pure recklessness. I react off my temper and not the full picture.

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