Page 79 of Reckless: Chaos

“Look at you,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers down my neck. “Already following orders so beautifully. Been wanting this for months—watching you fight everything except this moment.”

His touch trails lower, tracing my collarbone. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve laid awake planning this. Calculating every touch, every response.” His fingers ghost over my breast, making me arch. “Stay still.”

The command comes sharp, and I freeze. His approval radiates in a low hum.

“Perfect. You fight me on everything else—security protocols, safe houses, basic self-preservation.” His hand cups my breast through my shirt, thumb circling until my nipple peaks. “But here, now? You yield so sweetly.”

“Maybe I—” My words cut off on a gasp as he pinches lightly.

“Did I say you could speak?” His voice drops an octave, rumbling through me until my knees threaten to buckle. “You’ve done enough talking. Enough fighting. Now you’re going to be quiet and take what I give you.”

My skin prickles with goosebumps as his voice drops an octave, blood rushing to the surface until my cheeks burn. His fingertips map coordinates on my skin with military precision—each touch placed like a tactical strike against weak points I didn’t know existed.

“Unless,” his lips brush my ear, “you need to give me a color?”

I shake my head. His chuckle vibrates against my skin.

“Good girl. Now...” His hands find the hem of my shirt. “Let’s see what you’ve been hiding under all that armor.”

Every brush of his fingers as he strips my shirt off feels deliberate, measured. When I start to help, he catches my wrists, pressing them back against the wall.

“What did I say about moving?” His voice drops lower, dangerous. “Keep those hands where I put them, or I stop. Understand?”

I nod, swallowing hard as he steps back to look at me. His eyes rake over my exposed skin like he’s memorizing every detail.

“Beautiful.” His thumb traces the edge of my bra. “But I think we can do better.” He reaches behind me, unhooking it with practiced ease. “Stay still. Let me see you.”

The command in his voice makes me burn, makes me want to move just to see what he’ll do. But I keep my hands pressed to the wall as he slides the straps down my arms.

“There you are.” His hands cup my breasts, thumbs circling until my nipples peak. “So responsive. Been dreaming about how you’d react to my touch.”

When he pinches lightly, my hips buck involuntarily.

“Careful,” he warns, pressing me harder against the wall. “You’re already in trouble for earlier disobedience. Don’t make it worse.”

“What are you going to do about it?” The challenge slips out before I can stop it.

His smile turns predatory. “Oh sweetheart,” one hand slides to my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse jump. “I’m going to take you apart piece by piece until the only word you remember isplease.”

My thighs clench involuntarily at his words, a pulse of heat radiating from my core that makes my breath catch and my fingers curl against the wall.

“Already trembling for me.” His thumb hooks under the waistband. “And I’ve barely started. Color?”

“Green,” I manage, though my voice comes out breathless.

“Good.” He releases my throat to strip my leggings down, taking my underwear with them. “Step out.”

I comply, and he rewards me with a brush of his fingers up my inner thigh. “Look how wet you are already. All this from following a few simple commands?”

His touch skims higher, and my hips twitch seeking more. He immediately withdraws his hand.

“What did I say about moving?”

“Please—”

“Already begging?” His laugh holds dark promise. “Oh no, little beta. When I make you beg, you’ll mean it.” His hand returns to my throat, angling my face up. “First, you’re going to show me how well you can obey.”

He kisses me then, hard and demanding, while his other hand slides between my thighs. When his fingers find my clit, I have to fight to keep my hands on the wall.

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