Page 71 of Mayhem

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

A tingling sensation travels from where he is touching me, traveling all the way down my body.

“What are you doing to me?” I whisper, tilting my head back.

“Nothing, yet. Two more weeks,” he says as he cups my face, thumb running along my jaw.

Two more weeks until my birthday.

“Why are you waiting? What’s the point?”

He leans in, kissing my forehead. “The point is I have a code. It might not be the law, but to me it is.”

I let out a deep sigh. “I don’t think I can wait that long. I ache.”

“You ache?” he asks as he trails his hand down my throat.

I nod. “You make me ache. When you touch me like this. When you’re close to me. You make my body ache for you. Why is that?”

He swallows hard. “Go to your room.”

“What?”

“I won’t tell you again. Go to your room. Now,” he says, grabbing a fist full of his hair and pulling it.

“Why?” I ask, shaking my head in confusion.

He picks me up, making me squeal in surprise. Then walks out of the bathroom, carrying me to the bedroom. Then he tosses me on the bed.

“What the hell, Chase?” I yell.

“When you say things like that, it makes me want to forget all the fucking rules and take you. I never deny myself, but in this case, I need to,” he says, avoiding eye contact.

I let out a heavy sigh. “So I get to ache until you get over yourself?”

“We could try something. It’s not exactly against the rules,” he says, staring off.

“Let’s do it.”

His eyes swing toward me, and he smirks. “You don’t even know what it is.”

“I don’t need to. Make me feel good. Take the ache away,” I beg.

He mutters a curse to himself before walking over to the dresser, bracing himself on it.

“I need you to do exactly what I say.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I mean it, Willow. You need to agree to follow my every command.” He hangs his head.

I huff out. “Fine.”

“Good. Take off your clothes.”

My heart pounds as I slide my shorts down and by the time I take off my top, I’m panting.

“Now what?” I ask breathlessly.

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