Page 94 of Mayhem

“You heard Hailee. They are going to hurt my mom if I don’t go. I won’t have her life on my conscience. I’m going to go find out what they want.”

He pulls my pack from my arm. “Absolutely not. I forbid it.”

“Forbid it? You’re not my maker. You don’t have any authority to forbid me to do a goddamned thing.” I laugh.

He grabs my arm, pulling me into his arms. “Stop being so difficult. I’m trying to protect you.” He growls.

“That seems to be the theme of this entire relationship. You’re trying to protect me for some preconceived reason. I’m starting to think the whole reason you even want me here is because of some savior complex you have. If you want to protect someone, stick to Nate. I can handle my own business.”

“You’re way off base. You’re not leaving here tonight.”

“Fine. I’ll wait until you’re sleeping, then I’ll leave. Give it up, Chase. This is one fight you’re not going to win.”

“Oh, really?” His facial expression changes.

Without warning, he wraps a hand around my neck, crushing his lips to mine. It’s raw and angry.

When I don’t move my lips with his right away, he bites my bottom lip, making me gasp. He uses this opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth. My body reacts naturally, swaying into his as he works my lips and tongue. After several minutes of worshipping my mouth, he pulls back. We’re both breathless as he rests his forehead against mine.

“Have I won yet?”

“Not even a little bit,” I murmur, pulling his face back to mine.

He spins me, pinning me to the door, trailing his hands down my arms until he reaches my hands. Then he grabs them, pinning them above my head.

His lips leave mine, trailing down my neck. Every other kiss, he bites lightly, driving me insane.

“Chase, please,” I beg, not even realizing he has won.

“Please what? Tell me.”

“More.” I tremble.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

He pulls back, grabbing a condom from his pocket, pushing his sweatpants down. I start to push my shorts down only for Chase to take over. I kick them off to the side as he sheathes himself. Chase picks me up and presses my back against the door.

“This isn’t going to be nice and easy.”

“Good,” I gasp. “Fuck the anger out.”

He grips my hips hard as he positions himself at my entrance. Then he slams inside in one hard thrust. All at once I feel full with a pinch of pain.

“Again,” I demand.

He snakes one hand up my body until it reaches my neck. “I’m tired of this fucking mouth. I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t sass me anymore.”

Before I can respond, he puts slight pressure on my neck, making my heart beat faster. I arch into him as he pulls out and thrusts into me again, his hand releasing and squeezing in time with each thrust.

The pulsing on my neck along with the friction of his unrelenting assault on my pussy is enough to push me over the edge. I can’t even think straight as I feel my orgasm hit me, crashing over me like a tidal wave.

Chase doesn’t stop though. Instead, he pistons faster. When he lets go of my neck to get a better grip on my hips, I lean on his shoulder. Placing my mouth on his skin, I bite him as the pleasure builds again, the sensitivity almost painful, but I can’t stop him. I don’t want to.

“Goddamn, you’re squeezing the fuck out of me. That’s right, baby. Give me another one.”

His grip tightens hard enough to leave bruises, making me shudder. I can tell he’s getting close, his breaths coming heavier, his thrusts a little less coordinated.

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