Page 95 of Mayhem

I give in to my own pleasure, my body shaking as my pussy convulses around him for a second time.

He must follow me over because all I can hear is his groan as his fingers dig into my skin as he trembles against me, a new warm sensation coating my inside. He continues to pin me against the door as I go limp in his arms, my body worn from the workout.

Chase hoists me higher as he pulls away from the door, taking me to the bed. He lays me down gently, a drastic change from the way he just fucked me.

“I’ll be right back,” he tells me.

I nod, but my eyes fall closed before he even walks away, my body succumbing to the much-needed sleep.

Eighteen

“Willow,baby. I need you to get up.”

My eyes slowly flutter open at the sound of Chase’s voice.

“No. No work today. Come back to bed,” I grumble, reaching for him.

He chuckles. “I guess the D was that good, huh?”

“Shut up.” I pull the pillow over my head, attempting to chase the fleeting sleep.

“Come on, sleepyhead. We have places to be.” He pulls on my arm.

That’s when the events of last night flash across my mind.

Hailee showing up after being beaten.

The message she brought.

My mother.

“I was going to sneak out,” I groan as I sit up.

“I told you I’d get my way.” He smirks.

“You didn’t get your way. I’m still not doing whatever you want. I’m going home.”

I get out of bed, grabbing clothes to change into. I watch as his eyes roam my body as I pull off his T-shirt.

“Like what you see?” I tease.

“I always do.” He gives me a heated look.

“Flattery isn’t going to make me more compliant,” I singsong as I slip a pair of panties on.

He shrugs. “It was worth a shot. Hurry up and get dressed. Meet me in the living room.”

I finish dressing, packing my bag, making sure my cell phone is in my pocket. Then I head to the living room.

Chase grabs my pack and throws it on the couch.

“You won’t need that.”

“Chase,” I say through pursed lips.

He pulls me into him, his hand reaching into my back pocket. Stealthily, he grabs my cell and tosses it onto the couch next to the bag.

I push against his chest until he lets me go. “What the hell, Chase?”

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