Page 12 of Undisputed Chaos
She looked up at me through her lashes, submission written in every line of her posture.
"You're not what I usually go for."
"Good." I crowded her close to a nearby pillar, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her neck, fingers brushing her vulnerable throat.
“Usual is boring."
Her pulse hammered under my thumb, her breathing shallow. The feeling of her life beating against my fingertips was intoxicating.
“I’m not... I don't normally..."
"Dance with strangers?" I supplied, the corner of my mouth lifting in amusement. "Or just ones that look like they could eat you alive?"
She let out a small laugh. "Both, I guess."
I leaned closer, our foreheads nearly touching. "Tell me to go, and I will."
That was a lie. I wouldn’t be going anywhere. Not when I'd found something this perfect, this meant for me.
Her pretty blue eyes flickered between mine, then down to my mouth. "I don't want you to go."
The admission seemed to surprise her as much as it pleased the predator in me. I let my free hand trail down her arm, feeling goosebumps rise in its wake.
"What do you want then, Isla?”
She swallowed hard, the movement visible in that lovely throat, her little tongue darting out to wet her perfectly glossed lips.
Everything in me sharpened, focused, like a weapon finding its target.
"I don't know," she whispered, honest in a way that people rarely were. "This feels..."
"Dangerous?" I supplied again, because it was. More dangerous than she could possibly comprehend.
"Yeah," she agreed, and something in her voice made my heart kick against my ribs.
We swayed together to the music, her perfect body gradually relaxing against mine. She smelled like summer and secrets, and I found myself wanting to know every single one.
She was looking at my tattoos again, tracing the edge of chains that curled around my collarbone with her eyes, unconsciously mapping territory she'd soon know intimately.
"Did they hurt?" she asked softly.
"Yes." I caught her hand and guided it to the ink on my neck, letting her fingertips brush the sensitive skin there. "But the good kind of hurt."
Her pupils dilated at that, and I filed the information away like treasure. So much potential hidden beneath that angelic exterior.
"What do you do?" I asked, genuinely curious. "When you're not driving strangers crazy in nightclubs?"
She laughed again, the sound warming something lost inside me. "I'm an artist. And a small content creator."
"Show me," I murmured, already planning how I'd learn every detail of her life. "Your art. I want to see it."
She blinked up at me, seemingly thrown by my interest, as if anyone wouldn't want to know everything about her.
"You do?"
"I wouldn't ask if I didn't mean it." And I'd have it all eventually, one way or another.
Her smile was like sunrise breaking through clouds. "Okay. Maybe... sometime."
