Page 149 of Undisputed Chaos
I shook my head as much as his grip would allow. "No," I breathed. "I don't want to run anymore."
"Smart choice," he murmured, lips ghosting over my hair. "Because I would chase you to the ends of the earth. There's nowhere you could hide that I wouldn't find you and make you mine.”
His hand returned to my throat, fingers wrapping around it with possessive certainty, tapping against my skin.
"This is where you belong. Right here, with my hand on your throat, and my name on your lips."
His thumb stroked the sensitive skin beneath my jaw, feeling my pulse race under his touch. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You," I whispered, the word falling from my lips like a confession. "I belong to you, Adrian."
The predator had caught his prey, and I knew that there would be no escape.
Not from Adrian, not from the darkness we shared, not from this twisted, beautiful connection that bound us together.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Isla
"Now," Adrian's voice dropped low and growly, "we need to discuss your little adventure today."
His hands moved, shifting me until my stomach pressed against the hard muscle of his thighs, my ass lifted and exposed to the warm air.
The rough bark of the tree at his back cast shade over us, leaves rustling above like voyeuristic witnesses.
"You left the house without telling me," he growled, possessive heat burning in his green eyes. "Put yourself in danger. Made me hunt you down like some feral animal."
Wasn’t he?
One tattooed hand splayed across the small of my back, pinning me in place, while the other gathered the hem of my white sundress.
The fabric slid upward, inch by inch, until the breeze kissed my bare thighs.
His calloused palm rasped over the lace of my panties, and I shuddered, torn between shame and arousal.
"Look at this," he crooned, tracing the damp spot soaking through the delicate fabric.
"Already dripping for me, angel? Even after running like a scared rabbit?"
His fingers hooked into the waistband, stretching the lace taut against my skin. "These need to go."
The sound of his jade knife being flicked open froze the air in my lungs. The same bloodied blade that had been buried in Noah's flesh now glinted murderously.
He made a show of wiping it clean in his shirt, blood smearing on the fabric before he held it up with a feral grin.
“Clean. Now hold still," he warned, dragging the cold steel along the seam of my panties. "Wouldn't want to nick this perfect ass."
Was this insane? My boyfriend using the knife that he just stabbed my ex-boyfriend with on me?
The lace parted, the blade slicing upward until my panties hung in ruined shreds.
He tossed them aside carelessly, and I flinched as the knife buried itself in the forest floor beside us, jade handle catching the dappled sunlight.
"There," he growled, palming my bare cheeks, squeezing until I whimpered. "Now this is how my angel should be for me. Bare, exposed, mine."
His hand descended without warning, a sharp crack against my bare cheek, the slap echoing through the trees.
I jerked forward with a cry, but his grip in my hair held me firm, forcing my spine into an arch.
