Page 54 of Undisputed Chaos
His tattooed fingers locked around my ankles, splaying my knees wide until the kitchen lights bared all of me for his devouring eyes.
“You didn’t care when I was watching you with those venomous bitches in the café, did you?”
My brain was melting. “I liked it,” I admitted. Under his stare, I liked it so much I wanted to die.
He grinned widely and a little unhinged, licking up the inside of my calf, teeth scraping skin. “You pretty little masterpiece,” he muttered, making me needy and desperate.
He nipped at my skin, and I jolted, unable to stop the mewling hitch in my breath.
His eyes caught mine, black-green, wild as anything. “You want more? You want it rough?”
His growl was an animal, a lover, a king on his knees. “Be polite, ask for your ruin.” He squeezed the plush of my thigh, staking his claim with every touch.
A shiver raked me, hot and helpless. “Please… give it to me.”
The air thrummed as I spoke it. A secret given, a dare accepted.
His smile went feral. “My good girl begs so sweet.”
He took my foot, his big, inked hand gentle on my ankle.
His lips, warm and wet, pressed into my arch, and his tongue licked up, hot and slow, to my blue-painted toes.
I gasped, every nerve new, every sensation too bright. It was such an unexpected intimacy—his mouth on my foot, his green eyes locked on mine with an expression of pure devotion.
Each flick of his tongue sent shivers through me, and I had to grip the counter to steady myself.
As he worshipped me, Adrian’s gaze drifted up my body, dark and hungry, stealing my breath for his collection.
"Oh," I breathed, shocked by how sensitive I was there, how the gentle scrape of his teeth against my instep sent shivers up my leg.
"Like that?" he murmured against my skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my ankle. "Just wait, angel. I'm only getting started."
He switched feet, biting my instep, sucking at soft skin. “You have the filthiest little thoughts, don’t you?” he teased, voice rough as he continued sending fire through my body.
“Cute feet, angel, but these thighs?” He braced his hands on my knees, pushing them apart again. “These are mine. All of this perfection is mine to bite up, mine to bruise up.”
His mouth traveled higher, licking up my calves to my thighs. He bit as he went, marking, and it made me want to cry out his name.
“You think anyone else could handle this?” He glanced up, grinning.
“Nah. Nobody gets to see this. You’re mine now. You played my games, wore my ribbon, and got hunted like a good angel. There’s no escaping me. Not now, not ever.”
The words made something inside me sparkle. I’d never been this open, wrung out, almost fevered with the thrill of surrender.
My mind sputtered—where had this Isla been all my life, what else am I, what else will I crave of him?
His mouth moved higher, teeth grazing the inside of my thigh, andI whimpered, trying to close my legs. Adrian's grip tightened, holding me open.
His jaw flexed as he took in the white lace between my thighs. “You trying to hide from me, angel?” The words vibrated low, dangerous—a caress and a warning.
I shook my head, not trusting myself with words, not when I was already trembling, soaking, ruined before he’d even touched me where I needed him.
He caught my chin in his hand, fingers rough but careful, thumb sweeping over the curve of my throat, pressing enough to make my pulse skitter.
“This right here…” His grip tightened. “You know this is mine now, don’t you? I could spend forever like this, just watching you breathe for me.”
He released me, but not fully, hands sliding up my thighs.
