Page 55 of Undisputed Chaos
“Nobody’s going to save you from me,” Adrian whispered, voice hot with delight. “You’ll never want out of my trap, you’ll only want to see how deep it goes.”
His mouth found the inside of my thigh, marking up my pale skin.
“Keep them open, Isla. If you close your legs again, I’ll tie your ankles to this counter and keep you here until you forget what standing up feels like.”
The threat was wild, mad, obsessed. I wasn’t scared. I was so desperate for him, I could’ve cried. My whole body throbbed for his mouth, his hands, the beautiful pressure at my throat.
His lips marked a wet line higher, over the white edge of my panties.
Suddenly, his hand slid up over my body, covering my throat again, thumb tracing the ribbon’s silk.
“You wore this for me,” he whispered, the heat of his breath a furnace.
“All the little games, the tasks. You knew you were being hunted; you like being prey. My pretty angel, running circles and ending up in my jaws.”
Yes. Always yes. I twisted beneath his grip, aching, needy in every cell. I felt hungry, helpless, greedy for the madman who made me feel this... everything.
I was at his mercy, by my own choosing.
He dropped a kiss on my inner thigh and tightened his fingers at my throat. The pressure was new but delicious, and I arched into him.
“Love this throat,” he muttered, half to himself. “I could hold it all fucking night. Could feel you pant, moan, choke on my name, and never get tired.”
He pressed, thumb and fingers wrapped perfectly, just enough that every heartbeat went straight to my core, making me wetter and more untethered.
He moved fast—a flash of ink as he snatched the neckline of my dress and yanked it down.
“Fucking look at these,” he growled.
The lace cups of my bra did nothing to hide the fullness of my breasts.
Adrian’s gaze was practically feral, the way he reached, cupped, and squeezed. Big, calloused hands warming me through the too-thin fabric.
“You’re the reason men lose hearts and start wars, angel.” His words came out half-praise, half-possession, all pride.
He shoved the cups down, freeing me fully. Cool air kissed myskin, and my nipples pebbled hard. When he groaned at the sight, a needy blush burned up my throat.
“Pretty pink nipples,” he purred, brushing his thumbs over the stiff peaks. “You ever begged for this before? Anyone ever handled you like prey caught in their clutches?”
Of course not—but before I could answer, his mouth covered one nipple, heat, hunger, and worship all at once.
He ran his tongue around the tip, sucked hard, then bit, not cruel, but definitely sharp enough to make a cry leap out of me.
Adrian instantly pulled back, eyes darting up, checking.
“Too much?” His voice did that thing, wavered between menace and concern, the kind that made me feel like I mattered more than oxygen.
I shook my head, everything in me straining under his hands. “No, it's good. Don’t stop.”
I was embarrassed by how desperate the words sounded, how much I loved giving him that power.
“Yeah?” "His smirk was slow and dark. “You like it when I’m rough?” He gave my breast another nip, then soothed the sting with his tongue, humming when I shivered.
“That’s it, let me hear those sounds. I’m gonna make your throat just as raw screaming my name.”
He moved to my other breast, mouth hot and wet, tongue swirling just enough for my toes to curl. Each scrape of his teeth was a taunt.
He squeezed my flesh with both hands, rolling my nipples between slippery fingers, pressing harder until my breath turned keening and needy.
