Page 57 of Undisputed Chaos
“Let me hear you break,” he rasped. “Let everyone know who fucking owns you now.”
I shattered for him, open and sobbing. My orgasm crashed through me, pleasure torn wide and deep.
Adrian ate every sound, every drop; he worshipped me through every pulse, fingers never stopping, mouth never relenting until I was trembling, tears streaming down my face from the sheer force of everything he’d drawn out of me.
Only when my body trembled, oversensitive, did he lift his head. He let go of my throat last, thumb tracing soft circles along my jaw, his gaze burning with the power of what we’d just done.
He rose, eyes burning, lips swollen, face so proud I wanted to cry.
He cradled my face, words breaking through ragged breaths. “You’re not leaving this counter till you understand all of this is mine. Every part, every sound, every fucking breath is mine now. Got it?”
I knew I’d never wanted anything more, never needed someone more than I needed Adrian holding me exactly like this, anchoring me to the world while he undid every rule I’d ever lived by.
I nodded, breathless, lips bitten open by ecstasy, skin marked with every place he’d claimed me.
I wanted to beg for more, for everything, for Adrian and the darkness he let me love. I’d never been more certain or more undone.
“Got it,” I whispered, already greedy for the next wave, the next touch, the next thing he’d make me feel.
I was starving for the man who hunted me, who made being trapped the only place I’d ever want to live.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Adrian
Heaven. That’s what it was. The taste of her, my face buried between her thighs, the way she broke and clung.
Every sound from those lips was a small, desperate masterpiece.
I’d never been so fucking obsessed with anything in my life. I could’ve stayed there forever, my tongue buried in her sweetness, hands gripping her hips, her breathy moans echoing in my skull like a song I never wanted to end.
I lived for her now. I wanted to mark her up everywhere until dark blue and purple competed with the pale silk carrying my name.
But when I finally rose, licking her taste from my lips, I was so hard I could barely think. My cock ached in my jeans, throbbing with the need to bury myself inside her.
Still, I held myself back, gritting through the need.
I wouldn’t ruin this by rushing. She wouldn’t ever be just a victory to mount on my wall. I wanted her to beg, to feel safe before she let me destroy her all over again.
My Isla was still dazed, draped over the counter, limp with aftershocks. My ribbon was askew and damp. She looked annihilated, and so fucking pretty.
I thumbed her thigh, pressing into her sensitive skin, memorizing her little shudders.
“You okay, angel?” My voice was a scrape of sandpaper.
Her pretty blue eyes fluttered open, bright and lost. “That was—Adrian, I?—”
She broke off, cheeks flushed, lips parted. She looked at me like I’d remade the sky.
I grinned, cocky and a little mean, tracing her jaw with my thumb. “Yeah, I know. Didn’t even have to hack your phone to figure that out.”
She glanced down, her gaze catching on the bulge in my jeans, and her breath audibly hitched. Her hand moved, hesitantly at first, as she pressed her palm over me, slow and curious.
I hissed, hips jerking. Fuck,yes.
“Can I?” It came out fragile, hot, whisper-urgent.
Fucking God. I’d never wanted anything more. I almost lost it right there.
