Page 62 of Undisputed Chaos
She went quiet when I applied pressure, and I tilted her head back until she was looking up at me, her lips parted in surprise and desire.
"W-What?" she whispered, seemingly forgetting her audience, that my hand gripping her throat was currently being livestreamed.
Everyone watching knew something seismic had shifted.
I bent low, the discerning of my face just out of frame, and captured her lips in a filthy, claiming kiss.
She melted against me instantly, a small whimper escaping her as my tongue swept past her lips. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my palm, the heat of her skin against mine.
When I broke the kiss, I kept my lips close to her ear, making sure my voice would be picked up by her mic as I murmured low and deep.
“She's mine."
My fingers possessively cupped the line of her jaw, thumb brushing over her lower lip, glistening from my kiss.
Then I stepped out of frame, a satisfied smirk spreading across my face. For a second, time hung suspended, and then she blinked.
Her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink, her eyes wide and slightly dazed. "I, um—" she stammered, still blinking like she was lost. "I should probably wrap this up."
The comments section was exploding, her followers losing their collective minds at what they'd just witnessed.
I caught glimpses of"WHO WAS THAT??"and"OMG THOSE TATTOOS"as they scrolled past too quickly to read.
The screen ended up freezing with the influx of comments, and I read a few,“I need her life,”and so on. I grinned off frame; it was hilarious.
Isla signed off with a flustered, “Thank you all for joining—see you next week!” and quickly ended the stream.
She swiveled around in her pastel chair to face me, shock and exhilaration all over that pretty face.
"You just—" she began, gesturing wildly at her computer. “They saw that!”
I grinned, untamed. “Problem, angel?"
"They're going to lose their minds," she gasped, her voice breathless wonder. "My DMs are going to break.”
“Good. Now they all know.”
I caught her and pulled her into my lap, hands sliding up until fingers curled under her jaw, over the ribbon, possessive and proud.
The city could burn for all I cared. She was dazed, head tipped back, eyes shining.
Her smile was radiant and unfiltered, nothing like the practiced one she just showed her followers. This one was just for me.
“My life has just changed,” she whispered, snuggling into my hold.
I pressed my lips to her neck, to my ribbon, whispering against her pulse, “This is just the start. Wait until I introduce you to my family. Everyone needs to see the angel I’ve caught for good.”
I smirked, feeling smug as fuck, then glanced at the four tubs of ice cream melting on her coffee table.
"But now, we have more important matters to attend to. I didn't buy all this ice cream for it to go to waste."
I flicked her a grin, loving the way she grinned back, cheeks flushed, hair mussed from both my mouth and her own euphoria.
"You bought four different flavors because...?" she asked, coming to sit beside me, pulling one leg up, and eyeing the containers.
I shrugged and patted the couch. “Angels never have to choose. And I’m not above bribery if it means getting painted in ice cream.
She settled close, closer than before, like the distance between us was nonexistent now.
