Page 76 of Undisputed Chaos
"Focus, Isla." His grip tightened just enough to make me gasp. "I can feel you drifting. Eyes on me, not in your head."
I blinked, pulled back to earth by the edge in his voice, the way his green eyes flicked between me and the road with predatory intensity.
"Tell me about the times he got weird," Adrian continued, his voice dropping to something that sounded like a purr wrapped around a blade.
“The ones you don't talk about because good girls don't acknowledge that kind of shit."
My breath hitched. The way he said 'good girls' made my thighs clench.
"He got fixated when I started getting followers. Wanted to understand it, wanted to... study me, I think. Like... I don’t know.”
"Study you." Adrian's laugh was dark, amused in a way that promised violence. "Cute. Did he learn what makes you tick?"
I was floating again, lost in the feeling of his hand on my throat, the dangerous promise in his voice.
This was exactly like my fantasies—the possessive boyfriend, the threats wrapped in desire, the way submission felt like flying.
"Answer me." He growled, and suddenly his fingers were gripping my jaw, turning my face to him, thumb pressing hard against my lower lip. "I asked you a question, angel."
"He—" I swallowed, eyes wide. "He tried to pull me back when I started pulling away. He got intense about not losing me. But he doesn't... I mean, I don't think he contacts me anymore. Not that I know of."
Adrian's smile was dark and shadowy. "Not that you know of."
He released my jaw, hand sliding back to my throat possessively. "See, that's the problem with pathetic worms like Noah. They're better at hiding than you think."
He was being way too hot.
“Here's what's going to happen," Adrian continued, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my skin while his voice turned to pure threat.
"I'm going to find out where your ex is, what he's been up to, and whether he's been a good boy and stayed away from what's mine."
His grip flexed. "And if he hasn't... I have very creative solutions for problems that don't know when to quit."
His words were a blur to my ears. I was drowning in the darkpromise of his tone, the way possession rolled off his tongue like a spell.
I'd never felt so owned or so aroused before. Because Adrian wasn't just possessive. He was absolutely, beautifully, dangerously mad.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Isla
The night wrapped around us like a predator's embrace as Adrian drove deeper into the darkness, away from civilization's lights.
His hands gripped the steering wheel white-knuckled, jaw clenched tight.
The energy radiating from his frame was barely contained—a beast pacing behind bars, waiting for the lock to break.
"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the Lamborghini's growl.
"Somewhere I can have you all to myself." His voice was rough gravel, eyes flicking to mine with an intensity that stole my breath.
"I own land out here. No witnesses for miles."
The use of the word 'witnesses' sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with fear.
Since dinner, since learning about Noah, Adrian had transformed into something more dangerous, hungrier.
Like he was done pretending to be civilized.
