Page 77 of Undisputed Chaos
The road opened onto a cliffside overlook, city lights twinkling like fallen stars in the distance.
Adrian slowed the car, eventually coming to a stop on a plateau overlooking the distant city lights.
With a touch of a button, the roof of the Lamborghini retracted, exposing us to the dark sky above and the gentle breeze that carried the scent of pine and earth.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured, but his eyes were on me, not the view.
"It is," I whispered, tilting my head back to look at the stars scattered above us like diamonds on black velvet.
My pulse hammered as Adrian's presence filled the space—predatory, possessive, barely leashed.
When I looked back at him, his eyes had darkened, hunger etched into every line of his face.
Without a word, he unclipped his seatbelt and shifted in his seat to face me fully.
"Come here," he commanded, sliding his seat back and patting his thick thigh.
Not a request. An order.
I awkwardly climbed over the center console, my dress riding up as Adrian's hands found my hips, dragging me onto his lap with a growl that vibrated through both our bodies.
His mouth was on mine before I could catch my breath. Not gentle, not asking, but taking. Devouring.
His tongue swept past my lips with ruthless possession, one hand fisting in my hair while the other wrapped around my throat.
This was claiming, marking, a reminder of who I belonged to.
"Mine," he snarled against my lips, thumb pressing hard against the ribbon. "Not his to study, not his to want.Mine."
The possessiveness in his voice, the barely contained violence, made my core clench with want.
This was Adrian cracked open, the dangerous man behind the charming smile, and I was drowning in the dark promise of him.
His hand left my throat to trace the neckline of my dress, fingers rough as they pushed the fabric aside.
“The pathetic fuck thinks he knows you," he growled, mouth hot against my neck. "Thinks he can watch you, figure you out like some fucking puzzle."
I gasped as his teeth untied the ribbon, biting down hard enough to leave marks. "Adrian?—"
"But he doesn't know how you taste when I manhandle you,” he continued, tongue licking the sting of his bite.
"Doesn't know how you sound when your throat’s squeezed. Doesn't know you like it rough, like being owned."
His words sent liquid fire straight to my core. This was like a wet dream.
"Hands behind your back," he instructed, tone graveled with command.
I nodded, unable to form words as he pulled his driver’s side seatbelt loose and held it in his hand.
Following his instructions, I placed them behind my back.
Adrian maneuvered the seatbelt behind me, looping it around my wrists twice before clicking it into place on the other side of us, near the console.
The position locked my arms and thrust my chest forward, leaving me completely vulnerable and at his mercy.
"Adrian?" I questioned, testing the restraint. It wasn't painful, but it was firm. I couldn't move my wrists if I tried.
"That's my good girl," he praised, one hand returning to my throat while the other traced the edge of my dress where it had bunched around my thighs.
