Page 78 of Undisputed Chaos
“You’re trapped with me forever.”
I was helpless against him, vulnerable in a way I'd never been with anyone before. Yet I felt no fear, only a wild, reckless need.
My breath hitched as moonlight caught a flash of metal—his jade-handled knife appearing out of his pocket.
My heart hammered against my ribs as he twirled the bladebetween his fingers, eyes never leaving mine.
Was he going to use the knife on me? Both terror and arousal flooded my senses. He was actually going to?—
"Don't worry, angel," he smiled, reading the mix of fear and want in my expression.
"I'd never damage something so perfect. But I am going to mark you, claim every inch of this soft skin until there's no doubt who you belong to."
The flat of the blade pressed against my thigh, the metal cool against my heated skin.
I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only feel as Adrian dragged the knife slowly upward, following the path his fingers had traced moments before.
"Look at you trembling for me," he whispered, voice thick with dark satisfaction. "Does Noah know you like knives, Isla? Does he know how wet your little pussy gets when someone dangerous touches you?"
I whimpered, straining against the seatbelt, my body arching toward the blade like I was drawn to danger itself.
The knife traveled higher, warming against my skin, and Adrian's other hand tightened around my throat again.
"Answer me," he commanded, pressing the knife's edge—not sharp enough to cut, but present enough to feel—against the hem of my panties.
“Does your ex know what a dirty little angel you really are?"
"No," I gasped, the word torn from my throat. "Only you. Only you know."
His smile was purely predatory, filled with dark promise. "That's right. Only me."
The knife traced the edge of my dress, a whisper of metal against cotton.
"I'm the only one who gets to see you like this—bound, desperate, and begging for more."
He moved the blade higher, following the curve of my hip, my waist, until it rested just below my breast.
Adrian's eyes were wild, pupils blown with lust and something darker, the need to erase any trace of another man's touch.
"Is this what you want, Isla?" he asked with barely contained violence.
"Want me to show you what real obsession looks like? What happens when someone who actually deserves you decides to keep you?"
My mind was spinning, overwhelmed by sensation and the vulnerability of my position.
Bound, exposed, a knife pressed to my skin, and yet I'd never felt safer. Never felt more wanted than I did under Adrian's intense, wild gaze.
"Yes," I breathed, the word containing all my trust and desire and need. "Show me. Mark me. Make me yours."
His smile was beautiful and terrifying. "Oh, angel," he whispered, lips brushing my ear as the knife traced delicate patterns on my skin.
"I'm going to corrupt you so thoroughly that no one else will ever be able to touch you without you thinking of me. You'll be marked, claimed, owned so completely that even breathing will remind you of the demon who owns you.”
His hand at my throat tightened just enough to make my pulse jump beneath his fingers, the pad of his thumb tracing the delicate line of the ribbon.
"Is it fear or want turning you on this much?”
I swallowed hard, feeling the movement against his palm. "Both," I admitted, voice barely a whisper, floating on the edge of something dark and delicious.
