Page 81 of Undisputed Chaos
It washot.
"Fucking addictive," he whispered, reaching to unbuckle the seatbelt and free my wrists. "Perfect. So goddamn perfect."
My arms fell free, tingling with returning circulation, wrists bearing faint red marks from my struggles.
Adrian immediately gathered me against his chest, one large hand cradling my head while his heartbeat thundered beneath my ear.
The knife disappeared into his pocket, but his hand returned to stroke the ribbon at my throat, soothing the slight redness his grip had left behind.
"You're mine," he whispered into my hair, the words threat and promise wrapped in beautiful violence. "Forever, angel. No one else gets to touch you, taste you, or claim you. Only me."
I melted against his chest under the star-scattered sky, and I knew he was right. I was his completely, claimed by his knife, marked in ways that went deeper than skin.
But then he was pulling back, those jade-green eyes dark with renewed hunger as he studied my flushed face in the moonlight.
The city sprawled below us like scattered diamonds, the rural overlook providing perfect privacy for whatever he had planned next.
"Don't move," he commanded softly, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips before sliding me off his lap and stepping out of the car.
The night air rushed in, cool against my heated skin, carrying the scent of pine and distant rain.
Adrian moved against the open door with predatory grace, his massive frame silhouetted against the star-filled sky.
When he loomed just in front of me, the bulge in his jeans was unmistakable.
"Come here, angel," his voice was silk over steel, commanding yet tender. "Right to the edge of the seat."
I shifted forward on shaky legs, my body still humming from his earlier ministrations.
The leather was cool beneath my bare thighs as I positioned myself at the very edge of the car seat, the open door framing me like a picture.
Adrian stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell his cologne mixed with the musky scent of his arousal.
One large hand settled on his hip in a gesture of casual dominance, while the other reached out to trace my lower lip with his thumb.
"You know what I want," he said, that devastating smile curving his lips as he watched me with dark, wild intensity.
My breath hitched as understanding flooded through me.
Here, under the endless canopy of stars, with the city lights twinkling far below like earthbound constellations, he wanted me to pleasure him like he did me.
“Yes,” I whispered, but he was already shaking his head.
"No talking, angel. Just that pretty mouth on my cock."
His free hand moved to his belt, the soft rasp of leather and metal impossibly loud in the quiet night.
I watched as he freed himself—thick and hard and already glistening at the tip. The moonlight painted his skin silver, making him look like a god demanding tribute.
“Closer,” he commanded softly.
I leaned forward in the seat, the leather cool against my skin.
The position put me at the perfect height, my face level with his straining erection.
There was vulnerability in being naked in the open air while he stood fully clothed and in complete control.
"That's my good girl," Adrian purred, his other hand finding my hair and threading through the strands with gentle possessiveness. "Now show me how much you need me."
