Page 52 of Undisputed Chaos
My whole spine vibrated with longing.
No shy glances down, no urge to duck away, just longing, raw and bright. I wanted him to realize exactly how badly I was unraveling from the weight of his presence.
I took a step toward him, heartbeat stuttering, the air between us practically trembling. His nostrils flared, and a slow, dark grin cut across his mouth.
“Angel.”
His voice was deeper and richer in person than over the phone.
His gaze dropped to the ribbon at my throat, and something darkened in his expression, hungry, pleased, and possessive all at once.
"Adrian," I breathed, suddenly unsure what to do with my hands, my face, my entire body.
He rested a strong forearm above my head, massive against the doorframe. "You gonna invite me in, or are we doing this in the walkway?”
He raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Not that I mind an audience. Blue looks real good on you.”
The world blurred. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t blink. He bent, his mouth grazing my ear, hot enough to make my thighs clench.
“You want me to lose control? Want me to make you mine so everyone out here would know?”
My brain emptied out, replaced with need. I wasn’t scared—I wassoaked, helpless, ready. I pressed into his chest, hips tilting automatically, everything in me straining for contact.
He gave it, and hard.
Adrian crossed the threshold, bringing with him the scent of expensive cologne. His hand slid—big and greedy, fingers spreading shamelessly, spanning my waist, hauling me tight to his body.
I gasped, feeling the hot, rigid press against my belly.
“You’re starving for it. You want me, angel? Want someone who’ll ruin you?”
I answered without words. I arched into him, my mouth desperate.
He took my jaw, tilting my head back with commanding force, gaze locked to my lips.
“Mine,” he growled, mouthing the word against the corner of my mouth. Then he bit, hard enough to sting.
His other hand slipped down, grabbing a fistful of my thigh and yanking me flush.
I whimpered, shame abandoned.
His voice darkened, almost a snarl, “I haven’t even kissed you yet, and I already want to fuck you so hard the neighbors’ll hear.”
The laugh that spilled out of me was half-wild, and he grinned adangerous, delighted, untamed grin. “Yeah, angel. You get it. This is what happens when you give a monster an invitation.”
Finally, with the front door opened wide for the world to see, Adrian kissed me.
It was not careful, it was not gentle—it was a hungry claim. I moaned into his mouth, desperately tangling my fingers in his hair, grabbing onto his shirt like I could bruise him back.
When we broke, breathless, he pulled back just enough to look down; he palmed my jaw, thumb still pressed against my lip.
“You want something to drink, or just my cock down your throat?” He tipped his head, playing the predator in a party hat. “Or both, if you’re thirsty.”
The way he looked at me, wild, unblinking, a shade too dark to be sane, stripped me open.
I giggled, high and jittery, from nerves and adrenaline. “Both?”
He grinned, loose and rowdy, the boyishness in him somehow made obscene by all that underlying violence.
