Page 38 of Capturing Ava
“You are way too cocky.” I smile. “You know what they say, Chase, that is when you are about to lose.” Raising my knee, it connects with his side. I see a grimace pass across his face and I wriggle out of his grip as I turn to run in the opposite direction. I sense his arms enveloping my waist once more, pressing my body against his. “Nice try, baby. I already won.”
I hit against his chest, but he doesn’t even flinch. “Keep fighting me, I like it.” The arrogant asshole grins at me and the rage crawls through my body at the thought of him thinking I’m some sort of prize that he had won. Well, he wouldn’t be getting a reward for his cruelty. Not this time. “I see that determined look in your eyes, Ava, deny it all you want. You want this—you want me.” A blush creeps across my body. “I wonder if your pussy is blushing for me too, baby.” He whispers.
“Chase, you are an arrogant asshole. I wouldn’t want you if humanity depended on it. I would rather the world disintegrate into nothing than give you the satisfaction—.” His lips crash against mine and I sink into his delicious dark, intoxicating taste before I come to my senses. Raising my hand, I crash my palm against his face. “What do you think you are doing?” I scream.
His hand crawls to my face and the entire world stops. Everything just stops. It’s like I’m on a merry-go-round that has paused. Time stood still as he gazed into my eyes, bringing his face closer to mine. “I want to taste the anger on your lips. It’s mine, little beast, it’s all mine.” He utters before his lips crash against mine and pulls me into the darkness that sucks me in like a vortex. “Your anger is delicious, baby. You still taste like fucking sunlight.” He gasps. My brows knit in confusion. “My little light.” He smirks as he throws me to the ground.
“I’m not yours.” I speak as I watch him undress. I could have scrambled to move, but I just lay still, mesmerised by his body. My eyes trail over every curve, every muscle. My mouth is watering. The tattoos that crawl up and down his arms appear like art. The crawling Dragon that is inked across his chest is deadly but beautiful. Much like Chase, deadly but beautiful. I shook my head. This man was dangerous, and I needed to get as far away from him as I could, and yet I didn’t budge, not even an inch.
He crawls across my body, pinning me to the ground. “You are mine and if all you have for me is hate. Well, little light, I will burn within your hate and taste every drop so it burns through my soul and leaves yours.” My mouth opens. I want to speak, but his words hit me and warmth spread across my body. “You are much too beautiful to carry hate in this perfect little body. So, I will take it all and let your hate consume me. If that’s all you’ll give me, I want it all.” He growls down my ear.
“Chase,” I have no words. I gasp his name before he’s even touched me. I want to fight him, show him I’m not the weak little girl he seems to view me as but laid in his arms, those words that spread warmth to my body holds me frozen to spot. Frozen in time, allowing his words to swallow me and swirl across my body. His fingers glide up my thighs, spreading my legs so that he can nestle between them. “Chase,” I gasp once more.
“Oh baby, are you practising?” His fingers glide between my legs, sliding across my pussy. “Oh, baby, you are already fucking wet for me. So fucking ready for me.” I scowl, but then I feel his fingers enter me and my back arches in response as the pleasure hits me and the moans fall from my lips. “You might hate me, Ava, but your fucking pussy loves me.” He gasps.
“Chase, fuck, you—I—I don’t; fuck, yes, just—like—that,” I scream out, feeling the desire rush through me as his fingers work my body like a musician playing his favourite instrument. “Why are you so fucking good at that?” I cry out as his finger curls even further inside of me.
His fingers move out of me and I watch as his thick tongue slides out of his mouth, sucking all of my desire from his fingers, groaning each time he tastes me on his tongue. His eyes roll into the back of his head like it’s the most delicious meal he’s ever tasted. “Fuck, baby, you taste—so fucking good.” He rasps. His mouth comes down against my peaked nipple and the moans fall out fast. I experience his tongue encircling me, taking me between his teeth, pulling and sucking until the sharp shooting pains transform into pleasure. “Oh, baby, I love how you respond to me.” He smiles before he bites down hard on my nipple, causing shooting pains to travel up my spine and screams to rip from my body. “God, even when you bleed, you’re delicious.” His tongue slides across my nipple. “Don’t worry, baby, I will kiss you better.” He places his lips across my nipple, kissing my nipple where he’s broken the skin.
My fingers dip into his shoulder blades. “Fuck, Chase.” I cry out. I feel him press his hard cock against my pussy, sliding up and down my soaking wet pussy, causing my body to shudder with delight. “Oh god, yes, please don’t stop.” I cry out. His hard cock hits my clit with every movement he makes against me. The pleasure crawls through my body, but it’s not enough. I want more. More of him. Just more.
His cock moves harder and faster between my pussy lips. I can hear the squelch of my wetness as he moves against me. “Fuck. Your pussy juice all over my cock is my favourite scent. God, baby, I want to wear you—every—fucking; day.” He moans. His moans cause my pussy to pulse with desire. Every deep groan has my pussy clenching with desire. I feel him push his cock deep inside of my hungry, pulsing pussy. “Fuck. Ava, you’re fucking squeezing the life out of me.” He gasps. “Shit, why does your pussy feel so damn good?” He curses as he pushes deeper inside of me. The moment his cock thrusts deeper inside of me, I see stars. This man has my body exploding like a firework within seconds. The pleasure rushes through my body and I feel alive.
Grasping the back of my head, I can detect him tugging my hair, resulting in a blazing sensation on my scalp. The intense sensation brings about a burning feeling as it moves down my spine. His hips bang against mine as he fucks into my body like he’s starved for it. The way my body shudders with every penetrative thrust has screams ripping through my body. My nails dig into his skin, but it still doesn’t seem enough as I claw at his skin. “Oh god, yes, fuck. You’re—so—fucking; good.” I scream. My pussy throbs around him, experiencing the intense sensation of his cock. He thrusts harder and faster. I can almost feel him in my belly, like he’s trying to crawl into my body and render me under his spell.
“Fuck, Ava, fuck me.” He gasps. “Cum for me, baby, cum for me.” He pleads. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on as the burst of desire overtakes my body. Trembling with desire as the pleasure tears through my soul. A scream that doesn’t even feel like it comes from me rips from my throat and I hold on to his wet skin and drench his cock in the desire he had ripped from my body. “Fuck. That’s it, baby, fucking soak my cock.” He cries out. I feel his cock jerk hard deep inside of me. The grip on my hair tightened, leaving a buzzing sound to crawl around my brain as I heard his loud grunts of approval pour from his lips as I felt him pump strand after strand of his thick, hot cum deep inside of me. “Fuck, Ava, if that’s hate. I would love to see what love tastes like on you.” He gasps in my ear as he falls across my body in a heap.
The words crawl around my numb brain. I wasn’t sure I knew what love was or why he wanted to taste it. Wasn’t he supposed to hate me for what I did? What happened to him hating the girl who tricked him? I was right all along. Chase was dangerous and if I wasn’t careful, I would stumble and fall.
I couldn’t fall. Not for him. I had protected myself for this long. I didn’t believe in fairytales. They were just stories in books. I couldn’t fall because I knew he would never be there to catch me.
I couldn’t fall.
16
CAPTIVE
CHASE
I knew there would be animosity, and I was ready for it. Ava had been a sore topic at the Knight table for months. Damon wanted me to forget about her and deal with the shitstorm I had created, but I knew I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t forget her. I could never forget her. I hadn’t forgotten her in ten years.
I didn’t believe in that fate bullshit. It sounded like hogwash to me, some lie that women would tell themselves, hoping one day they’d find that person. That perfect person who was just right for them. That person would show up and show them why it never worked with anyone else because their heart was waiting for that person to show up, but that was bullshit, right?
I walk through the wine cellar with her in my arms, looking down at her beautiful porcelain face, her long thick hair of sunlight strewn across my body and her chest rising and falling in her deep slumber, and I’m not so sure anymore.
With every step I take, I know I’m running out of time. I suppose I could just hide her down here and hope that Damon never stumbled upon her, but I was still receiving the backlash from the last secret I had kept from my brother. He couldn’t understand why I wouldn’t accept the truce that was offered to us. Nikoli was desperate for Ava and I was just supposed to hand her over like she was last night’s leftovers. No, I wouldn’t do that.
She may be a beast, but she was my little beast.
I take the steps because I’m unsure if they are home and will cause a scene as soon as they see the little bundle I carried in my arms. I remember in the forest when I laid her beneath me, sated and satisfied, and worry crossed her face. “You will not let me go, will you?” I had shook my head. “Are you going to hurt me?”
Those very words sent a stinging sensation to my chest. I knew I was a bastard, but how could she ever think that I could hurt her? The words had floored me. “I would never hurt you. I promise.” I had hoped to see relief, but once more worry had crossed her face.
“Yeah, I heard that one already.” She muttered before her eyes had shut closed from exhaustion and then it was my turn to have worry cross my face. Someone had promised they wouldn’t hurt her? And then they had? I had so many questions but I couldn’t ask her. The rage pounded through my body once those words had left her lips.
Nobody would hurt her again, not while I was around. I knew this wasn’t the life she had envisioned for herself and that I had ruined her little slice of paradise with my selfish obsession. I should have left her. She had looked so happy when I had been watching her from the forest. I should have just been happy I had seen her again and left like the ghost I was supposed to be. As I had watched her, I knew I couldn’t do that. It had taken me so long to find her that when the option arose to walk out of her life—I just couldn’t do it.
My stubbornness had put her in danger. I was right all along. She needed protecting—from me and if I hadn’t walked into her life, she would have been happy and safe, but my selfishness had put her in danger and now she needed protection from something far worse than me.
