Page 76 of Unleashing Chaos

He glides his palm up my back and tangles his fingers in my hair. Pulling so my head is tilted back, he says, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re spoiled and need someone to put you in your place?”

I whimper under the force, but I love the throbbing it sends between my legs. “Yes, you did, that day I used your tub. Is that still what you think?”

“Yes, it is. Go to the steps, turn around, and put your hands on the deck. Make sure your back is arched with that perfect ass presented to me.”

“Okay,” I whisper, swimming to the side and doing exactly as he said, gripping the edge and putting my backside in the air for him to do with as he pleases. My teeth chatter as the frosty wind nips at my exposed flesh, so I lower to my elbows. The warm water laps at my shoulders and the back of my thighs while the chilled air on my rear reminds me how vulnerable this position is. It takes everything in me to not look over at him.

The water stirs around me, and Jace’s palms rest on my hips. With a solid stroke, his fingers graze along my sides and over my shoulders. His chest presses into my back, and his voice is a low rumble in my ears when he says, “I’ve never seen you look sexier than you do right now. And trust me, I find myself thinking you’re sexy very often.”

“Very often, huh? What do I have to do to change that to all the time?” I tease, wiggling my hips against him and running my tongue along my bottom lip.

He pulls away from me, and his palm lands on my ass with a wet smack. I suck in a breath at the sting and rub my thighs together. I’ve heard a little pain intensifies pleasure, but I never thought it would feel like this. It doesn’t matter how Jace touches me—rough, gentle, taunting—I want more. I always want more.

“Keep grinding your ass on my cock like that and it’ll be all I think about for the rest of my life,” he says.

His words send heat through my veins and a shock to my heart. I tighten my grip on the edge of the pool, and a smile spreads across my face as I grind harder, hoping like hell that he spanks me again. “Yeah? I want that; I want to leave my mark on your memory so that every time you touch yourself, every time you touch someone else, you think of me,” I whisper.

“Sweet Desideria. You have a filthy mouth, but it’s nothing compared to the things I imagine doing to you.”

Jace grips my hips, guiding them back until they’re pressed against him. He’s like smooth steel, sliding against me. My body aches to feel him everywhere, inside and out. The blissful sensation comes and goes too soon, replaced by another swift spanking.

“You look so pretty with my mark on you.”

“Jace,” I gasp. “I need more. More of you.” I glance over my shoulder again and search his face to find his gray eyes blazing. “Please, Jace. I want you to fuck me.”

He stills behind me. His eyes squeeze shut, and he releases a long breath. The way his body goes rigid and how he tilts his head side to side, it’s like a man at the edge of destruction making the decision to step away.

“No,” he says, but he doesn’t move back.

In one swift motion, he spins me around and takes my place sitting on the steps. My stomach sinks when I think I said too much and he’s done. But Jace pulls me forward and positions me to straddle him. His fingers move to my hair, sweeping the red curls from my face. “Keep grinding against me,” he demands.

He doesn’t have to tell me twice; I grip his shoulders and position myself on top of him, rolling my hips over his in a slow rhythm that has my heart thumping against my ribs and my core pulsating with the sudden need for release.

Jace wraps my hair around his hand and pulls until my chin tilts back, giving him a clear path to my neck. He places his lips to my pulse and says, “That’s it, little hurricane, make us both feel good.”

My skin burns under his kiss, and my whimpers grow louder with each roll of my hips. “Fuck,” I gasp, when he brushes against my clit just right. I need him to feel the torturous pleasure I feel. My hips move faster, and my fingers slip into his hair and tug. “I know you want to be inside me, Jace. Why don’t you just give in?”

“Because you deserve better than what I can give you.” He glides his mouth over the swells of my breasts. “You’re worthy of more than my damaged heart and a fuck in a pool.”

I use my strength to pull my hair from his grip and pinch his chin between my thumb and forefinger, forcing his eyes to mine. “We’re all damaged, Jace. Some of us just have deeper cuts than others. Don’t think for a second that it makes you not enough. Got it?” I push him backward onto the stairs so I’m dominating him, at least for the moment.

The muscles in his cheeks flex as he fights back a smile, but it breaks through. He grips my waist pressing me down on him. All it would take is one slight movement and he would be buried inside me. “Yes, ma’am. You’re sexy like this.”

I smirk and lean forward, capturing his lips with mine. “So are you,” I whisper against them, and when I grind against him this time, my body thrums with need. “You feel so fucking good.”

He eases his hand between us, and his thumb presses to my center, massaging small circles. The throb between my legs morphs into hot need. And when he presses two fingers inside me, I moan his name. Moving back on his thighs, I take him in my hand and match his pace. Our breathing quickens and he grabs the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss. Frantic tongues and muffled moans, we’re on the brink of losing ourselves.

“Come for me, Jace. That’s all I need to fall apart. That’s what you want to see, isn’t it? What you want to feel? Every bit of this desire flowing from me, all of it for you?” I murmur, nipping his plump bottom lip with my teeth.

“Fuck yes.” His back arches and another finger slides inside me, stretching me in a way I’ve never experienced. My whimper of pain and pleasure is all it takes. Jace pulsates in my hand, his lips devouring mine with pure hunger. And he is off on that euphoric high.

That’s all I need to come unglued. I whisper his name over and over as I ride his hand, wave after wave of pleasure racking every inch of my body.

His fingers don’t let up until I fall limp against his chest. The gentle stroke up my spine and back again reminds me to breathe until my heart settles. “You’re so perfect,” he whispers into my hair before kissing the top of my head.

I smile and hide my face against his chest as I wrap my legs around his waist. “Will you take me upstairs and just hold me for a while?”

“Of course.” Jace carries me out of the pool and grabs a towel by the back door. He wraps it around us and takes me to my room. We settle into my bed and our bodies return to one another like two magnets drawn together.

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