Page 41 of In the Midst of Chaos

“Excuse me,” I managed to breathe.

He had heard, and now was mad I beat up his little girlfriend.

He was breathing to the beat of my heart, heavily and rapidly. He was barely in control, and he was most attainable to me when he was out of control, so I wanted him to snap. His fingers traced over the scratches on my face.

“Are you mad? Is this because of your little girlfriend?”

He didn’t answer me. Instead, he kissed me. His mouth fell down on mine and forced me to open up to him. He took what he wanted from me with no remorse. His lips devoured mine, a clash for submission.

Part of me was on cloud nine while the other was sick because after everything he did, I was still letting him have a piece of me.

“Fuck, Finley,” he groaned. “Why can’t I stay away from you?”

My fingers curled against the hair at his nape.

“You had no problem getting rid of me,” I gritted out.

His hand around my waist got tighter, and he lifted me. I held onto his muscular shoulders as he sat me atop my bike.

“You think it was easy for me?” he breathed against my lips. He undid the top of my leathers, and I let him. “To have had you.” His fingers made it to the top of my mound, teasing and testing to see if I would let him explore more. “Kissed you.” He bit my lower lip gently. “Fuck you.” I moaned as he inserted two fingers in me. “Then have to pretend like it meant dick to me?”

He pushed me to the edge of the bike as he finger fucked me with so much anger and self-loathing. I ate it all up, taking it all because it was exactly what I wanted.

His thumb pressed against my clit, and my eyes fluttered.

“Look at me,” he growled.

He let go of my waist, and I brought my hands to the side of the seat to steady myself.

With his fingers in my pussy, he used the other hand to unzip his jeans. I watched as his pants fell down, and he pulled down his black briefs. His dick sprang free. It was long, thick, and looked angry.

“Take off your pants,” he groaned as he stroked himself.

I pulled one side down, then the other. Nash pulled his fingers out from me, and I moaned at the loss of them. He took off my boots and finished ridding me of my leathers.

He brought the tip of his dick to my entrance. It had been so long, and I needed him more than I needed my next breath.

“So pretty and pink,” he murmured, looking at my exposed pussy. “Hold on tight, princess,” he muttered against my neck before he slammed into me. Stars exploded inside my eyes. I saw colors I didn’t even know existed.

“More,” I begged as I held on tight to him. I needed to feel him. I needed for him to hurt me more because nothing beat the pain he caused my heart. The hole he’d left when he removed me from his side.

His hand came to my throat and he forced me to look into his eyes.

He pulled out, and the tip of his cock was at my entrance. “I had this.” He slammed back into me and then pulled out. “I had you.” He slammed back in, only to pull out again. “Why would I ever want someone else?”

He fucked me hard and rough, and all I did was wrap my legs around his waist and hold on for the ride.

“Nash,”I whimpered.

“Fuck, baby.” He kissed my cheek.

He tipped my chin again. I hated looking into his eyes. They were mismatched perfection. Both colors looked warm and unguarded.

“You’ve always been mine,” he said as he took my mouth in a slow kiss. The kind of kiss that was too soft for the likes of us. A kiss so sweet it didn’t belong to a guy like him. Except he was doing it and giving it all to me.

He pulled back and inserted his thumb into my mouth. I sucked it, and his eyes flared.

He pulled it out and brought it down to my clit and rubbed circles as his pace came faster.

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