Page 68 of Property of Chaos

There’s nothing that needs to be said.

I search his breathtaking gaze, from blue to brown and back, digging for a sign that this is too good to be true. All I find is adoration. Absolute fascination as he studies me right back.

My gaze drops to his mouth.Fuck.

His lips are warm. Soft and gentle when he ducks his head to meet me and places his mouth to mine.This should have happened days ago.The connection was already there, and as his teeth graze over my bottom lip, I can’t help but grieve the time we’ve already lost.

“Vanessa.” My name is a whisper as he sets his forehead to mine. “Before we get too into this, you were right: there’s stuff you should know about me.”

“Not now,” I whisper.Don’t ruin the moment—please.

Chaos’s hand tightens on my hip. “I killed my father, and I’ll kill yours too if you ask me.”

Holy. Shit.I said I wanted to know more about him. I goddam asked for this. “You promise?”

His touch slides to the side of my face, fingers tangled in my hair as he pulls back to study my eyes. “Are you fucking with me?”

“Are you?” My goddamn skintingles.I haven’t felt this alive in so damn long.

His mouth crashes back to mine, arm banding tight around my waist to pull me against his hard body. I relish his fingers in my hair, the way his thumb traces my jaw, his grip desperate as he keeps me close. I fucking relish everything about this messed-up man.

I love that he makes me feel okay to be myself.

Accepted. Good enough.

“Such a fucking enigma,” he praises, breathless. “So fucking mine.”

Oh my God.Yes. I snatch at his belt, fumbling to undo the clasp.

His firm hand encircles my wrists, jerking my touch away. “No.” Using my spread arms to maneuver me, he forces me backward until my lower back hits the lip of the kitchen counter. “This ain’t about me today.” I release a gasp as he shifts his hands to my waist and lifts me atop the marble. “This is all for you.”

The fucking man gets to his knees.

I’m goddamn soaked and ready to go.Fucking hell.A tremor rips through me when Chaos lifts his gaze, peering at me frombeneath a firm brow. I give in, weaving the fingers of my right hand through his mess of blond and brown hair, fisting it in my grip.

His eyes slip closed, head arcing back to expose the strong column of his throat.

Jesus wept.The mancravessubmission.

“What are you going to do for me?” I growl, sliding straight into hell with him.

“Make you come.”

Fucking almost did.“How?”

“By eating your pussy.” He opens his eyes, his stunning gaze fixed on me as I tremble atop the counter.

“Guess you should get your shit together and remove my panties, then.” Palms to the counter behind me, I lean back and spread my legs a little.

He mutters something incomprehensible, tattooed hands moving for the waistband. I shift my weight to help, the cotton sliding down my legs, his fingertips trailing in its wake. He tickles the instep of my foot with his caress, and I jerk my knee higher to pull away.

Palms lock around my ankle. “Sensitive?”

“Impatient.” I smirk.

He smiles, hands traveling north. I’m caught in his gaze, greedily drinking in the intensity of his focus. It’s almost critical, the way he stares, but at the same time, there’s a gratifying sense of captivation—as though he couldn’t look away if he wanted to.

Rough palms reach my thighs, and he twists his wrists to push against the inside of my knees.

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