Page 69 of Property of Chaos

I resist.Brat.

Chaos tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting a grin. His hands circle beneath my knee, and with a cocky lift of one eyebrow, he jerks his arms wide.

My legs sweep across the edge of the counter, and I readjust my elbows beneath me to save myself from losing balance.Hot.

“If you want me to be a good boy, you’ve got to let me eat it, Vanessa.”

Jesus motherfucking…My head collapses backward between my shoulders as I groan. Where hasthisbeen all my life? For so long, I thought I craved the dominance of a man. The idea that somebody else made the decisions for me and shouldered the weight of those choices. But having Chaos slide his goddamn hands up the inside of my thighs as he exhales heavily, eager to please?

Sign me the fuck up.

“Talk to me,” he demands. “Tell me what you want me to do, Ness.”

“I want you to do your fucking best to make me come, and then I want you to try even harder to do it again.”Who. The fuck. Am I?

“Yes, Ma’am.” Hot lips brush my inner thigh, and I tense at the sudden contact. “One word, and I stop.”

“Which word?” I grumble.

He exhales as though amused. “Enigma.”

“Okay.” He’s called me that a few times now. Wrote it in the margins of my journal.Is that how he sees me? A puzzle to solve?“You may proceed.”

I shiver as his gentle fingers brush against my sex, spreading me for his perusal. He mumbles something I can’t quite catch again, distracting me with his hidden words before the hot seal of his mouth envelops my cunt. I groan from low in my gut, fighting the urge to hold him to me as he laves my opening and then flickers his tongue against my clit. Chaos repeats the action, pushing deeper with each sweep of his strong tongue.

My thighs clench, fists pushed hard against the counter as the telltale tingle builds from my core, spreading through mylimbs.Goddamn it.It’s been weeks since I last masturbated, thanks to the fucking hormonal fluctuations of my cycle, but shit, this soon?

The goddamn demon adds his fingers to the mix, pushing two inside my slick heat.

“Fuck.” I jerk backward across the countertop, stimulation on overdrive.

He pulls his fingers free, mouth still lavishing my pussy with the adoration he promised, and grips my ankles to pull me closer again.

This man could drag me to the bedroom by my hair, and I’m convinced at this point I’d leave a fucking snail trail in my wake.

I’m severely fucked up—there’s no other explanation as to why I whimper like a goddamn puppy begging for treats as he fingers my swollen pussy.

The climax comes out of nowhere, a storm surge taking hold as I tense and twist, the rush of euphoria seeking an outlet. Goddamn gibberish passes my lips, entwined with disbelieving giggles at how goddamn good it felt.

The man drinks like it’s necessary for his survival.

“How the…?” I push up to see him and immediately collapse again when he shoves three fingers into my supplicated cunt.

“Let me work,” he growls, shoving my clenching thighs wider apart. “One down, one to go.”

I may die.

I’m sure of it.

Never mind guns or knives or death by asphyxiation. My fucking stalker slash intruder will kill me with orgasms. What a goddamn headstone that’ll be.

“You have no idea how hard I am right now.” He growls the words against my leg, teeth grazing my skin.

“Show me.”

“No.”

I cry out with displeasure. “Why?”

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