Page 82 of Property of Chaos

My fucking fingers tremble as I adjust the gift and find it’s more than one item tangled together.

Cuffs.

He bought me two pairs of fucking bondage cuffs.

I swallow, aware he still sits with his hands offered toward me to indicate they aren’t to restrainme; they’re for him.Holy fuck.

“Are you sure?”

Chaos nods, chin dipped to study me from beneath his hard brow. “I want you to be in control.”

I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life. To have a man so rough, so alpha in every other aspect of his life, submit to me?Thatis the gift.

“I only see one problem.” My words are slow and sure to avoid him recognizing how fucking intimidated this makes me.

“What’s that?” My God, the man can purr when he wants to.

“If I put these on now, I can’t get your clothes off very easily, can I?”

He smiles, pushing out of the seat to slowly stand.Jesus wept.Chaos towers over me when he’s so close, easily more than half a foot over my average height. It’s everything in the moment, a raw amplification of how juxtaposed this situation is. Chaos, the intimidating president of the Kings of Anarchy, stripping his cut and T-shirt to set them aside before offering his upturned hands again.

I could leave him standing like this and get myself off at the sight, I’m sure.

His hooded gaze drops to my mouth when I wet my lips and move toward him with one set of cuffs. His flesh is warm where my touch brushes against him, the cuffs barely big enough to accommodate his large wrists.

“Tighter.”

I suck a sharp breath and do as I’m told, tugging on the ends of the straps until the edges dig into his skin.

He leans down when my hands drop away, leveling our faces and captivating me with his mixed gaze. “Anything you want to do to me, I want it too.” I don’t get a chance to answer before he pulls away to move around me and climbs atop my bed, shuffling on his knees to the headboard to prop himself up. His legs extend wide before him, cuffed hands resting in his lap.

Hand to my throat, I take a moment to drink it all in. The view. The dynamic. The promise of what’s to come.

The sheer understanding of what it is we need to get through this bullshit time in our lives.

“As hot as it looks,” I murmur, moving to the end of the bed. “These have to go.”

He watches me intently as I unzip his boots and remove them with his socks one by one.

The heavy footwear thuds as it hits the floor, a drum beat rivaling my heart.

“Do you want a safe word?” It’s only fair that I offer him the same courtesy he gave me.

“Nope.” His cheek twitches. “You’ll know when I’m done.”

Right.No pressure, Ness.

His chest rises and falls with steady breaths; his inky tattoos are little more than shadows in the soft light of my lamp.How do I do this?Sure, when he’s in charge, it leaves me open to triggers, but at least it takes the pressure off. Now? Will I be enough?

“Stop overthinking it and just do whatever the fuck you want, Vanessa.” Asshole reads my mind. “You can’t do anything wrong.” His hungry gaze drags down to where his T-shirt brushes against my thighs. “Not when it’s you.”

“Anything I want, huh?”

“Anything.” His upper lip curls with the word.

The man is drowning in need, and I’m the one that can bring him relief.

Hands before me, I fall forward and crawl my way between his spread legs. His chest rises higher, breaths a little faster when I reach the apex of his thighs and seat myself on my heels.You can do this.

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