Page 93 of Property of Chaos

Her study lasts a few more minutes before she turns away with a huff and sets the glass of whatever she is drinking on the kitchen counter.

“There must be a way to figure it out,” she tells the cat.

Her back goes rigid, her head snapping up as her eyes widen. She twists at the waist and surveys the living room again, tongue peeking out to wet her lips.

I slide my hand inside the waist of my jeans, the restriction of the belt biting at my wrist as I palm my cock.

Vanessa’s hands move to the hem of her T-shirt—not one of mine, which is disappointing—and grab hold. I bite back a groan when she lifts it over her head and discards it to one side, standing in only her shorts and bra.

“You watching yet?” she taunts, seemingly looking for an indicator light.

She won’t find one. We cover those.

Her hands move behind her back, and she fidgets for a few seconds before her bra falls away. “How about now?” Lithe fingers tease at her nipples.

I don’t think she even knows she does it.

I strip my jeans and boxers to stand before the one-woman show butt naked, hand moving up and down my thickening length.If she wants to pave the way to hell, who am I to turn down the offer?

Vanessa moves, slowly wandering around the furniture to seek out the camera. Her gaze fixes right on the fucking thing,but she doesn’t realize it, moving along just as quickly to keep searching.

Back turned, she mutters a quick “Fuck it” and hooks her thumbs in her pants to drop it all.

Woman…She has me fucking rooted to the spot, hoping for more. Weeping from the tip of my dick at the possibility.

Any one of my brothers could barge in right now, and I don’t think I’d give a fuck. The Devil’s Breed themselves could hold a gun to my head, and I’d lift a finger to ask them to wait until she was finished.

“You must be watching,” she mutters, palms sliding down the outside of her hips to her thighs. “You’re always watching.” She murmurs the second line, almost indecipherable over the thud of my heart.

I swipe my thumb across the sensitive tip, fist crushing my dick as I release a shaky breath.

A notification slides down for new movement.

I can’t hit that banner fast enough to switch to the live feed.

She wanders to her kitchen, my T-shirt hanging loose on her frame. It’s almost better than seeing her naked.Almost.I’m close to climax, edging the fuck out of myself as I slow my stroke and use my free hand to send her a message.

Turn to the right and show me that pretty pink pussy.

She dashes off-screen at the faint chime, returning seconds later with the phone in her hand. Her head snaps up, looking about the room. “Is this okay?”

Perfect.

She hesitates, setting the phone down and then snatching it up again, only to discard it. Her hands slide beneath the hem ofmy shirt, re-emerging with her panties in her grip. My girl slides them down her legs, slow and sensual, lifting them before her and dropping the cotton to the floor.I can fucking smell it.Her desire. Her need.

“How bad do you need to see this?” Vanessa lifts the T-shirt, skimming the apex of her thighs.

I grip the head of my dick until it hurts to stave off the need to come.

I’d carve out my own heart for one more taste before I died.

She raises an eyebrow after reading the message. “Yeah?”

Feed me.

She grins, slipping her hand between her legs and rubbing small circles before lifting it to her lips. “Tastes like I need it too.” Her guttural tones nearly undo me. “Are you here? Outside right now?”

I wish.

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