Page 83 of Property of Chaos

“I guess it’s only fair if you’re already topless”—I tug his T-shirt off and throw it aside—“that I’m the same.”

“Fuck, woman.” He exhales with a shudder, lips parted as he devours my bare breasts, fire in his hungry eyes.

Desire builds low in my gut, slick between my legs.

Neither of us will last.

I reach for the cuffs, take hold where they link between his hands, and lift his arms above his head.What I’d do for a goddamn hook right now.“Keep them there, and don’t dare move them until I say.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Yeah. Definitely me who’s going to explode first.I let my fingers trail down the swell of his arms to trace my way back to his shoulders. His nostrils flare as I shuffle my legs to straddle him, the distance too far to reach him properly without needing to lean forward for too long. My thin panties struggle to stop my arousal from soaking into his jeans.

“This is my favorite part,” I whisper as I palm the bulge of his traps against his neck. “All the way to here.” I circle my palms around his arms to the underside of his biceps.

His eyes slide closed, head lolling back to rest against the wall with a thud.

I’m captivated by the bob of his throat as Chaos swallows.

“How often do you do this?” I whisper.

“Submit to a woman?” he rasps.

I shake my head, even though he doesn’t look at me. “Give over control.”

Chaos presses his lips tight, swallowing again. “Next to never.”

I drag a fingertip across the line of his collarbone, relishing the twitch of his chest as I do. “You crave it, don’t you?”

“Don’t you?” He opens one eye—the blue one—peeking at me over the rise of his cheekbone.

I smile. “Maybe.” Not that I knew it until now.

But the rush. The thrill of knowing thatIcan stop this any time I want. That I set the pace. The rules.

That I can choose pleasure over pain.

“No more words.” I grip Chaos by the chin, forcing his head back.

He smiles, lips splitting to peek at his perfect white teeth, and damn it all if that doesn’t endear me to him.

I taste his joy. Set my lips across his and groan as he softens to my touch, allowing me to pull his bottom lip gently between my teeth.

I want to eat the man whole.

Chest against chest, I push against Chaos as we kiss, hips rolling in his lap. His arms flex, muscles bunching as he struggles to maintain their upright position. Breathless, I pull back, reaching high to take his cuffs and guide his arms so that he rests his hands behind his head, elbows wide. It's still not the most comfortable, but it’s better.

The evidence of his desire presses hard against the barriers between us.

I’m lost in his eyes, fingertips teasing the taut flesh of his throat as I absorb every twitch of his gaze as he studies me right back.

“I’m going to take your jeans off now.”

He swallows.

“You’ll have to help me a little with this.”

A nod. No words, just as I instructed.Good boy.

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