Page 39 of The Devil's Chaos

“Kai?” I questioned.

“Answer the question,” he sneered, raising his knife and pressing it against my throat. “Is his come still dripping down your legs?”

“Fuck you,” I spat with hatred in my eyes.

“Tell me, little lamb. How soon after I had my face between these legs of yours did you invite someone else over? I mean, three different guys in one day, that’s quite impressive.”

“How ironic coming from you, you fucking asshole.”

“Yeah?”

“You wouldn’t recognize the truth if it smacked you in the face.”

“But I do know the truth,” he scoffed.

“You don’t know shit.”

“Then, humor me. I’ve got all night.”

A tidal wave of emotions overwhelmed me, crashing into my mind all at once. Pain, sadness, frustration, and anger swirled inside me, clamoring for attention. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I let it all out as I poured my pain out to him.

“You are such a goddamn hypocrite, flaunting yourself around, fucking everything that walks as long as she has blondehair, right? But if I do the same, you corner me in a room with a knife like a fucking psychopath. You want to know the truth? Here it is. After you left, my brother came to see me. You know, the same brother who showed up at the quarry and killed those people. The same brother I betrayed by revealing his plans to his enemies. Oh, and not only did I betray him, I also tried to stop him from reaching Mila. I begged him not to go through with his plan because everything he touches dies.Everything.So when he finally showed up, I expected my punishment to come from him, but he had different plans. Remember the big guy I stabbed and you knocked out? It turns out he survived and happens to be just one of two of my brother’s personal bodyguards. His name is Bruno, in case you’re keeping track. Do you want to know why you found my underwear on the ground? Because Bruno ripped them off before he left.”

“Before he left?” he repeated.

“Yes,” I nodded frantically, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Someone attacked my brother’s warehouse, so they left before he could finish.”

I grabbed onto his wrist tightly, pressing the blade of the knife farther into my neck. “Do it,” I hissed. “Put me out of my misery. That’s what you came here for, right? To kill the daughter of Abel Benson, Alexander Benson’s sister, and the biggest threat to The Brotherhood? So, do it. Push that knife into my throat. End the threat to Archer’s ascension once and for all.”

“Haven,” he breathed, keeping a solid grip on the hilt of his knife.

“Isn’t this what you had planned since the night you infiltrated my father’s club?” I continued, using my free hand to lift his mask, revealing that beautiful face and those fucking blue eyes. “Isn’t this exactly what you intended? Get close to your enemy’s daughter, see what information she can give you, and then leave her dead on her father’s doorstep?”

“No,” he answered softly.

“No?” I scoffed. “Why are you acting so honorable now?”

“There’s not a single honorable bone in my body, little lamb,” he admitted with a pained expression.

“Oh, I’m well aware,” I sneered. “I, along with the rest of the party, got quite the eyeful of you and that big-boobed blonde at the quarry.”

He closed his eyes, and a brief shadow of disgust crossed his face. “I’m not honorable,” he admitted. “I’ve been with countless women, hundreds probably, and you’re right, I fucked that blonde at the party. But do you want to know who I was thinking about the entire time I was inside her? Do you want to know whose face I saw? I was thinking about being inside of you. It’salwaysyou, Haven. It wasyourface I saw. That’s why I followed you into the forest that night in the first place. All I saw while I fucked her was you and those fucking green eyes. All I could think about after we left the quarry was how I needed to get to you. I haven’t touched her again since that night. That’s why, after The Hunt, I went to your apartment to be with you, not some blonde whore who means fuck-all to me. And then I find you here, dressed like a fucking goddess about to fuck some goddamn frat boy, and even still, all I can think about is how I wantyou, Haven.” He stepped away from me, running his hand through his hair.

I studied him, my mind reeling. “How could you want me?” I finally asked because my mind couldn’t respond coherently to his admission.

His gaze lingered on me for seconds too long before he finally replied, “How could I want anyone else when you exist?”

My heart raced, and my cheeks flushed. No one had ever said anything like that to me, and I didn’t know how to respond. All I knew was that I needed him. I needed his touch. I needed him to finish what he started, or I might combust.

“Then show me,” I breathed as I stepped closer to him. His eyes met mine, and he lunged toward me, his lips slamming into mine. He held me tightly, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer and consuming me. Our mouths moved with urgency, desperate and hungry, as if he needed me just as much as I needed him. His hands roamed down my body as his lips trailed kisses along my jawline and neck. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my core throbbing with need. He held me with one hand as he sheathed his knife and pulled his mask back down over his face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling back from him and standing back on my feet.

“As much as I want to bury myself inside of you right now, I am not fucking that sweet pussy of yours for the first time on some frat boy’s cum-stained mattress.”

He intertwined his fingers with mine and led me out of the bedroom. The crowd parted for him like he was a king leading his queen. We stepped outside into the chilly night air and walked toward a sleek black motorcycle parked on the sidewalk. He let go of my hand for long enough to grab a helmet and offer it to me. I hesitated, not accepting it because I had never been on the back of a motorcycle before.

He turned to face me, his eyes intense. “You’ve never ridden before?” he asked.

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