Page 40 of The Devil's Chaos

I shook my head, slightly nervous.

Lifting his mask, a smirk played on his lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it slow.” He extended his hand, and I accepted, allowing him to help me onto the back of the bike. He turned on the engine, and the bike roared to life beneath me. The thin material of my bodysuit did nothing to protect me from the vibrations between my legs or the warmth of his body as he mounted the bike in front of me. I wrapped my arms around him, but he immediately grabbed them and pulled me even closer.

“Trust me,” he whispered.

I nodded, resting my head on his back

As I sat there, holding onto him with every ounce of strength I had, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to what was resting right below my hands. I inched them down slowly and felt the bulge quickly growing in Kai’s pants.

“I need you,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible over the roar of the motorcycle.

His response was a low rumble in his chest before reaching back and finding the apex of my thighs and rubbing harshly through the fabric or my outfit.. Before I could catch my breath, the bike lurched forward, cutting through the darkness of the night like a blade, the wind whipping around us as we disappeared from sight. As we sped along the winding road, I clung to him tightly, feeling the engine throbbing beneath me, the rush of air brushing against my skin, and the warmth of his body against mine.

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TWENTY

HAVEN

Before I knew it, we pulled up in front of a large cabin hidden in the shadows of the mountain. He turned off the engine and lifted me off the bike with ease. With no headlight shining, we’d been plunged into darkness, surrounded by the sounds of insects and the occasional hoot of an animal.

“Where are we?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He grinned a devilish grin, his blue eyes lighting up the darkness. “A place I come to when I want to be alone.My safe haven.”

He took my hand, leading me up the stairs and into the cabin. “Stay here,” he instructed, turning on his phone flashlight and fumbling through a drawer in the kitchen. I heard theclick, click, clickof a lighter, and the smell of wood smoke and pine filled my nostrils as he lit a fire. The cabin was still dark, but I could see a faint outline of wooden walls and a plush leather couch in the corner. In the center of the cabin, opposite the fireplace, stood a bed with a dark red duvet and sturdy wooden posts.

As he sat at the edge of the bed, I stood frozen by the door, watching him intently as he kicked off his boots and socks. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me, igniting a firewithin my core. Sitting on the end of the bed, he leaned back on his elbows and stared at me. The hottest fires burn blue, and his eyes were no exception. And as soon as our eyes met, I knew I was done for.

“Come here,” he commanded in a low voice.

I hesitated for a moment, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I knew I wanted him, but a part of me was terrified of what could happen if I let him in completely.

I couldn’t resist his magnetic pull, holding me captive as I took step after step toward him until I reached the end of the bed and stood in between his open legs. His gaze burned through me like hot coals. With a smirk, he pushed off his elbows, sat up, and trailed his fingertips up the length of my thighs. Every nerve in my body was on edge as his touch grazed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. When he pulled his knife back out, I looked at him with concern.

He grinned up at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Trust me,” he whispered.

With a small nod, I tried to suppress the knot in my throat as he raised the knife and carefully slipped it beneath my white bodysuit. The fabric gave way with a loud tearing sound. His hands were incredibly steady and precise. Not once did he nick or scratch my skin. He repeated the process on the other side, the blade kissing my rib cage before moving to the sensitive flesh of my breasts. My now-destroyed bodysuit fell to the ground, leaving me completely exposed in front of him. It wasn’t just the nakedness I was giving him. To the contrary, I stood before him, baring more than just the physical part of me. My soul had floated out of my body, kneeling before him, begging for his touch.

Once again, he whispered, "Trust me," his hand caressing my arms, tracing the curve of each muscle. He carefully placed the knife back in its sheath and used his fingertips to exploremy skin, tracing the array of marks left behind by my brother. I closed my eyes, letting out a sigh of relief. I was ready to let him in, to let him see every part of me. I knew he had seen the carnage and the battle scars that I carried, but he had never been there when the wounds were fresh and the pain was raw. He didn’t see the girl I became to survive each time.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against my stomach, and I bit my lower lip, trying to hide the tremble that ran through my body.

He positioned my leg on his thigh, opening me up to him, and a sense of surrender washed over me. His lips traveled lower as he slowly maneuvered to the floor, his breath hot against my skin as he made his way toward my most intimate parts. He could sense that I was about to crumble because his hands suddenly gripped my waist, keeping me upright. There was a formidable strength in the way he held me, his grip on my hips firm but gentle. It was a good thing, too. If he hadn’t, when he pulled my clit into his mouth, I would have fallen to the floor at his feet. The room spun around me as he continued to kiss and lick me. His tongue traced the delicate folds of my sex, parting them slowly and delicately. I gasped and arched my back, my hands finding their way to his hair as I tugged it gently.

“I fucking love the way you taste,” he praised.

He continued to explore me with his mouth, his tongue dipping inside, causing a wet, unfamiliar noise to escape me. My hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his face as my body craved the sensation of him touching me there. I clutched his shoulders and held on as tightly as I could, my hips bucking with each stroke of his tongue. His fingers teased and tormented me, stroking and rubbing me in just the right way. I was so close, teetering on the precipice of losing control, when he suddenly stopped.

He pulled away and stood to tower over me, his eyes locked on mine. “Trust me,” he whispered as he began to undress, revealing his beautiful, tattooed body. I couldn’t help but notice the scars that adorned his body, remnants of his own battles. He moved with cat-like grace, his muscles flexing as he slipped off his clothes one by one. On his chest was a giant black phoenix with its wings outstretched, and I couldn’t help but be curious about why he chose a phoenix, knowing it typically symbolized rebirth and transformation. Thoseverybrief thoughts were extinguished when he stepped out of his jeans.

My breath caught in my throat when he pulled down his briefs, exposing himself entirely to me. I had no doubts that he was on the more well-endowed side, but what I saw displayed in front of me far exceeded anything I could have imagined. The veins on his erection pulsed with his heartbeat, making it look almost alive. He guided my hand toward him, and I couldn’t help but shudder at the contact. As my fingers trailed down his length, I felt something cold and hard pierced through the soft skin. I looked up at him in shock. Heat spread across my face because my fingertips were touching metal—cold metal that ran the length of his shaft and stopped underneath his tip.

“Are you…pierced?” I stumbled over my words, unable to say anything intelligent right now, but also unable to stop running my fingers across them.

A wicked grin spread across his face at my reaction. “They’re not just for show,” he said, stepping closer and leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Close your eyes.”

I obeyed, hesitantly closing my eyes as he switched positions with me and gently pushed me backward onto the bed. The duvet beneath me was soft like a pillow as he settled between my legs, positioning himself over me. I gasped when the cold metal pressed against my flesh, as he teased me, rubbing his cock up and down my sensitive folds. My hips bucked, trying to drawhim inside of me, but he continued to torment me with slow movements.

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