Page 21 of Chase's Kind of Trouble
“I don’t know what I used to believe, but now, I know you’re mine.”
Her eyes drift closed, her tongue skates across her lips and when she opens again to look at me, there’s pure hunger in her gaze. “Is there really an intruder?”
“Yeah.” I lick the side of her neck, tasting the rapidly thrumming pulse point. “I’m going to go deal with that, and then?—”
“Then what?” She writhes against me, whimpering. “What exactly? I need to know.”
I lean in, my mouth barely brushing hers. Her breath fans hot against my lips, her body already trembling under mine.
“Then I’m going to take you to our bed,” I murmur, voice like gravel wrapped in velvet. “And show you what it means to be mine in every way possible.”
Creasing her lip with her teeth, she nods, her pupils flaring until her eyes are consumed.
“I’m going to undress you slow. Not because I’m patient—but because I want to learn, taste, and touch every inch of what’s mine. And you are mine.”
Her lips part, her legs shift restlessly around me. She’s flushed, aching. Little whimpers coming from her throat that drive me to the brink of control.
Unable to hold back, I work the back of her skirt up, scrambling to get to her pussy. Diving my hand beneath the edge of her panties as my abs flex painfully enough to make my cock leak pre-cum.
Oh fuck. She’s slick, smooth, and ripe for me. I’m raspy as fuck when I get next to her ear. “I’ll make it good, gorgeous. You’ll know what it’s like to be taken.”
My entire body is pulsing, my cock slamming my zipper, demanding release. Barely able to get myself under control.
Shit. There are intruders on the property and I’m acting like an animal in the goddamned hallway.
Snarling, I press my forehead to hers, grounding her as much as myself.
“Get ready, baby. When this is done. I’m coming for you. I’ll fuck you good, mark you, eat you, pound you. I’ll chant your name like a prayer as I come deep inside of you. When I’m done with you, when you can’t take any more pleasure, you won’t be wondering about where we stand—you’ll feel it in your bones.”
Clawing my chest through my shirt, Celeste whimpers as she rocks her pussy against my fingertips. “I need this, Chase. I need you.”
The sound of stomping boots makes me swoop in for one more rough, desperate kiss.
“I gotta stop. It kills me to leave you, but it’s go times.”
THIRTEEN
Celeste
My pussy is dripping, tingly, and aching and he hasn’t even penetrated me, not even with his fingers.
Oh my god. What’s going to happen when he does?
This is my delirious thought as Chase drags me around a corner and through a hidden door that was so seamlessly blended into the wall, I never would have found it.
As if I’m slammed back into my body from whatever spell he wove, sudden panic hits me. “I’m scared to be in a dungeon cave alone.”
“No dungeons here.” He guides me into a well-lit space. “Just a state of the art apartment with everything you need to be comfortable. Andsafe.”
Lights flicker on in the next room as we approach. And then we’re suddenly standing in a gorgeous studio apartment.
I spin around as he enters something into a control panel. While I gawk at the upscale furnishings. This place, this apartment within his house, is ten-times nicer than my cheap studio.
As I run my fingers over the table’s granite surface, wondering how much something like this costs, Chase speaks to someone through an intercom.
They use curt military language that I don’t understand.
Copy. Rodger. Tangos….
