Page 13 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
“And what if they did?”
“I’d fucking kill them, right in front of you and lay them at your feet to beg for forgiveness.” Saige’s eyes bounce between my own, reading me, trying to look for any reason to doubt the truth and sincerity my words hold. I meant every word. “Did someone hurt you?”
“No, there’s something sharp inside the cuffs. I was pulling and yanking to free myself. I didn’t notice it cut me until the blood was dripping down my arms.” Her words should calm me, but they don’t. She hurt herself, and that’s not any better. I release her arm and walk to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth with warm water to clean her up before returning with her set of cuffs.
Her skin is warm in my palm as I drag the damp cloth over her arm, wiping up the blood until her pretty, fair skin is clean. Saige’s breathing is shallow; her head dipped to the side as if watching me clean her up would be the worst thing in the world. Once I’m done, I unlock the first cuff, her hand falling to her lap limply. She rotates her wrist, stretching out the tendons. The moment the second is free, I realize my mistake. This is no docile, easily won-over woman.
Saige’s fist flies from out of nowhere, my head clocking to the side from the sheer force of it. I leave my head tilted to the side, stretching out my jaw and swiping the smear of blood from my lip that pools almost instantly. Fucking brat.
Turning back to face her, I narrow my eyes, just in time to see the second punch coming my way. I snatch her wrist, yanking it to the side with just enough force to control her movement. Her other hand is quick to take its place, raising fast as a fucking viper ready to strike. I quickly drag her onto her back, her legs wrapping around my waist and squeezing.
With more effort than I should need, I get her wrists contained in one hand, holding them above her head. I use my other to wrestle myself from the hold she has on me with her thighs. As much as I love the feeling of them wrapped around me, her warm, bare skin I so badly want to touch and pleasure, she’s about to burst some essential organs.
Once I get her pinned underneath me, her chest heaving with breath, I look down at her. Flawless ivory skin, her cheeks dusted with natural pink, pouty lips that I want to sink my teeth into, hair a wild mess around her face. She’s a fucking knockout. A dangerous, lethal knockout.
“That was the one and only shot you’re going to get. If it’s a fight you want, baby, then just say so. But you’re not gonna take your shit out on me. Do you understand?”
“Fuck you!” she spits with venom, her voice sharp, cutting through the air like fangs against flesh. Every word out of her mouth is laced with contempt, her tone seething and barely controlled, the sheer intensity of her loathing fueling her. Saige doesn’t just say words, she fucking strikes with them.
I thrust my hips forward slightly, letting her feel just how hard she made me. Her reaction is priceless, seductive brown eyes blown wide, her lids becoming heavier, her breath hitching—a quick intake of air that makes my dick even harder.
“Is a fuck what you want, vixen? Just say the word and I’ll have us both moaning well into the morning. You want your pussy filled? Eaten? Fuck, I bet you taste so damn good.” My voice is low, a sultry, deep baritone that’s warm on her skin. Saige pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she takes a deep, settling breath that raises her chest to brush against my own. Goddamn, I want this woman, without anything at all between us.
“Get the fuck off me. Now.”
“As you wish.” I climb off her a split second later, holding her wrists firmly in my grasp as I re-cuff them to my headboard, this time lower so she isn’t so stretched out. I’m gonna have to have a little chat with Malice about the special surprise that’s embedded into these cuffs.
“Get comfortable, time for sleep.”
“What? You’re staying in here with me?” She has the audacityto look shocked, even through her icy exterior. God, why is her strength such a turn-on? No one stands up to me like she does.
“You think I’m letting you out of my sight? I don’t trust you.”Even though I want to.
“I’m handcuffed to the goddamn bed like a prisoner! Where the hell am I going to go? Are you dense?”
“I’m sure you’d find a way to get out of it if I left you alone long enough, I’m not taking any chances with my brothers in the other rooms sleeping.” I pull my shirt off over my head with one hand, then push my denim jeans down my legs, tossing them over the chair next to the bed.
“What the fuck, Camden?” she demands as I pull the blanket and sheet back.
“Problem?”
“You’re not sleeping in just your boxer briefs next to me.”
I look down at my bare chest, the tattoos that cover it, all the way to the tight black boxer briefs barely containing my semi-hard dick.
“I’m sure as shit not sleeping in my clothes in my own bed.”
“Whatever. It’s your funeral if you try to touch me.”
“Vixen, when I touch you for the first time, you’ll be begging for it. And it’ll never be against your will.”
“Like I believe you.”
“You don’t have to. Doesn’t make it any less true. I’ve never taken a woman against her will—unless she’s pretending—and I never will. Now go to bed.”
Saige huffs as she shimmies down the bed, her jacket riding up and revealing a strip of bare skin above her shorts. My eyes trace over it, all soft, perfect skin, her navel pierced with a single barbell.
My mouth salivates.
