Chapter 30
I’m not sure what time it is when I wake up the next morning, but the sun is much higher in the sky than it usually is. We must have needed more sleep than I realized; even Odin is still snoozing on his cushy dog bed, flopped on his back with his legs in the air.
I’m still not comfortable letting Kelly go back home alone.
I can’t believe she didn’t tell me about the guy at the expo.
I should have paid better attention to who had their eyes on her this past weekend.
My stomach turns to think that even with her at my side for most of the weekend, someone was lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to step away so they could get close to her.
My tense muscles soften against the mattress at the sight of her sleeping form next to me.
Curled up on her side, she looks so small and vulnerable.
Her chest expands in a relaxed, even rhythm.
Peaceful. Her glossy black hair and inked body contrast beautifully against the crisp white sheets.
Rolling onto my side, I prop myself up on an elbow and smile at the stunning sight before me.
I trail my fingers over her bare shoulder and rib cage, stirring her, and she rolls onto her stomach.
Crawling over her, I hover on all fours and sweep her hair to the side.
Dipping my head, I ghost my lips over the nape of her neck.
I work slowly, planting soft kisses down her spine.
She stretches her arms above her head, arching her back slightly.
When I reach the dimples above her ass, I trace each one with my tongue, and she hums a raspy moan, proof she has the ability to seduce me in her sleep.
I figured after the paperwork was signed I would feel more at ease, but with a stalker on the prowl, I won’t relax until I put a stop to him.
I’ve been on high alert ever since hearing that another man was watching her, as if she was a target—as if she was something he could take from me.
Kelly is my wife, and mine to protect. Her stalker will soon find I’m not just her hunter, I’m also his.
I don’t need the police, I need resources. I need time. This is personal.
When I do find him—because I will—I won’t hesitate to bury him as promised. I’ll make him disappear like a fucking magic trick, making him forget Kelly, and the rest of the world forget him.
There are some secrets Kelly will never learn for her own benefit. I’m a selfish bastard when it comes to her, but at the core of my actions is her.
“This is the best way to wake up,” she mumbles. “Besides maybe one other thing . . .”
“Oh yeah?” I check the clock to see how fast I need to make this. Shit. We’re not late, but we will be if we don’t hurry. “I don’t know if we have time.”
She lifts her hips, and I sit up on my heels, giving her room to get to her knees and put her heart-shaped ass in the air. Covering her right cheek with my palm, I spread her apart and take in the view of her glistening pussy. I press my thumb to her tight knot and smirk when she sucks in a breath.
“Not today, but soon. If we didn’t have to hurry off to work so fast, I’d probably dive tongue first into your pretty cunt too.”
My cock is pointing at her as if I can’t see what’s right in front of me.
“Please,” she whines. She must know it’s my weakness. I’m a sucker for manners.
Gripping her waist, I yank her against me, sliding my cock between her soaked lips. Her whimpers are so distressed my forehead breaks out in a sweat.
“We’ll have to be quick.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
She glances back at me, wearing nothing but ink and a wicked smile, like she’s daring me to snap. She doesn’t just make me lose control, she strips it from me, demonstrating that she’s earned her moniker—beautiful, reckless Chaos.
I smile and shake my head, then push inside her tight, wet entrance. Goddamn. I lean back to look, and her pussy hypnotizes me the way it swallows my length.
This time it’s not slow and sentimental, it’s quick and dirty.
She rocks against me, fucking me back, and I crack a palm across the top of her ass. Then she constricts around me and hums.
“That’s it, take it like my good fucking girl.”
We selfishly steal pleasure from each other, and our rhythm is primal and demanding as we seek the gratification that only the other person can provide.
She sits up on her knees and leans into me. One hand palms her heavy breast and the other captures her throat. Her groans vibrate through me as I ravage her. She wraps an arm around the nape of my neck; the other braces us against the headboard so we don’t fall over.
I hammer into her again and again, and no matter how hard I fuck her, it’s like she can’t get enough. I figured she had a freaky streak, but this is more than I anticipated.
“All these years.”
“What?” she asks, panting.
“I wondered how you liked being fucked. Turns out you want it rough.”
She chuckles, squeezing me a little more. “And you like control.”
“Perfect match, then,” I say between breaths, grunting when I bury deeper.
“Aren’t we a pair . . .”
Devious girl.
“I knew we would be.” I imagined it so many times.
There’s not a place in this world I haven’t imagined fucking her.
Like an animal that’s been in a cage for too long, pacing back and forth, my thoughts about Kelly grew more and more unhinged.
I tried ignoring them, but they always went back to her.
Now she’s mine, and this is our happy little life—complete with morning fucks before work.
She turns her head to the side. “How did you know?”
“You know how.”
That darkness that she has. The depravity that exists within her that’s never been fully quenched.
It’s not a choice, it’s not curiosity, it’s deeper than that.
There’s a carnal urge inside her that begs to be ruined in the most sinful of ways.
Dismantled and then pieced back together again and again.
She moans as I drive into her. “I love the way you fuck me.” Her voice is raw and vulnerable, words barely intelligible. Almost there, sweetheart.
Gripping a handful of her hair, I jerk her head back, exposing her neck, and sink my teeth into the soft flesh near her shoulder.
She comes, screaming my name, and her pussy flutters over my length, and I growl against her skin with a clenched jaw.
Squeezing my eyes shut so I can focus, I make sure my next words come out in the correct order. “I love fucking you, Chaos.”
“Come inside me,” she begs. “Please.”
That goddamn word. I surrender to her without a fight, taking her trembling body and holding her tight against my chest. My cock pulses, flooding inside her. Her delicate hands cover mine, and our fingers intertwine.
We collapse into the covers, sweaty and tired.
“We”—she heaves a breath—“are so good at that.”
“We are,” I agree. I chuckle and sit up to check the time. Shit. “But we’re going to be late.”
She climbs out of bed with a smug smile on her face.
“Feeling proud of yourself?” I ask.
“Making my punctual boss late for work? Very.”