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CHAPTER 13

Ford

I t’s hard not to notice Billie and even harder to try to ignore her. That tight green dress is going to be my fucking undoing. I tried multiple times to look away from her and failed miserably. And then the little ball of chaos decides to saunter past, her hips swaying in invitation. I might be conceited, but I can tell she wants my attention, and I’m the fucking fool unable to suppress my desire to run to her when she calls. Now that I know what she tastes like, I can’t resist. And last night was peculiar, and I’m hellbent on reiterating what we are to each other, what our bodies can do for each other. But I’m hiding under the reality of just needing my next hit.

Eli is discussing the politics regarding his crew back in Italy, and although I make a point to absorb all knowledge, whether it directly impacts me here in New York or not, I can’t focus after watching Billie walk past.

Jewel interrupts Eli by placing her hand on his arm. The moment he’s distracted, I use it to my advantage to slip away. I can afford a few minutes. Besides, once they start touching each other, no one else in the world exists. Eli won’t even notice my disappearance.

“And where do you think you’re going?” My father asks, and I inwardly cringe, as if I’m a teenager about to get up to no good. A lifetime ago, I did a lot of sneaking around, and none of it was ever missed by my adoptive parents.

When I turn, I see it’s only River. My mother is talking to her brother, Alek. And it’s weird as fuck to see him at a party like this. He can’t stand people, and his daughter, Hope, is the same when it comes to big crowds, which is probably why she isn’t here. His wife, Lena, is made for it, however. She’s a famous singer and is used to the spotlight, but she isn’t with him tonight, most likely traveling for her work.

“Away,” I say casually. He gives me a knowing look, and I immediately have the urge to defend myself or tell him it’s not what it looks like. Because I’m certain, it’s definitely not what he’s thinking. Before he can say anything else, his attention is drawn to my mother. Anya is eyeing a man with a look in her eyes that indicates she’s about to do something at this party that everyone will regret. Except for her.

“Never ceases to amaze me,” my father mumbles in awe as he goes to her.

The moment his back is turned, I scan the room to make sure no one else is watching me. My movements usually go unnoticed by most; I purposely make myself as invisible as possible. But my father is attuned to my every move. Fucker.

Hawke is leaning against the bar, talking to a blonde I’ve never seen before. He briefly glances in Eli’s direction, making sure to keep an eye on him. The guy might be constantly thinking with his dick, but he does prioritize Eli’s safety above all else.

I slip down the hall Billie went into only a few moments before. There are two rooms and restrooms at the other end, but I come to a stop at the first room. I can feel her before I see her as enter, ensuring no one else notices.

“What took you so long?” she demands, sounding high and mighty as she sits on the leather couch, looking like a queen worthy of a throne in that green dress. That fucking dress that accentuates all of her curves. The strand of pearls around her neck, begging to be broken and scattered on the floor from some breath play.

“Lift your dress and turn around,” I command. I’m not fucking around with Billie tonight. She’s not drunk now, and I had to show a restraint I’ve never known by not touching her last night. My body is humming, my cock already rising and begging to be buried deep inside her. It’s been fucking months. And the first thing she does when she sees me is brings a fucking cat into my house. She will be punished for it.

“No, hello, how are you, Billie?” she sasses.

“Hello. How are you, Chaos? Now, turn and lift your fucking dress and touch your toes.”

She uncrosses her legs and stands. The woman has the audacity to put a hand on her hip.

“How about, no?” My cock hardens at her defiance. I step into her space, but she doesn’t even flinch. Not that I’ve ever given her a reason to.

I lean over and whisper against her ear, “Did you really think you’d get away with last night?”

She stiffens, and I take the glass from her hand and put it down on the table.

“Well, I have a question for you, too,” she says, and I smirk as she tries to defy me even now.

“You can ask after my cock’s buried deep in that sweet cunt of yours, and you show me how appreciative you are for last night.”

“About last night—” I cut her off by putting my hand around her throat and angling her head to look up at me again. My cock’s straining against my pants, and I’m fighting against logic. I know I can’t fuck her here. I won’t be able to restrain myself if I bury myself in her now, and every time we’ve fucked at an event, we’ve been caught.

“Bend over and let me inside you. Tell me how fucking sorry you are,” I demand. Because I want her to know what it’s like to be teased. I let Billie have control over me and use me for my body as she pleases, but she needs to remember that I’m not some cute puppy to be patted and cooed over. I’ll let her use me for my body, but last night was something different entirely. I even acted so stupid that I bought her favorite jacket in every color like a fucking fool. I’ve never felt the urge to spend money. Not until her… knowing that something is her favorite, I just couldn’t resist, and now I feel like a fool for it. As if I have to reiterate for the both of us that this is just sex between us. I’m only here for her to use my body as she pleases. And I know very much that she enjoys the way I force her into submission.

“We shouldn’t,” she breathlessly whispers but does as she’s told, turning and brushing her ass against my cock. Interesting. The little bundle of chaos does know how to be obedient, though she’s still as reckless as I am. Right here and now, I could have her. Fuck, do I want her.

“I need to check the tattoo, so fucking bend over.”

But I don’t want her to be caught once again because one of us doesn’t have any restraint.

She lifts her dress and exposes red lacy underwear. I bite my bottom lip, my knuckles turning white as I try to contain my urges. Fuck me, this perfect ass. I place my hand on one plump cheek and push my bulging cock against her panties. She hisses. Fuck me, I so badly want to free my cock and pound into her.

I can’t help but slap her ass. She straightens at the contact, and I grab her by the back of the neck, bending her back over, admiring the view. So fucking perfect.

So fucking everything.

I grit my teeth as I lock my gaze on her tattoo. It’s healed nicely but still not finished.

“I said touch your toes,” I demand, and I swear the vein in my neck is about to rupture as she sensually runs her hands down her smooth legs and touches the tips of her toes in those sexy heels. I want to drop to my knees and feast on her sweet pussy and ass. Fuck me. I don’t know how she’s able to get me this amped up without even touching me.

Her breath hitches as I trail my hand over her firm ass, and goose bumps scatter in its wake. I can tell she’s anticipating the next slap. My fingers dig into her cheek as I get a better view of her tattoo. The red ink pops nicely against her pale skin.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Before I can stop myself, I lean over and bite her ass. She yelps but doesn’t move. I slap her cunt over her lace panties, and her legs tremble from the impact.

“Are you wet already, Chaos?” I ask, but it comes out as more of a demand. I can feel her soaking through the material, but I want more. I need more.

What has this woman done to me?

“Yes,” she whispers, and I step back, adjusting my cock in my pants. “You’ll finish this off tonight, won’t you?” I ask, gripping her by the hair and yanking her head so she’s looking at me.

“Tonight?” she asks breathlessly, and I try to rein in my desire to push her down and fuck her into oblivion. I’ve been restrained around Billie, not wanting her to see how deep my depravity goes, but something changed last night. I don’t like this undercurrent of curiosity, and we both need to be reminded of what this is. It’s purely sex. And maybe if I handle her the way I like most, she’ll run scared and never return. That’s what we both need. That’s what’s best for both of us because this addiction is a disaster waiting to happen. But I don’t have it in me to be the one to cut it off.

“Figure it out,” I demand as I release her hair, then turn and stride to the door. Before I fuck her into that red couch. “Your tattoo has healed nicely, by the way.”

“Wait. Did you do all of that just to check out my tattoo?” she demands from behind me. “Are you fucking kidding me? Finish what you started! Ford, you dickhead! Don’t leave me like this!”

I close the door behind me and let out a shaky breath. Jesus Christ, that woman is going to be my undoing unless I’m the one with sense enough not to lose myself in what we have going.

But, fuck, I need her to deal with this soon, I think, looking down at my painfully straining cock.