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CHAPTER 14

Billie

I ’m fucking furious. He left me high and dry and panting. I’ve got marks on my body from him, and he didn’t even get me off—the nerve of that asshole. I never actually thought Ford would deny me… ever. And it’s made me furious that he has. So furious that I snuck out of the apartment at one in the morning in baggy clothes and a lingerie set underneath that will bring any man to his knees.

I catch a cab to Ford’s house. When the car drops me off, I hurry to the front door and start banging on it. I have a key, but he needs to know how fucking angry I am. My saving grace is that Dutton’s on a flight to Italy, which means I’ll have a few days of not having him breathing down my neck. Since Ivy blocked him from being able to track my phone, I’ve noticed a little more freedom, but I also think that has to do with Posie’s influence.

Ford opens the door, wearing nothing but a loose pair of sweatpants.

“You!” I point my finger at him. “How fucking dare you deny me after not fucking me for months.”

The fucker has the audacity to fold his arms over his chest, lean against the doorframe, and smirk. I want to wring his fucking neck. How does no one else know he has this asshole side of him?

“Seems like you’re shit at apologizing.”

“Me? Apologize?!” I shout, a flood of heat pounding in my core. This should not be fucking turning me on. Why does he have to look like that? I catch a glimpse of the sun tattoo on his hand and internally scoff. Ray of fucking sunshine, my ass!

A small meow comes from behind him, and I lean so I can see around him. “Felix!” I scream, delighted, but Ford steps in front of me.

“Get in the house. Now .”

His dark brown eyes stare down at me, and it’s the first time he’s ever looked… furious isn’t the right word, but there’s something else there that I’m not understanding.

I cross my arms over my chest. “Being a bit bossy tonight, aren’t you?”

“You came here for a reason, didn’t you? And it better not be just because of the fucking cat,” he grumbles.

I can feel my cheeks heating and know he’s right. A woman has needs, but there’s a different energy around Ford tonight. I feel like I’m actually catching the first glimpse of the predator beneath the mask.

My heart kicks up its pace at the way he’s looking at me. I want to ask about the jackets. I want to ask about Felix. I want to ask about what happened last night. But all of that can wait because my pussy is begging for the release I’ve been dreaming of for months.

It doesn’t make it any easier to walk past Felix, who doesn’t seem too curious about me as he plays with a small mouse-shaped toy. It’s then I notice all the toys littering the hallway, and I can’t help but smirk at the knowledge that Ford must’ve bought them for him.

I step into his bedroom, and Ford closes the door behind me. The moment I turn around, his hands are on me. Branding me with a firm grip. His movements are startlingly fast compared to his usual nonchalant attention.

It fills me with feminine pride to know how much he can’t keep his hands off me, how quickly his self-control snaps. I feel the same way as my arms wrap around his neck, and I arch into him, letting him devour my throat with kisses as he pulls up my shirt.

This side of Ford is demanding and needy as if his patience has snapped, and it satisfies me in a way I can’t express. When he removes my top, he pauses for a moment to stare at the yellow lingerie piece. He licks his lips, and I shuffle out of my pants, revealing the crotchless lace underwear and garter belt.

“Fucking hell, you make me crazy.” His callused hands are on me again, but I push him back.

“You need to be naked too,” I demand, shoving down his pants and boxers. God, he looked so good today in dress clothes.

Once he’s out of his pants, he’s back on me. There’s no time to prepare as he pushes me onto the bed, crawls over me, then thrusts inside.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out. He pauses for a moment, tentative. I realize then that he’s holding back by a thread. “No, it’s fine! Keep going!” I insist. And without delay, he starts railing into me. I jolt under him, my hands twisting into his blankets and sheets, unable to keep up with his rhythm. It’s outright hard fucking.

His hand clamps down on my mouth, and I bite it, whimpering in pure, painful pleasure.

It’s been over a month since we’ve been together, and this… It feels like more than I can take. I cry every time his piercing hits my G-spot, the added pressure forcing my eyes to roll into the back of my head as tears streak down my cheeks.

His hand pins my hips into place so I can’t move, like a doll being fucked, and it does all types of things to my brain.

It’s the most aggressive I’ve seen him, but fuck, I love it. Being punished through sex might be my new favorite thing. If I knew being a brat would result in this, I might’ve pissed him off sooner.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this sweet cunt of yours.” Ford curses and my heart falters. I know it’s not because of me. I know we use each other for this. It shouldn’t affect me the way it does.

Tingles begin to spread throughout my body, and I know I’m so close to crashing over the edge. He’s taking everything from me. Like he’s ripping the orgasm out of me, and I fucking love it.

I mumble around his hand, trying to speak, that sun tattoo covering my lips. I bite harder.

“Fucking harder!” he demands, and I bite down until I can taste blood.

“Fuck!” he shouts as he thrusts into me one more time. I hit the final peak, breaking into a million pieces, panting, and screaming behind his hand, saliva everywhere. My back arches, but he’s holding me firmly in place as he explodes inside me.

Fuck me.

What the actual fuck?

I’ve never felt more possessively claimed.

Ford’s panting over me, those almost black eyes blinking a few times as if he’s suddenly back in the room, his animalistic side receding, sated. Now I understand why he walked away earlier tonight. Because if he’d fucked me like he just did… there would’ve been no way we could have walked out of that room without everyone knowing about us.

I’m breathing heavily, still trying to grapple with what just happened, as he removes his hand from my mouth. A hint of remorse flashes across his expression, and I grab his hand to place it against my cheek.

“You’re crying,” he says, mortified. “Did I hurt you?”

“What? No,” I say quickly. “I’m not as breakable as you think.”

Even I don’t know why I was crying. It was probably due to the mixture of pleasure and pain. “Ford, that was fucking mind-blowing.”

He rolls off me, sitting at the end of the bed, and I perch on my knees next to him. I put my hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong? I fucking loved all of that.”

He wipes a hand over his mouth. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

My eyebrows furrow. “Have you been holding back on me all this time?” Because that makes me even more furious.

He glances at me, then quickly averts his gaze, which is answer enough. I feel my temper rising. This is so fucking frustrating.

“I’m not some breakable thing.” I get to my feet. “Everyone keeps treating me like a princess, but I’m not!”

“It’s not that,” he says adamantly.

“Then what, Ford? Because that was the best sex of my life, and you’re acting like a frightened child.”

“You are breakable, Billie. More than you know.” He clenches his hands into fists. “I’m a killer. I know how to kill you a dozen different ways, and you so easily let me take control of your body. You should be more wary of me.”

Everything feels heightened and charged, and I’m about to lose my fucking shit. “Are you fucking kidding me? Don’t treat me like a child. Of course I know what you do for a living. I was in this fucking world before you were, so don’t treat me like I’m uneducated.”

“I wasn’t insinuating?—”

“That what? That I’m not a fucking idiot?”

“I can’t control myself around you!” He shoots to his feet, and it startles us both. His chest is rising and falling rapidly. “You don’t understand my depravities. Or how addicted I can become.”

I’m so fucking angry that my hand is moving before I register what I’m doing.

Slap.

The sound echoes in the room, and my hand print reddens the side of Ford’s face, not that it did anything to budge the oaf. I immediately regret striking him, despite how furious I am, but when his eyes meet mine, that look of hunger and need is back.

What the fuck?

Glancing down, I see his cock’s getting hard again.

Huh?

“Do it again,” he encourages.

“But I—” I stop short because Ford is giving me insight into what he likes and needs, and I’m not sure if he wants this because he thinks he should be punished for something or if it’s because he likes it.

“Hit me,” he grits out. “Or leave.”

I swallow at the challenge. Ford’s trying to push me, and it infuriates me. I always thought he was straight forward, but maybe he really is as fucked up as the rest of the men I know. I channel that rage into my hand and slap him again. This time his face does turn to the side, and he grinds his jaw.

He’s on me in seconds, and my back hits the bed. A jolt of fear runs through me, until I see his expression. He’s not mad. He’s turned on, and his cock is pressing firmly against my inner thigh.

“I need you to know I’ll never hurt you, Chaos. But I’m not a sweet Prince Charming. I’m struggling to restrain myself around you.”

A shaky breath escapes me as I nod. “I know you’ll never hurt me. But I need you to teach me what it is you want.”

He lets out a dark chuckle, and it’s terrifying because I feel like there’s a whole lot I don’t know about Ford. “You and your body. We’ll start with that,” he says, leaning down and biting my tit. I hiss at the flash of pain, but the ache it leaves behind goes straight to my pussy. His cock twitches against my thigh, and it becomes clear that Ford likes pain.

I reach between us, grip his cock, and pull hard. He hisses again, the muscles in his neck bulging. I guessed right.

“Fuck me, you’re so going to leave here black and blue tonight,” he promises. I feel like I’m out of my depth, but I’m also curious as to where it might lead me.

“And you want to be marked too, right?” I ask, hoping I don’t embarrass myself with the assumption.

His gaze becomes hooded as he answers, “Yes.” And he shoves away my hand as he thrusts his cock into me, pushing our cum back inside me.

My eyes immediately roll back into my head, and I’m not sure what I’ve stumbled into. This isn’t anything like the random nights we had while I was in college. This is something darker and entirely untouched. Something to be explored. And I can feel my thirst for him has plummeted into another draining well.