Page 62 of Beauty & Chaos

I roll my eyes and pat Luna, who walks along the kitchen counter, shoving her fluffy tail in my face, purring as loud as an engine.

“Now, go undress, lie on your bed, and turn on the camera.” Travis demands.

God, I want to. I want to see his face, those gorgeous steel eyes, and revel in the addictive lust I only feel around him. It’s like no other man exists for me right now.

I huff, feeling overwhelmed by the power he has over me. It’s scary...but I want it. While also not wanting it.

It’s better if I say no. Men like Travis need to hear no.

“I have work to do.”

He goes quiet.

Then I hear a knock at the door.

“I have to g—”

“Open the door,” Travis growls, and you have never seen a woman move so fast off a barstool in your life. I rip open the door as he stands there, lowering his phone from his ear.

My mouth falls open and nipples harden as a rush of invisible, powerful testosterone blasts me.

Travis slams the door behind him and stands before me with his nostrils flaring.

Oh, fuck.

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TWO STEPS AND Brook is in my arms, my mouth smashing down on hers.

Fuck, I need this.

Her body submits to me, turning to jelly as her arms loop around my neck. I force inside her mouth, her lips parting eagerly as she responds. Hunger plows through me as I take her tongue and consume her like a starving man.

Seeing her with that man brought out something inside me I can’t explain. No one, and I mean no one, touches her while she’s mine.

She’s mine.

I found the first fucking parking spot available then strode the next three blocks to Brook’s apartment building. That she phoned when I was one block away was a coincidence.

Lifting her ass, I carry her to the kitchen and place her on the counter. Our mouths separate and with eyes fully dilated, lust greets me.

“Don’t speak,” I tell her, sliding my hand under her dress and tugging off her panties.

“I—”

“Talk and I’ll stop.” I spread her legs wider as my eyes graze over her body.

Brook presses her lips together, obeying me as her nipples harden and press against the cream fabric.

Buttons.

That’s coming the fuck off.

I grab the collar of her dress and yank it open.