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I couldn’t help it. All the chaos and destruction within him was drawing me in. I was the moth flirting with the flame. Captivated by the disaster. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself if I tried.

Sabien abruptly stopped pummeling the car, as his eyes met mine.

It was as if he could read the emotions rioting within me as if they were written all over my face. He dropped his baseball bat, letting it clatter to the floor. Sabien headed over and pulled me close. Wrapping his arms around me until my waist was nestled against his. Until I could feel his hardness pressing against me, impossible to ignore.

I couldn’t help it, all I wanted was to feel him closer.

“You want to get out of here?” His smooth voice was a purr in my ear.

Yes. Yes, I wanted that so bad that it shocked me.

CHAPTER 18

CHLOE

Leavingthe rage room was a blur. My stomach was tight with anticipation, and my heart was pounding as I somehow changed and made my way back into Sabien’s car.

I held his hand during the drive, and could feel that Sabien’s pulse was racing just as hard as mine. Sabien stroked his thumb along my wrist. Heat flooded my lower belly at the feel of his rough hands.

Should I tell him that I’d never done this before?

Something told me that he was barely holding on to control. That he onlylookedcalm, but really he was ready to throw me on to a bed and unleash all that wild energy on me. I could feel it bottled up inside of him.

I should probably tell him… but a part of me really didn’t want to.

Sabien was looking at me like I was making him lose his mind, and a part of me wanted him completely unrestrained. I wanted him to lose control.

I didn’t want my first time to be soft and safe. There was just something about Sabien that made me want to rip all my clothes off and ride him like tomorrow didn’t exist.

I barely noticed anything but him as Sabien brought me toa modern house with large windows smack in the middle of the suburbs. I got vague impressions of an industrial style chandelier and a black leather sofa in front of an electric fireplace with blue flames. Sabien pulled me quickly through the sleek living room and up the stairs, and I was practically running to keep up with him.

Sabien led me into a room, and I got a brief impression of a neatly made bed and a closet that seemed to be bursting at the seams with clothing shoved out of the way… and then he was on me. Sabien pressed me right into the door. His big, strong body pushed me against the wood panels.

Sabien pressed heated, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. With each touch of his hot lips against my skin, sparks of electricity ran down my spine. With each kiss, I was wrapped up deeper and deeper in my need for this man. Every thought clouded in red-hot desire.

Sabien slid his fingertips under the hem of my shirt, tracing a path across my stomach. His touch burned, lighting every inch of my skin on fire.

He made me feel so fucking good.

Sabien grabbed my waist, grinding me against him, until I could feel his hardness, that tantalizing promise of friction right where I needed him. His other hand slid up to my chest, pushing my bra roughly out of the way until he was palming my breasts boldly. He grabbed my nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

I gasped as he tugged at my sensitive peaks, the pressure there echoing deep in my lower belly, flooding my core until I was dripping for him.

Sabien grabbed my hips, lifting me, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. All I knew was the touch of his lips as he pressed his mouth against mine in a rough kiss. He carried me across the room to his bed, falling with me onto the sheets, pressing his delicious weight over me.

Sabien shoved my shirt up, tugging it off so hard that thefabric ripped. That would have annoyed me if Sabien hadn’t then unclipped my bra with one hand and then bent down to my breast, sucking my nipple and what felt like half of my entire left tit into his mouth.

My back arched off the bed as I gasped.

Fuck.

The intense suction against my sensitive flesh was making me see stars.

He swirled his tongue around my nipple, and the contrast of harsh suction and his tongue’s caresses had me squirming. I bucked my hips against his, and Sabien groaned as it brushed against his rock-hard cock.

I had both of my hands beneath his shirt, half feeling the hard ridges of his muscles, half trying to tug his shirt off him. Sabien rose to his knees and pulled off his shirt in one smooth motion.

His hands dropped down to his belt, tugging it off and throwing it across the room. He unzipped his pants, and drew them down slowly, releasing his cock.