Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“It was lovely meeting you, Billie. I’ll make sure to message you. We should do this again, but maybe somewhere more private. If I make it past tonight, that is.”
I laugh and then notice Eli and Jewel walk in. Posie pulls her in for a hug. “Besides, I have some business with your cousin,” Matthew says, then excuses himself and makes his way to Eli. I don’t even want to know who Eli’s targeting with a smear campaign.
I’m tempted to join Ivy since she looks like she’s having the time of her life, but that nagging feeling in my stomach gnaws at me, demanding attention. I shouldn’t be curious as to what Ford might have to say to me, but I am. Part of me wonders if he regrets what he said the other night. Another part of me shouldn’t care. I yoyo with the sentiment, but my feet undeniably take me the direction he went, always curious and unable to control myself.
I hate the power he holds over me. But I hate my lack of control when it comes to going to him more.
Addicted, he’d said. Is that what this is? Am I no better?
Because now I know this isn’t good for me since I’ve started developing feelings for Ford. And yet, I’m walking toward my demise once again.
Hawke comes out from the back, almost barreling me over. He beams with a goofy smile, which is such a contradiction to his blood-thirsty personality.
“Whoa there, little tornado, where you off to?”
I’m about to tell him I’m grabbing something from the back when Eli grabs his attention. Hawke bounds over, and whatever business they’re discussing has them forgetting about me. I head backstage, where the dancers usually get ready, but I don’t see any sign of him.
That’s when the bathroom door opens, and I’m pulled inside, the door closing behind me. Ford leans into me, caging me between the door and his lean build.
He looks pissed, and it sparks my own frustration. He has no fucking right to be mad at me because I was talking to a guy.
“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to remember to breathe because this man does all kinds of fucked-up things to my body.
“I wanted my fix,” he says as his hand slides up the slit in my dress.
His fix. Like a crack addict needs their next hit.
I get what he means and I don’t like it. Especially with the way he described it to me the other night. I won’t just be a little fuck doll to him.
My anger boils as I shove him. I know I’m not strong enough to move him, but he takes a step back, removing his hand from my thigh.
“I’m not your plaything,” I hiss. “What? Does it upset you that someone else wants me?”
Ford remains quiet that intimidating and brooding gaze staring through me. I fucking hate when he does that. Shuts me out, gives me no hint of what he’s thinking, but keeps reeling me in. I grit my teeth. One of us has to have some kind of control because we’re falling so deeply into an abyss neither one of us can crawl back out of.
“Well, I don’t need a fix, so fuck off.” I turn and grab the doorknob, but his body slams me against the door.
“Are you upset, Chaos?” he asks, his breath tickling my ear.
Of course I’m fucking upset! But I’m too proud to say that. I can’t admit how much he’s gotten under my skin and into my bloodstream. Not one day has passed that I haven’t thought about him and the conversation that we had. He made his expectation clear, and yet here I am. Again.
“This has to end. We have to end. Sneaking around was fun, but I’m over it.” I push back against him, which is a mistake because I feel his hard cock against my ass, and my body freezes with immediate anticipation. He bites my earlobe, and a shiver runs down my spine, goosebumps rising on my skin, the heavy pounding of anticipation heating my pussy.
“That’s all for you. You can take it if you want it,” he croons. I shake my head, trying to tell myself no.
But I really want it.
Fuck. I want it more than anything right now.
“This isn’t smart, Ford. There are people right outside.”
“I don’t care. All I want is you. To be in you. Consumed by you. Use me how you want.”
“That’s not fair,” I grit as my ass rubs against his cock, my body betraying me. No, Billie, more willpower.
“Nothing about you is fucking fair, Chaos.” He runs his nose along my neck as if smelling me. A moan escapes me, and I chastise myself as all my anger morphs into something else.
“I need more,” I whisper.
“Of this cock?”
“No. More from you. Not just sex.”