Khaos blinks and smiles widely. “We’ll take care of him. How did you know?”
“He gave no details about his life. You can’t contact him during certain hours. He looks perfect on paper. He wants to go out bush on the second date. I’m female, not dumb.”
“Well, then. Just so you are aware. But, for reference, that smell on his clothes is commonly used to remove blood, and he had defense marks on his neck.”
I close my eyes because he needs to be destroyed. Clearly, he needs to be killed.
“You need to be more assertive.”
I roll my eyes and curl into the couch. “Be gone, oh, dark and growly.”
“Dark and growly?” I hear Khaos murmur in amusement.
I smile into the couch cushions. I like when I can hear the smile in his voice. “You have another date tonight.”
I sit up slowly and turn to glare unhappily at Khaos. “Another one? Tonight?”
“Yes.”
I groan and go into the kitchen. This is cruel and unusual. I had better get the dinner on now, otherwise we won’t be eating. I start chopping vegetables when Riot comes into the kitchen.
I very nearly slice my thumb clean off.
“Riot, where are your clothes?” I sound faint and slightly panicked, but he’s naked. Oh, my god, he is hung.
He raises an eyebrow and drags himself up onto the bench beside me. I exhale through my nose and try to cut the carrots, but I can barely focus. His legs are tanned and muscled. I didn’t think there was anything sexy about a man’s legs, yet here I am, admiring every long line.
Which leads me to another long line that is getting longer. I swallow hard at my first view of his erect cock. He reaches down and lazily tugs it.
“You are naked in my kitchen, where we prepare food,” I rasp out. “With…with…that!”
Riot simply grins back lazily.
“I have a date tonight.”
“How about we bring your tension down?”
“You’re causing my tension,” I point out acidly.
I walk past him, and he grabs me, bringing me into the V of his legs, where I try very hard to ignore what is painfully, obviously pointing in my direction. I peer up at those golden eyes, refusing to look anywhere else.
“I don’t want you to go.”
“I have to.”
“No, you don’t. You could stay here with us.”
I chuckle at the thought of Khaos’ response. “Riot…” I slide my arms around his back and press my face to his shoulder, still ignoring the hard cock pressed to my waist. “Freedom is more important. Your freedom is important.”
I pull away but only make it two steps before he snags my waist and turns me so I’m facing him and shoves a thigh between my legs. He pulls me up by my ass until I’m on mytiptoes. I grip the counter to keep my balance, but he’s just so hard everywhere, and the friction on my already aching pussy melts my brain.
My nostrils flare, and my mouth falls open as I grab onto him so I don’t fall.
“You want us.” He says it with pleasure, as if it’s a surprise. “You’re fighting us so badly so we can be free, but you want us. I promise, I won’t hurt you ever. All I want to do is make you feel good.”
His fingers curl into my ass and pull harder, dragging me up. I gasp, my back arching.
“I could make you feel good, just for now,” Riot murmurs and kisses his way down the front of my throat. “I don’t have enough hands,” he growls.
