Khaos gets out of the truck and walks around it to stand in front. I stare at his back, and then I climb out and go to stand beside him.
“I’m not sure what’s going on here,” I say at last.
Khaos clenches his hands. He whirls really quickly and backs me up to the truck. He reaches up and pulls a strand of my hair. My stomach flips wildly.
I reach out and touch his stomach, soft, hesitant. When he doesn’t stop me, I let my fingers trace over the muscles I can feel through the shirt. I reach a button and flick a look up at him.
His eyes are intense and very dark. I flick the button open and then another before slipping my hands under to feel the satin warmth of his skin. His tiny little growl urges me on. I drag my hand down and flick the button of his jeans open. Finally acknowledging the huge length of his erection pressing against the material.
My mouth waters, and I briefly wonder what he tastes like.
“Khaos,” I moan his name, a plea for permission.
He grips my hair and yanks it back. “I’m not going to be gentle.”
“If I wanted gentle, I’d ask for it.”
His mouth slams against mine, completely controlling our kiss. The power of him surges over me, buffeting me one way and another. I cling to him before tearing away, gasping for air. I hike my dress up, and he lifts me and drops my ass on the truck.
“Is this what you want?” There’s something cold and cruel in his expression that tries to temper my arousal, but one touch of his thighs on my inner thighs melts the care away. He can hate me all he wants. Hate me as long as he fucks me.
“If you want it, take it.”
I stare at him, my sex-drenched mind slowly making sense of what he’s saying. With clarity comes mortification. I shove at his chest and slip off the truck. He grabs my hand, but I whirl, my hand cracking against his face.
“Stop doing that,” he thunders.
I snarl and edge away from him. “I already told you, I’m not going to make,” I thrust the bracelet in his face, “you do anything. If you don’t want to fuck me, Khaos, just say no. It works. Try it.”
We stare at each other.
“But that’s the problem, isn’t it? You don’t want to say no. You want to say yes; you just want me to take away your choice so you don’t have to give in to your damn pride.” I march up to him and glare. “I’m not going to make this easy on you, Alpha. If you wantme, swallow your damn pride and meet me halfway or tuck your tail and cower. I don’t care.”
I turn away from him, but, with a shove, I’m pushed against the side of the truck.
“Damn you.”
“Damn you!” I growl back, fighting against him. “Damn you for being like them!” I shriek. I get an arm under my chest and shove; we both tumble backwards, and I land hard on him. He snarls and grabs for me, but I scramble away. I’m almost free when he grabs my ankle and yanks me back.
I hit the ground hard and roll just in time to see him land on top of me. My hands are yanked and pinned to the ground above my head, he thrusts his knee between my legs, parting them.
“I’m not like them,” he growls. “I’m a whole new beast, and I don’t need an excuse to fuck you, I need a reason not to,” he snarls.
He reaches between us and pulls my dress up slowly. “Tell me to stop.”
“Fuck you.”
His hands grip the gusset of my underwear and tear it off me.
“I am going to fuck you right here in the dirt,” he snarls, “but tell me to stop, and it stops.”
I roll my hips, pushing his hand into the hardness I know is in his pants.
He snarls. “Playing with fire, Casey. If you were smart, you’d tell me no. You’d run far, far away.”
“Yeah, well, my father always said I was a dumb bitch,” I sneer at him. “So, Khaos, fuck you or fuck me. Make a choice and stop pussyfooting around.”
He growls, and his teeth go to my throat, holding me there. My head falls back, and my body feels soft and supple.
