Deadly Chaos (Steel Roses Book 2)

by Samantha Bee

  I yank her into my office and shut the door quickly, locking it so we won't be interrupted. I don't give a fuck about the cat calls and jeers at the show we just put on. I'm sure no one has any doubts about what is about to happen in here.

  Good. It's about time everyone realized this is my girl. Our girl.

  I trust the others to deal with anyone who gets disrespectful towards her while I ease her fears and insecurities. My own too if I'm being honest.

  "What the fuck, Luca?" she snaps at me and I see the fire growing in her eyes.

  I back her up into the wall, crowding her with my body. Leaving her no room for escape. "I told you, you were mine." I run my nose down her cheek, inhaling her sweet scent. "That I wasn't letting you between us anymore." She swallows thickly at my words and nods. "But I’m the one who got in our way this time." She tenses and gives a quick jerk of her head.

  "Not anymore." I splay my hands across her barely covered ass and lift her. She gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist without a fight.

  "About fucking time," she hisses a moment before slamming her lips to mine. I can taste her pent up frustration in this kiss. A desperate desire to be closer. To be one. She slides her tongue against mine in quick movements, taking as much as she can and fast as she can. Moving against me with the same energy she was moving against the pole.

  I carry her over to my desk, letting her ass rest on it. She narrows her eyes at me, but I cut her off before she can even start to form any protest. "Jade said it was about marking her territory?" She refuses to answer just staring at me. Her arms pull away from me as she crosses them over her chest.

  I smirk, unphased. I know she will like where I'm going with this. "But whose territory is it really?"

  She sighs. "What are you going to do, Luca? Jack off all over your belongings? You just want me to watch?" I can hear the exasperation in her voice, the tension once again holding her in a vice.

  I hum, watching her, waiting for her to get it. "Am I really the owner here?" I cock my head to the side as I let the words hang in the air between us. "Do we really care about the space and the shit in here?" I run my fingers down her exposed things, slipping just briefly under her shorts. "Or what -who- it represents?"

  I see the salacious thoughts running through her mind now as she starts to understand. "What do you propose then, Bossman?" The purr is back in her voice, telling me that she's down for anything I suggest.

  My chest rumbles in pleasure at her easy acceptance. "You're not leaving this room until you come on my fingers." I push them up higher under her shorts, searching for her core. "My tongue." I lean down and run the flat of my tongue up the side of her face, the way she did all those months ago. "And my cock." I grind into her as she moans.

  I waste no time pulling my fingers free from her shorts and unbuttoning them and shoving them off her legs. She throws her head back, her hair splayed across my now barren desk as my fingers meet her already drenched core. I growl. No wonder she's been so bitchy tonight. She's fucking needy.

  I pull her body suit open to bare her pussy to me. I thrust two fingers into her, no warmup needed. I piston my hand in and out of her at a brutal and rapid pace. She bucks her hips up, moaning in her pleasure. I use the pad of my thumb to draw circles around her slick clit as she rides my hand desperately.

  I use my free hand to yank apart the V in her top and expose both of her breasts to me. I groan. No panties and no bra for my girl. I lean down and capture one of her dusty rose nipples with my teeth, exerting enough pressure to make her cry out as she bucks against my hand even harder.

  I stop the movements of my hand, focusing on only her clit but keeping my fingers thrust deeply inside her. I release her nipple from my teeth as she continues to gyrate her hips against my hand. "That's right, babe. Fuck me until everyone knows just who it is that owns me." I run my lips across her chest to her other nipple, laving it with my tongue. Teasing her as I exert more pressure on her clit. Her movements become more and more wild. "Use me for your pleasure." I can feel her dripping down my fingers as her walls clench around me.

  Every dirty word takes her closer and closer to the edge. I can feel it in the way her body responds to me. I can barely hold back my own desire for release, but I refuse to sink my dick into her until her come is dripping down my hand. Until I feel her explode on my tongue and her throat is raw from her screams.

  "You're so wet for me, babe." I run my tongue, lips, and teeth over every bit of exposed skin I can reach. Licking, tasting, teasing, nipping. Marking her just as much as she's marking me. Branding her as mine. No one is going to take this from us again. "You're going to be screaming my name as your sweet cunt clenches all around my cock, aren't you?"

  She nods, unable to speak, as she continues to pump her hips against my hand. "Come for me, Scar," I groan. "Come for me so I can fall to my knees and worship you like the savage queen you are." Her movements become erratic as I feel her clenching tighter and tighter around my fingers. "I have a craving that won't be satisfied until I can clean up every drop of your come with my tongue."

  "Fuck, Luca," she moans as I feel her orgasm tear through her body almost violently. Her body shakes and I start pumping my hand again to ease her through the wave wracking her body.

  Her body sags in relief as the orgasm finally washes through her. She looks at me with a sated grin on her face. "You have a filthy tongue," she accuses.

  I grin, clinking my tongue piercing against my teeth. "Let me show you just how filthy it can be." I drop to my knees in front of her and spread her legs before she has a moment to even process my taunt.

  Fuck. Her pussy glistens and it's the prettiest fucking thing I think I have ever seen. I groan as I dive in, tongue first. Her taste is better than any Macallan I could ever buy. One taste and I'm addicted just like I knew I always would be.

  She shouts as my piercing drags across her overly sensitive clit. I have no mercy as I take everything I want from her. Every ounce of pleasure I can wring out of her is mine for the taking. It doesn't take long before she screams my name once more and I get just what I've been craving from her for so long. I take my time, cleaning up every drop of her come that the runs down her thighs with my tongue.

  I've wanted her for far too long to rush through this now that I finally have her at my mercy. She's shaking and her voice has taken on a husky quality from the way she's been screaming.

  "Luca, please," she begs me as her last orgasm fades. I know what she wants, and I can't deny that I need it too. She no longer looks content and sated like she did after that first one though. No. Her hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her hands tremble as she reaches for me. "Please." Her legs vibrate with their need.

  Even her pussy is quivering with a desperate need to be filled with something other than my tongue and fingers. I push my jeans down and out of the way. My dick juts out, harder than steel in my desire for her.

  I enter her in one savage thrust, causing both of us to let out deep moans of ecstasy. I fill her all the way to the hilt, pausing to enjoy the feeling of her tight channel clenching all around me. Fuck. It's like coming home. I've never felt anything quite as exquisite as Scar.

  I capture her chin with my hand as I drive in and out of her slowly. Pulling all the way out, dragging my piercing against her walls before pushing all the way back into her quickly. Every thrust the same, torturous pace.

  I lock eyes with her, keeping her focus fully on me as I make this last as long as physically possible. "Oh, fuck," she moans. I can feel my control snapping. I pull her face up to me as I dominate her mouth with my tongue. Fucking her mouth as my body starts to replicate the same rhythm of my tongue.

  She gasps through our kiss but only pushes to be closer to me. I pound into her body, no longer capable of holding back. I piston my hips and I can feel exactly when my piercing hits her G-spot as she bucks wildly. I move my hips in slight circular movements as I continue to thrust in and out of her. Rubbing against every
inch of her that I can.

  She rips her lips away from mine as I feel her tightening around me once more. I pick up my pace, thrusting wildly, chasing my own release as she tips over the edge and milks my dick. "Fuck," I groan as I follow her over the edge and explode in her.

  We both stay still for a moment, panting, sweating. We both lean back at the same time to meet each other's eyes and start chuckling.

  "Holy fuck," I mutter. That was more than I ever could have expected. I stay inside of her even as I feel myself softening. I'm not ready to be away from her. Not yet.

  She grins at me and I can tell by the look in her eyes that she knows exactly how I'm feeling and is feeling the same way. I lean my head against her shoulder. Pressing my lips to her throat gently.

  Emotions for this girl threaten to overwhelm me. "Fuck, Scar."

  She laughs and it sounds lighter than I think I've ever heard her. Almost younger, somehow. "Is that all you can say?"

  I smirk. "Does anything else really need to be said?"

  "I guess not," she agrees. Her words are nonchalant but nothing else about her is indifferent. Her happiness in radiating from her the same way her rage had been earlier.

  I finally pull out of her. Tucking myself back into my boxers before pulling my jeans back up into place. I move over to the bar and grab some clean rags before turning to the sink and getting them wet with some warm water.

  I move back to her and gently clean up the mess we made between her legs. She shivers at the touch but relaxes into me. A feeling I don't think I've ever felt before fills me as she allows me to take care of her this way.

  I snap her bodysuit back into place between her thighs. I lovingly kiss both her breasts before adjusting her top to cover them again. She laughs at me, but I just grin to myself. They're really nice fucking boobs. They deserve the extra love.

  I take the other rag I had grabbed and gently pat it against her forehead and run it down her neck. Wiping up some of the sweat there. She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

  "Let me pick your last song."

  I throw the rags away as I pick up her shorts in my hand.

  She has an amused sparkle in her eye as she agrees. I already know what song I want to play for her. Something a little slower than the music she's been dancing to tonight but not quite what she normally dances to either.

  "One last song and then home?" I ask.

  She yawns and I can tell she's ready to get out of here. She nods. "Sounds good to me." She looks around the office. She stretches her arms above her head and jumps off my desk. Slipping back into her shorts and buttoning them in place. She walks over to the bar and grabs a water bottle from the fridge.

  I can't take my eyes off of her. Even just the way she walks feels provocative. I can already feel my dick stirring in my pants as she uncaps the bottle and wraps her lips around it. I groan to myself. The worst part is, I know how unintentional all of this is. She just oozes sexual appeal in a way that could bring any man, or woman, to their knees for her.

  She drinks half the bottle before turning back to me. "Can I just dance now? I'm ready for bed."

  Halfway through her statement, a smile creeps on her face as she struts back to me. "Your bed?" She cocks a brow in question. She must have noticed the heat flaring in my eyes even from across the room. I swallow thickly and nod my head. Already ready to take her again.

  "Nothing will come between us again, Letty. I promise."

  She winds her arms around my neck. "I know, Bossman. You won't let it." She presses her chest into mine and captures my lips in a playful, teasing kiss. Unlike any other kiss we've shared before. It's all the fun and light heartedness we've both been denying ourselves for longer than I care to admit.

  It no longer matters. Not when everything else is falling into place.

  I grab my phone and send a text out to Adam to let him know he can announce the last dance for her. She can go straight from here to the stage overlooking the lower level. She watches me type out the message as she leans into my chest. Drawing patterns on my wrist with her fingertips. "We can leave right after," I tell her, and she just snuggles closer into my chest.

  I help her fix her hair and wipe under her eyes, so her makeup isn't quite as smudged. I don't think anyone will have any doubts about what we were up to in here but that doesn't mean she has to go out there looking freshly fucked. Even if a small part of me likes that everyone will be able to see the evidence.

  Adam responds with his confirmation and I nod to her as we head back out to the bar. Just as I open the door, we hear the cheering of the crowd as Adam calls her back up onto stage. She climbs up effortlessly as I move over and whisper the song we are going to do into his ear. She gets comfortable, leaning against the pole, facing the VIP section.

  The first notes of On Top by Kxlly starts playing and I'm treated to the lascivious grin on her face. It's full of wicked promises as she crosses one foot behind the other, gently swaying her hips. As the lyrics start, she kicks her foot back out, swaying more and more with her whole body as she gets into the song. As the first chorus starts, picking up the pace of the song, she pulls herself to the top of the pole.

  She swings herself around it, keeping her legs straight out as she wraps and unwraps them from the pole. She holds herself up with her arms, flexing her torso as she pushes her body away from the pole to be perpendicular to the ground. She spreads her legs in another split, almost parallel with the pole. I whistle under my breath as she holds the position before slowly moving her right leg closer to the pole. She hooks it around the pole as she releases her arms, so only her leg keeps her suspended over the crowd. As she hangs upside down. She drops her other leg to touch the back of her head, loosely grabbing it with her arms as she arches her back.

  The timing is perfect to where the song starts to slow again just as she spins around the pole in that position. When her lower foot touches the floor, she releases it, and tightens her grip on the pole once more. She unhooks her right leg and pushes off with her arms, so her legs once again fall into a split above her head, but this time, she's able to maneuver her arms to the bottom of the pole. She uses the position to do a body roll, lowering her legs until one slides in front of the pole and she sits in a split, facing the lower level.

  She throws her head back and moves to the beat. She lowers her chest to the ground and slides forward on the ground, pulling her legs behind her. She moves up onto her knees as her hips gyrate to the music, her hands running down her body and through her hair.

  Where her dances earlier were reckless, wild, and full of her untamed rage and desire. Every move now, is slow, controlled, seductive. She knows exactly what she's doing to every single person in this room. Reminding everyone exactly who is on top and just what she's capable of. Destroying us all. With one look, one touch, just a breath in our direction.

  No one is safe from the pull of a siren.

  I can't fucking wait to get her back home and in my bed. Writhing underneath me once more.

  Based on the looks from the other guys, I'm not the only one thinking it either. Declan and Ryder both have stunned looks on their faces. Noah and Kade look ready to tear her off the stage.

  Even the others are in awe of the way she's able to move her body and work the crowd. And I know they have no desire for her but even so, they're just as locked in on her. Even Jade looks enraptured.

  I wonder if that's the next thing she will ask Scar to teach her.

  Lord help us all if we end up with two of them.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  She's been a better sport about this whole dating thing than I ever could have expected from her.

  I know she thinks it's all just my way to punish her, but it really is so much more than that. As fucking livid as I was with her, I was mad at myself too. Just hurting too much to be able to acknowledge that part of it until I had her back in my arms.

  I swore I was going to be what she needed this time around and I fa
iled her.

  She left us but I failed her.

  I never intended to make her feel like she had to choose between us and revenge. It was never supposed to be like that. We were always supposed to get it together, but she was right. It came time to step up and make moves and Luca and I both froze. We let our fear overrule our promises to her. We chose to wait when it was time to act.

  Safety is always going to be a concern, but hindsight is twenty-twenty, and it was the right time to act. If we had waited, we would have faced a different set of dangers. We have one clear enemy now. Going to war with Romano is no joking matter but it's better than quietly taking him out and worrying someone would find out. Putting Luca and the entire empire at risk of being exposed of just what it is we really do.

  I fucked up and I realized it. Took me a little longer for the reason to break through the haze of my rage but by then I wasn't sure how to fix what had been broken. I kept Scar at arm's length because I had hurt her more than anyone else in the house. I didn't want to continue the circle of fear and pain and lashing out. I started to think that maybe I wasn't worth her, that just maybe she would be better without me, that we were destined to be nothing more than toxic for each other.

  Then I saw that stupid ladybug bracelet. It shouldn't mean as much to me as it does, but fuck. It really was everything I needed to erase my doubts and remind me of all the fucking good we have had between us too.

  The laughter, the teasing, the high of killing, our adrenaline rushes. The way we taunt and push each other in what could be some of the lowest moments of our lives. Scar and I turn our lows into highs. We thrive in the chaos, dance in the rain, abandon any notions that hold us back. Together we are free. Free to embrace the beauty in our broken pieces, free to run wild, free to be our most dangerous, reckless, and uninhibited selves. It's why what I did cut deeper than anyone else.

  It's why I'm making her start over with me. Taking us back to the beginning so we both have a chance to redo our mistakes. To fall back in love with what makes us, us. I plan all of our dates with just the right amount of sentimental value, adrenaline rush, and opportunities to taunt and tease each other.