Chaotic Love

by Eva Leon

  “Stanislav is looking for you, Finn. I’m keeping you for your own good. If I turn you loose, you’ll end up dead or working the corner.”

  But I knew that wasn’t completely true. I had enough contacts with the MC to send him somewhere safe. The Omegas at another clubhouse could help Finn and teach him how to live outside of captivity. But that would have meant that he’d end up someone else’s Omega. That thought made my blood boil. I wasn’t ready to let him go.

  Not yet.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Finn

  There was more I wanted to know about Damon. I’d seen some of the scars on his body, and some of them looked like the ones on mine. That alone made me feel connected to him, if only in a small way.

  I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to him. We’d known each other physically, but I knew almost nothing about him personally. I wondered how he would react if I asked him about his past. Would he get angry and defensive? Or would it please him that I wanted to know him?

  There was no way for me to know if I’d ever even get the chance to ask. It felt like things were progressing between us, but that could have just been my imagination. It was entirely possible that the rest of my life would be just as it was now.

  I didn’t want to let that scenario play out in my head, but it did. I imagined him coming downstairs and taking me out of my cell to fuck me whenever it suited him. He’d called me a doll, and maybe that’s all I was. He’d take me out to play with me when he got bored, and then shove me back in my box when he was done. I was sure that could go on for years until I got too old, and then he’d either sell me cheap or just take me out somewhere remote and put a bullet in my brain.

  Those thoughts had me near panic when the door opened. I wiped the tears away from my eyes with the back of my hand as Damon walked into the small room.

  “Come on,” he said and motioned for me to follow him.

  “Where are we going?” I couldn’t believe I’d asked. I knew better than to ask, and I braced for a slap. But it didn’t come.

  Instead, he turned around to face me again.

  “I’m moving you to my bedroom,” he said, then turned away.

  I’m not sure why, but that thought filled me with trepidation. Being trapped in a cell or a cage in the basement, I could handle. I was familiar with that, but being taken up to his bedroom? That was a whole new territory. So I had to wonder if I should face my fear and go, or if I should put up a fight so that he’d leave me in the basement.

  In the end, I figured that being in his bedroom had to be better than the tiny concrete bathroom. Whatever the expectations were for me up in the main house, I could cope. That was something I knew how to do.

  As he opened the door and we walked up the stairs, Damon said, “If you try to escape, I’ll lock you back in that little bathroom and you’ll never leave it again.”

  “Thank you for letting me out,” I replied.

  I looked around the house as we walked through. I’d never gotten a good look at it before. I’d been out of it when he’d brought me in, and the only other times I’d left I was either sick or the house was filled with smoke. The time Damon had taken me downstairs after the fire, I’d kept my eyes glued to the floor. Going up to his bedroom was the first time I’d felt comfortable enough to take in his home.

  Damon’s house was huge. It had to be at least the same size as Stanislav’s, and the décor surprised me. While Stanislav’s place reminded me of trashy ‘80s shows I’d watched on late night TV, Damon’s looked like it was fit for royalty. It really didn’t fit with his tattoos and rough persona. While he’d never come out and said it, I knew Damon was in an MC. I’d been sold to enough bikers in my day to know one when I saw one. But he was just different enough from the ones who’d used me to be intriguing. I could tell he hadn't been born and raised in an MC.

  He led me upstairs to a door at the end of a long hallway. The hallway carpet under my feet was the softest thing I’d ever felt. I wanted to lie down and roll around on it, but I didn’t think Damon would take that too well.

  The room was enough to take my breath away. “This is your room?” I asked as I stepped into a bedroom that looked like something out of a fairytale. The pillars of the four-poster bed were draped with gauzy lavender material, and the bed had a fluffy purple comforter with a ton of pillows. The floor was covered with buttery soft carpet, and the rest of the furnishings were a dark wood that made me think of something you’d find in a fairytale castle.

  “I had it redecorated recently,” he said and walked toward a door on one side of the room. “This is your closet.”

  I wanted to ask if he’d had it redecorated because he knew he was bringing me to his house, but I didn’t dare.

  “My closet?” I asked, still frozen in the middle of the room.

  “Yes,” he said. “Come look, Finn.”

  The closet was bigger than the basement room I’d just come from. In fact it was twice as big with a dressing table on one end. Each side was lined with racks of clothes, shoes, and other accessories.

  “This is mine?”

  “Keep what you want, and I’ll return anything you don’t like.”

  “Are you a billionaire or something?”

  He chuckled. “I wouldn’t go that far. My business treats me well, and I’m good at what I do.”

  “Drugs?” I asked before I could catch myself. It figures that I’d try and ruin a good thing.

  “Finn,” he warned. “Why don’t you pick something to wear? You worry about that.”

  I looked around for several minutes touching all of the soft fabrics in awe of the colors and various styles. But after what had to be about ten minutes, I still hadn’t chosen anything. Some part of me still thought it was a test and I’d be punished for choosing the wrong thing.

  “What’s the matter, Finn, you don’t like any of it? You can’t find one thing you like?” Damon asked impatiently.

  “I don’t know,” I said and felt tears well up in my eyes. “I do like it. I love it all. I just don’t know how to choose. I haven’t been allowed to pick what I wanted to wear since I was thirteen. My father took me clothes shopping. He’d stopped beating me for a week. He was being so nice. I thought that… I thought maybe I’d finally made him proud of me or something,” I said and choked up.

  “What happened, Finn?”

  “That was the day he sold me. He let me buy an outfit to show me off to the buyer. Are you planning on selling me again?”

  “No, Finn. Never.”

  I broke down into sobs. I tried to bite my lip and the inside of my cheek to make it stop, but I couldn’t. My body shook, and the tears flowed. Damon pulled me into his arms. He held me against his chest and stroked my hair.

  It felt so good. I knew right then that I had to do whatever it took to make him happy. All I wanted was to feel his arms around me as much as I could.

  But when he pulled back and looked at me, his face was a mask of fury again.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Damon

  In that moment, I hoped that Finn’s father was dead. Because if I ever saw him, I would tear him apart. In my hands, he would not die quickly or easily.

  “Damon,” he whispered.

  “It’s okay,” I said and stroked his hair again.

  Finn reached up and ran his fingers along my jaw. His eyes were searching my face, and I realized he must have thought I was angry with him.

  He hadn’t picked an outfit, so Finn was still completely naked. Feeling him wrapped in my arms and seeing the Omega look so vulnerable made my cock hard.

  “I have to go,” I said.

  I had to get away from him. I couldn’t resist Finn when he was standing there naked and defenseless in front of me. I wasn’t sure that I could restrain myself when my body coursed with anger.

  “What? Please, don’t go,” Finn begged.

  “I’m going to go find your father and end his miserable existence.”

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p; “Damon, please stay here with me. He’s not worth it.”

  I was about to tell him that I’d decide what was and was not worth my time, but Finn stood up on his toes and brought his lips to mine. He kissed me. Finn chose to kiss me, and it awakened a hunger deep inside me. It was raw and animalistic, but it was different than any lust I’d ever felt before.

  “Finn, we don’t have to do this right now,” I said, but he kissed me again.

  I slid my hands down his back and under his buttocks to lift him off the floor. Finn wrapped his legs around my waist, and I carried him over to the bed.

  He was a miracle, and I wanted to worship him. I set the Omega down on the bed and knelt between his legs. “Scoot your ass to the edge,” I instructed. “Put your heels on the edge.”

  I wanted to pleasure his body, but I wanted my Omega spread wide so I could see him. He did as I asked, and I just looked at his sweet little asshole for a moment before I bowed to him and ran my tongue around his rim.

  Finn shuddered, and I wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked gently as he ran his hands through my hair. I licked and sucked his shaft and cockhead until he was crying out my name. Finn began to grip my hair, and he pulled my face into him. I was going to pull back and tell him not to do it, but I couldn’t. The Omega thrust his hips and slid his cock in and out of my mouth as he came, and I let him have that little bit of control. He wanted me, and I reveled in the feeling of him using me to get off.

  When his climax quieted and I’d swallowed every drop of his sweet nectar, I stood up and stripped off my shirt and pants. Finn bit his bottom lip as I stood naked before him and stroked my cock.

  He scooted back to the middle of the bed, and I crawled in between his legs. Finn spread his thighs wider for me. He was inviting me in. I rubbed my cock against his and sucked one of his hard nipples in between my teeth.

  His hips came up, and Finn rubbed his slick along my shaft. The head of my cock rubbed against his root as he ground against me.

  “Do you want to fuck me, Omega?” I asked. “Do you want my big cock?”

  “Yes,” he moaned the word without hesitation.

  I brought my hands down to his hips and held them still while I positioned my cock against his opening. With a slow, smooth movement, I eased the entire length of my shaft into his tight ass.

  Everything about him was so soft and inviting. He’d opened up to me like a flower, and I couldn’t believe how much that turned me on. There was more to it than just him telling me he wanted me. I craved something with Finn that I’d never craved with another Omega as long as I could remember. I wanted to feel connected. I’d started to believe that I could open up to him, too.

  “Damon,” Finn said my name and gripped my shoulders as he wrapped his legs around me.

  I realized that I’d just been holding still enjoying the feeling of being inside of him. He wanted more. I began to move my hips to withdraw my cock and then sink back into him again.

  “Do you think I’m attractive?” he asked self-consciously.

  Finn suddenly withdrew a little. He’d been emboldened, but some of his strength had retreated. I felt protective of him. I didn’t want the Omega to retreat. I needed him present and connected with me.

  “Of course I do,” I said and kissed his forehead even as I continued to thrust into him. “You’re the most breath-taking Omega in the world, Finn. It’s why I chose you. Finn, you make me feel like an Alpha in a way that no one else ever has.”

  His fingers gripped my shoulders, and the Omega’s nails dug in as he arched his back toward me. “I want you,” he panted.

  “You have me, baby,” I said. “I’m right here. Tell me what you want me to do.” I couldn’t believe the words myself.

  He moved his hands and hips to one side at the same time. It took me a moment, but I realized what he wanted. Finn wanted me to flip over on my back, so he could be on top.

  Was I ready for that? Was I ready to let him have control? The thought of Finn riding my cock was hot, but was I ready to surrender?

  Yes. I decided to let my Omega have his way with my cock. If he wanted to bounce up and down on my shaft, I’d enjoy letting him ride.

  I wrapped my arms around his waist and flipped us over in one smooth movement. I stayed balls deep in the Omega while I let him get on top. He leaned back, and I licked my lips at the sight of his cock and that little patch of hair behind his cock on full display for me.

  “You wanted to be on top, little Omega,” I said. “Have your way with me.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Finn

  I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. Damon was so fucking sexy. I leaned forward and put my hands on his big, muscular chest. His huge cock was inside of me, and I had permission to ride him any way I wanted.

  For the first time in my life, I was having sex because I chose to.

  I moved one hand off his chest and grabbed his hand. When I brought it to the place where our bodies met, he knew what I wanted.

  While I moved my body up and down, Damon stroked my cock. I brought my hands up and rolled my pebble-hard nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

  I took it slow at first, but after I got used to being on top, I started to ride him hard and fast. Damon had one hand on my hip guiding me while I bounced up and down on his cock. His hand slid up and down my shaft to match my rhythm.

  “Oh, god, Finn. You’ve got to slow down or I’m going to blow,” Damon growled.

  For a moment, I considered it, but I didn’t obey. I was so close to coming, and I wasn’t going to slow down.

  “I can’t,” I pleaded.

  “Oh, god,” he moaned. “Is my little Omega going to come?”

  Instead of waiting for me to answer, Damon began to rub my cock harder and faster. Seconds later, my whole body shook and I ground my hips down on his cock as mine went off all over his stomach.

  “Fuck, Finn. Oh, shit,” Damon cried out. He held my hips in place with the hand he’d been using to guide me and thrust his hips up off the bed and buried himself deep inside of me as he came.

  When we were both spent, I collapsed next to him and Damon wrapped his arms around me. I grabbed some tissues off the nightstand and cleaned him up quickly. I tried to move out of his way since I expected him to get up, but he pulled me close again.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I just thought…”

  “That I’d fuck you and take off?”

  “Well, yeah,” I said matter-of-factly.

  “You know, that’s what I thought I’d do, too, but I want to be here next to you. Just give me a quick second, okay. Don’t move.”

  Damon got up and went through a door on the opposite side of the room from the closets. I got a peek in when the door opened, and it was a massive white marble bathroom. A sink turned on, and a minute later he came back with a wet cloth.

  “I'll clean you,” he said, and I was in total shock.

  He nudged my thighs apart and washed me off lovingly. No one had ever done anything like that for me before. No one had ever even cared if I was clean or comfortable.

  “Be right back,” he said when he was done.

  He walked halfway to the bathroom and tossed the rag in. When he came back, Damon climbed into the bed and pulled me close again. We’d had some intense sexual experiences, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for cuddling. That seemed even more intimate than sex.

  “You okay?” he asked when I didn’t settle into him.

  “Yeah. I just…”

  I thought of the fire and how good it had felt to have him hold me in his arms. My mind made an inventory of all the things Damon had done to show me that he valued me as more than just a toy for his amusement.

  He’d already taken better care of me than any other man I’d ever encountered. That was just taking care of my physical needs.

  Damon also seemed to want to take care of me emotionally, too. He’d shown true anger at my father, and I belie
ved he really would’ve walked out the door to kill him if I hadn’t stopped him.

  I had to decide if I would give in to the intimacy, and it seemed that he was more than happy to let me make the choice. That felt good, and so did his arms.

  It was everything to have someone touching me in a nice way. It’d been so long since anyone had even tried. How could I tell him no and deny myself, too?

  “I’m just not used to it,” I said and scooted closer to him.

  “Would you like to get used to it?” he asked and smoothed a lock of my hair away from my forehead.

  “I think I would.”

  I turned onto my side and faced him. My head rested on his strong chest, and I wrapped my arm around him as best I could.

  Then, it happened. Something settled softly in my chest, and it overwhelmed me so much that I began to cry.

  “What is it, baby?” Damon’s voice was tinged with distress.

  “I feel safe,” I whispered. “I’ve never felt that before.”

  “Then why are you crying?” he asked and kissed my forehead softly.

  “I’m not sad. I think this is what they mean when they say you cry tears of joy,” I said and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. “I can’t believe how good this feels.”

  “If you stay with me, I’ll make sure you're always safe, Finn,” he said and tightened his grip on me.

  What was he saying? I couldn’t help but wonder if those words meant that he was giving me a choice. It seemed as though Damon wanted me to stay with him, but he wanted it to be my decision.

  Being wrapped up in his arms, warm and safe in his bed, felt too good. I wasn’t going to ask him if that’s what he meant. Like that story of the phoenix that rose from the ashes, I’d reclaimed parts of myself that had been taken from me by other men.

  Damon had made that happen. But was it because we were meant to be together or because I was meant to fly free?