The Devil’s Chaos (The Brotherhood #2)

20. Twenty

20

TWENTY

HAVEN

B efore I knew it, we pulled up in front of a large cabin hidden in the shadows of the mountain. He turned off the engine and lifted me off the bike with ease. With no headlight shining, we’d been plunged into darkness, surrounded by the sounds of insects and the occasional hoot of an animal.

“Where are we?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He grinned a devilish grin, his blue eyes lighting up the darkness. “A place I come to when I want to be alone. My safe haven .”

He took my hand, leading me up the stairs and into the cabin. “Stay here,” he instructed, turning on his phone flashlight and fumbling through a drawer in the kitchen. I heard the click, click, click of a lighter, and the smell of wood smoke and pine filled my nostrils as he lit a fire. The cabin was still dark, but I could see a faint outline of wooden walls and a plush leather couch in the corner. In the center of the cabin, opposite the fireplace, stood a bed with a dark red duvet and sturdy wooden posts.

As he sat at the edge of the bed, I stood frozen by the door, watching him intently as he kicked off his boots and socks. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me, igniting a fire within my core. Sitting on the end of the bed, he leaned back on his elbows and stared at me. The hottest fires burn blue, and his eyes were no exception. And as soon as our eyes met, I knew I was done for.

“Come here,” he commanded in a low voice.

I hesitated for a moment, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I knew I wanted him, but a part of me was terrified of what could happen if I let him in completely.

I couldn’t resist his magnetic pull, holding me captive as I took step after step toward him until I reached the end of the bed and stood in between his open legs. His gaze burned through me like hot coals. With a smirk, he pushed off his elbows, sat up, and trailed his fingertips up the length of my thighs. Every nerve in my body was on edge as his touch grazed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. When he pulled his knife back out, I looked at him with concern.

He grinned up at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Trust me,” he whispered.

With a small nod, I tried to suppress the knot in my throat as he raised the knife and carefully slipped it beneath my white bodysuit. The fabric gave way with a loud tearing sound. His hands were incredibly steady and precise. Not once did he nick or scratch my skin. He repeated the process on the other side, the blade kissing my rib cage before moving to the sensitive flesh of my breasts. My now-destroyed bodysuit fell to the ground, leaving me completely exposed in front of him. It wasn’t just the nakedness I was giving him. To the contrary, I stood before him, baring more than just the physical part of me. My soul had floated out of my body, kneeling before him, begging for his touch.

Once again, he whispered, "Trust me," his hand caressing my arms, tracing the curve of each muscle. He carefully placed the knife back in its sheath and used his fingertips to explore my skin, tracing the array of marks left behind by my brother. I closed my eyes, letting out a sigh of relief. I was ready to let him in, to let him see every part of me. I knew he had seen the carnage and the battle scars that I carried, but he had never been there when the wounds were fresh and the pain was raw. He didn’t see the girl I became to survive each time.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against my stomach, and I bit my lower lip, trying to hide the tremble that ran through my body.

He positioned my leg on his thigh, opening me up to him, and a sense of surrender washed over me. His lips traveled lower as he slowly maneuvered to the floor, his breath hot against my skin as he made his way toward my most intimate parts. He could sense that I was about to crumble because his hands suddenly gripped my waist, keeping me upright. There was a formidable strength in the way he held me, his grip on my hips firm but gentle. It was a good thing, too. If he hadn’t, when he pulled my clit into his mouth, I would have fallen to the floor at his feet. The room spun around me as he continued to kiss and lick me. His tongue traced the delicate folds of my sex, parting them slowly and delicately. I gasped and arched my back, my hands finding their way to his hair as I tugged it gently.

“I fucking love the way you taste,” he praised.

He continued to explore me with his mouth, his tongue dipping inside, causing a wet, unfamiliar noise to escape me. My hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his face as my body craved the sensation of him touching me there. I clutched his shoulders and held on as tightly as I could, my hips bucking with each stroke of his tongue. His fingers teased and tormented me, stroking and rubbing me in just the right way. I was so close, teetering on the precipice of losing control, when he suddenly stopped.

He pulled away and stood to tower over me, his eyes locked on mine. “Trust me,” he whispered as he began to undress, revealing his beautiful, tattooed body. I couldn’t help but notice the scars that adorned his body, remnants of his own battles. He moved with cat-like grace, his muscles flexing as he slipped off his clothes one by one. On his chest was a giant black phoenix with its wings outstretched, and I couldn’t help but be curious about why he chose a phoenix, knowing it typically symbolized rebirth and transformation. Those very brief thoughts were extinguished when he stepped out of his jeans.

My breath caught in my throat when he pulled down his briefs, exposing himself entirely to me. I had no doubts that he was on the more well-endowed side, but what I saw displayed in front of me far exceeded anything I could have imagined. The veins on his erection pulsed with his heartbeat, making it look almost alive. He guided my hand toward him, and I couldn’t help but shudder at the contact. As my fingers trailed down his length, I felt something cold and hard pierced through the soft skin. I looked up at him in shock. Heat spread across my face because my fingertips were touching metal—cold metal that ran the length of his shaft and stopped underneath his tip.

“Are you…pierced?” I stumbled over my words, unable to say anything intelligent right now, but also unable to stop running my fingers across them.

A wicked grin spread across his face at my reaction. “They’re not just for show,” he said, stepping closer and leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Close your eyes.”

I obeyed, hesitantly closing my eyes as he switched positions with me and gently pushed me backward onto the bed. The duvet beneath me was soft like a pillow as he settled between my legs, positioning himself over me. I gasped when the cold metal pressed against my flesh, as he teased me, rubbing his cock up and down my sensitive folds. My hips bucked, trying to draw him inside of me, but he continued to torment me with slow movements.

“You’re so wet,” he breathed, desire bleeding into his words. “Open your eyes,” his voice a deep rumble now.

I looked up at him, and he lifted his hips, positioning himself at my entrance. And then, without warning, he thrust into me, filling me completely. I cried out, my voice ragged with pain and pleasure. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The cold metal of his piercings rubbed against my most sensitive spots, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body. My legs wrapped around his waist as I felt his grip on my hips tighten, pulling me closer with each thrust. His lips found mine, his kiss firm and demanding as if he needed to taste me as much as I needed to feel him inside of me. My hands clawed at the sheets, desperately holding on as he moved within me.

“God, don’t stop,” I pleaded breathlessly.

“There’s no God in this room,” he growled, his breath hot on my skin. “What I’m going to do with you would have even the devil blushing.”

And he was right. We were tapping into something raw and untamed, connecting on a level that transcended physical pleasure. Every thrust of his hips, every brush of his piercings, every caress of his lips on mine, and every ragged breath we shared was a testament to the darkness of our souls. The bed trembled beneath us as we moved, the force of his thrusts echoing off the walls. Sweat dripped from our bodies, mingling with the salty taste of our skin.

I clung to him like a lifeline, my nails digging into his back, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist. There was pain—pain from his piercings and the size of him stretching my walls to the limit. But I relished it. I needed to feel this pain mixed with pleasure. I needed him to consume me mentally and physically until there was nothing left but him. I needed him to make me forget every man before him. His dark eyes met mine as if he could read my mind, and his hand cupped my face, commanding my attention.

“I'm going to kiss you until you forget about them, taste you until you forget their touch, and love you until you forget they ever existed."

And with that promise, he devoured me, his lips and tongue claiming every inch of my mouth. My hands gripped his hair, pulling him closer as I felt my body responding to his touch, to his dominance. I moaned into his mouth as he continued to kiss me. His hips moved in a slow, ecstatic rhythm, and I could feel his cock swelling inside me, growing more immense with every thrust.

He pulled away, his eyes reflecting the intensity of the moment, and then lifted my legs up and over his shoulders, positioning me in a way that allowed him even deeper access. I cried out as he thrust into me again, the angle making every sensation more intense. His hands gripped my knees, holding them in place as he continued to fuck me with unrelenting, primal force. My body shook, and I arched my back, gasping for breath as the pleasure overtook me and the familiar tightening in my core consumed me.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I cried, my body trembling uncontrollably.

I screamed his name as my climax destroyed me, just as his thrusts became more erratic, his moans grew louder, and then, finally, he released himself inside me, his hot seed spilling into me. And for a brief moment, there was only us, lost in each other and the raw power of our connection. It was in this moment that I knew I had surrendered to him completely, my soul and body now his to keep.

Slowly, he lifted himself off me and looked into my eyes, his gaze intense and filled with a depth I couldn't fathom. He kissed me gently, and as our lips parted, he whispered in my ear, "Remember this moment, for it is the beginning of something that will consume us both."