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A male who caused the destruction of her family.

A male she needed to stop kissing and get the hell away from right goddamn now.

“We’ve been building up to this from the very start. You know it and I know it. Tell me I can have you.” He lifted his head, his eyes black pools of liquid fire, so deep and dark and hot they burned into her, scorched her. “Say it,” he said between clenched teeth.

It was a demand. He was demanding that Grace give herself to him, that she give him consent. This was a man used to getting what he wanted. He would never force her, but he also didn’t like the word no when he wanted something.

He must have seen something on her face, in her eyes, because he growled.

“Grace…”

“No,” she said, in as strong a voice as she could muster. “Get off me.”

Chaos growled again.

“Now.”

He released her instantly and climbed to his feet, pulling her up with him. Her body was buzzing like an electric current was arcing over her skin, pulsing and slick between her thighs, nipples hard, aching points desperate for his hands, his mouth. She had to lock her knees so she didn’t fall on her ass.

He watched her, his massive chest laboring, his eyes, once again those of a shark, hard and cold, hungry, following her, not leaving her. There was no hiding his massive erection, he didn’t bother trying. He stood with his hands at his sides, fingers curled into fists, legs braced apart.

“I didn’t think you were the type to play games,” he said, voice as icy as his unwavering stare.

She kept her spine braced. Ready if he came at her. The male wasn’t all angel, he was half demon as well, and Kishi were barely more than animals. “Things got out of hand. I don’t want you. That’s not playing games. Obviously, your ego is too bruised right now to recognize the difference.”

His nostrils flared and his lids lowered like a beast scenting the air for prey. “I can smell how wet you are, how much you want me inside you. Lie to yourself all you want.”

“You’re a pig.”

He grinned, flashing those straight white teeth again. But there was no humor, no warmth. It was kind of terrifying.

“Yet, you still want me to fuck you.”

“Get the hell out,” she said, her voice embarrassingly unsteady.

He dipped his chin, turned, and strode from the room with an arrogant swagger that set her teeth on edge.

And she tried, so damn hard—but she couldn’t look away until he was out of sight.

CHAPTER 8

Chaos walked into his apartment and kicked the door shut behind him.

He would overcome this, this fucked-up need…this hunger for Grace. He had to.

Uncurling his fists, he yanked off his shirt on the way to the bathroom. He’d walked out of her gym an hour ago, and he could still smell her, taste her. Feel her lips on his, her tongue against his, hear the sound of her whimpering in his head. He was hard as stone and furious with himself.

What the hell had he been thinking? He hadn’t been, and that was the problem. The female scrambled his brain as soon as he saw her.

Why was he so drawn to her? What was it about her that had him zeroing in on her whenever she was near?

He grunted, cutting off the idiotic thought that worked its way forward. No. Not that. He’d know it if was that. He hadn’t felt her when she came into her power like Kryos had Meredith, or Zen with Mia. Lazarus had fucking collapsed during a fight when Eve hit his radar. No, it wasn’t that.

She made his dick hard, that’s all. There was nothing more between them. If there was, he’d know.

Which meant what he was feeling for Grace was lust, nothing more, and something he could most definitely overcome. He just had to try harder.

He shoved down his shorts and looked at his cock. It was harder than he’d ever seen it, veins bulging along his shaft, pre-come still leaking from the head.