Chaos (Beneath the Secrets, #1)

by Luna Mason

“Good, now be a good girl and come all over my fingers. I want to lick it all up after.”

“Get your ass up here and take a seat. It’s the best one in the house.”

grab the sides of his throat for support, causing him to groan beneath me.

She can choke me as hard as she wants. As long as I have that pretty pussy smothering my face, I’ll die a happy man.

Those little breathy moans she lets out only spurs me on further. Every time my tongue bar hits against her clit, her legs clamp around my head.

“Be a good boy and fuck me, Jax.” It’s like she’s managed to unleash a feral beast inside of me. I let out a growl and my hand shoots out, grabbing hold of her throat. I squeeze tight, claiming my lips with her own as I roll us over so I’m positioned between her legs. “If it means I get to sink inside your soaking pussy, then I’ll be such a good fucking boy for you, baby.”

“You can play hard to get all you like. I fucking love the chase.” “And I love to run.” “Let the games begin, sweetheart.”

The smile that lights up her face makes my heart race. The entire reason for my existence is this moment.

“I’m fine, baby.” “Make sure it stays that way. Jax, I mean it. If I, at any point, feel it’s unsafe for Maeve, I’ll have to take her away.” I drop my fork and it clatters against the table as I stand. “No.” “No?” She pushes out her chair and stands in front of me, a grin twitching on my lips. “It’s my job to protect you and our daughter. Let me do it. You don’t run from me, Sofia. You know that I will chase you. I’ll never stop. But you need to understand something⁠—” “Oh, do I?” She tips her chin up to me and I lace my fingers around her neck, my thumbs framing her jaw. “Yes. That I’d give up my own fucking life for you and that little girl upstairs. Without even blinking, I would do that for you. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll give you everything. Just never, ever, threaten to leave me like that again.” It would break me to pieces. I’ve just found them, yet they consume my every thought. They are providing me a lifeline I never knew how badly I needed. “I’ve lost people who meant everything to me before. I’ll never let that happen again.” My voice almost shakes as I say the words.

“Good girl,” he mutters against my lips. “And even if you bankrupt my card, which, to be honest, would impress the hell out of me. I’ll just sell a couple of my Lambo’s.” “You are completely reckless, Jax.” “I prefer the term chaotic. It’s my quirk.”

“Hey, Jax?” He places the gun down on the table and turns to face me, his thighs on either side of my legs. “Yes, baby.” “I want one.” “A tattoo?” I nod. Is this going to hurt? “Shit, are you telling me I get to be the first one to ink your pretty virgin skin?” he says with a smirk. “Hey, if you’re not going to take it seriously, I’ll go to another shop and let a guy put his hands—” I lean in, brushing my lips on the shell of his ear. “All. Over. Me.” A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within him. As he pulls me closer, his fingers firmly grip my waist, igniting a surge of desire. “I think the fuck not. I’ll do it.” I tap his cheek, looking down at him. “Good boy.”

“Again, sweetheart. I dare you. Soak my fucking face.”

😶

The moment her streaming eyes lock with mine, it's as if a puzzle piece finally finds its place, and everything suddenly makes sense. I fucking love this woman. Love.

“Jax… Why do you sound odd?” I’m never going to live this one down. “I have an injury, that’s all I’m telling you.” I hear Alexei’s cackle. “Does that mean you’ve taken that clicking machine out?” Nikolai chuckles. “Only for the day.” “That must have been a good feast,” Alexei yells through the speaker.

“I love you, Sofia. You complete me in ways I never even realized I was missing. You are everything. I live for you. I will die for you. You are, and always will be, the perfect in the midst of my chaos.”

Nikolai, It’s Sofia. I’m sorry it’s late, but Jax hasn’t come home. Can I get Alexei’s number? Nikolai: Sleeping with Alexei is not a good idea.

He’s joking yeah?

“You have a good woman. Do you know what I would give to have my wife back? And, you just run off and find some whore the second you get your little girly panties in a bunch? Come on.”

“Stop making excuses for me! Stop trying to make me into someone I’m not. I woke up, with my dick pressing against a blonde’s ass. I called her Sof, for fuck’s sake. I thought she was you. I don’t remember a fucking thing, but I did it. I broke us. I’ve destroyed every good thing in my life. Is that what you need to hear? Does that make you believe me? I fucked another woman, Sofia. Listen to what I am telling you.”

He was drugged and this was staged I refuse to believe otherwise.

“How did Brody know?”

Cause he set it up

Fake?

“Smash as many cars as you want. Take it all out on me. Hit me, punch me. Do whatever the hell you want. But, I won’t let you ever hurt yourself, tigritsa.”

“You’re still with him? I thought you guys split after he slept with Stacy? That’s why I was thinking maybe you would need someone to talk to.” “We had some things to work out, but, no, we didn’t break up.” Why would she care? I’m not asking her for money.

Why does she fucking know

I had Sofia to drag me out of the depths of hell. A lot of men, they don’t have that. It’s drilled into us as kids, you don’t cry. You don’t show weakness. You must be strong. When you fall, you don’t cry, you brush yourself off and do it again. Over and over until you can’t take it anymore.

As I swing it open, I’m met with a puffy-faced Anna, sniffling as one of my guards tightens his grip on her arm.

Don’t trust her

“I-I fucked up. Brody, he⁠—” My heart almost stops. Brody. “Brody, what?” I raise my voice and step towards her. “I’ve been sleeping with him, Sof. I’m sorry.”

How’d I know

“Bite me, mark every inch of me.” A growl erupts from his chest, starting a fire only he can put out. His hand tightens around my hip, anchoring me firmly in place. “Dig your nails in deeper, baby. Make it fucking hurt,” he hisses. When I do, he groans. Holy shit. He leans in, biting down on the flesh on my shoulder, and I cry out. “You want me to mark you? You want me to lose control? Baby, you have no idea what you’ve just let yourself in for.”

open my mouth to speak, but before I can, he grabs me by the ribs and spins me upside down against the wall. As soon as it happens, all the blood surges to my head, creating an instant sensation of pressure. “Wrap your hands around me,” he commands. I feel his arms, strong and secure, effortlessly supporting my weight as my back presses against the smooth wall. “Bend your knees and spread them as wide as you can.” I do as he says. My foot collides with a frame, causing me to flinch. The sound of shattering glass resonates through the room. “Shit,” I hiss. But, then I feel his breath hitting against my pussy. A fuzzy feeling takes over my head, causing my muscles to quiver. With a last nudge, he pulls back his hips so I’m level with them. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock, baby.” Gladly.

Holy fuck

“Is that what you want? To be used like my own personal fuck toy, Jax?” Tilting my head back, I relish the sensation of running my hands along the softness of her calves. “I don’t just want it. I’m down on my knees begging for it, baby.” I need this. I want to feel how much she loves me. Mark me as hers again. Bring me the fuck back to life.

🫡🥵

“You wanna ride me, sweetheart?” I smirk. She doesn’t answer with words, but by lifting herself up and guiding the tip of my dick into her. With a tight grip on my throat, she lowers herself. Her mouth makes the perfect little ‘o’ and her eyes flutter closed. “Halfway, baby. Keep going,” I slap her thigh to spur her on and her gaze locks onto mine. With my hands grabbing each ass cheek, I lift her up and down to ride my dick, pushing her down all the way to the base. “Shit, Sof. You feel so good,” I grunt. “Harder,” she cries out. That turns me completely feral for her. I push my hips up and drive into her without stopping, feeling the tension build in every muscle of my body.

There isn’t a cure for a mind that works against you. There is no magic button to press to make the dark thoughts go away. I’ll have to battle this every day, probably for the rest of my life. And I will.