Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Noah
I ’m rocking Kieran back and forth in my lap, holding her while she’s crying. “Kieran, baby it’s okay, we will figure something out. I promise,” I soothe.
I will help her through this. Kieran is the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Being around her is intoxicating, she’s a ray of sunshine. That bastard took her light. He hung rain clouds above her head. I hate him for that, I want to punch him. I’ve never been one for violence, but Sin brings that side out of me.
“Y-you’re not disgusted by me?” Kieran’s shaky voice pulls me from my thoughts.
“No baby, why would I be?”
“B-b-because I’m sick, there’s something wrong with me and I’m a slut.”
“Baby, you’re not a slut, and there is nothing wrong with you,” I admit. When she first told me what happened and that she liked it, I was horrified, but I realized something very important–I’ve been hiding myself too. How can I judge her for something she likes, when I would want her to still love and accept me for what I like? Just because she likes something that I don’t understand, doesn’t give me the right to judge her. “I’ve been told I needed to be locked up in a padded room, and the key needed to be thrown away,” she whispers, “so I would understand if you wanted to leave me.”
I look down at the small blonde in my arms, vulnerable and scared. “Kieran, I love you, I promise I’m not going anywhere.” No matter what, I vowed silently.
She falls asleep shortly after I reassure her that I love her and won’t leave her. I stand up, carrying her to her bed, and then I can’t put it off any longer. I turn to the camera I know is there and mouth the words, ‘we need to talk’.
I know he is watching. I’m not stupid. This means the masked man is also a tech expert, and man, he knows what he’s doing.
The door finally opens and I come face to face with the bastard who took advantage of Kieran. The moment we’re in the hallway, I punch him in his face. My fist connects with his nose and he stumbles back a step. I get ready to hit him again, when he pushes me into my room next door. I fall to the floor with him on top of me.
He pins my hands together above my head. My dick starts to get hard from Sin restraining me. Fuck, what does he do to me? He keeps making me feel things I thought I never would. I know he feels it because he laughs and shifts his hips so he is sitting right on my cock. I try to break his hold on my arms, but he’s huge. He is probably six inches taller than me and maybe fifty pounds heavier.
He leans in. “You want me, baby.”
“I don't,” I lie.
He adjusts so both my hands are in his one, then he wraps his other hand around my throat. His threat, along with the heat of his body drags a moan out of me before I can stop it. He laughs again and moves his hips so he’s rubbing on my dick. He lets go of my throat to grab my hard cock, before leaning down and sucking on my neck, stealing another throaty moan from me.
The kisses he trails down my throat leave me breathless, then he kisses up the center before he bites my Adam’s apple. I buck my hips, and when my throbbing cock hits him just right, my eyes roll in the back of my head. It’s a heady rush when the stinging pain from my neck mixes with the pleasure.
Fuck I need him off me. I’m feeling things I shouldn’t be feeling. I’m into women, not men, but my traitorous body didn’t get the memo.
He laughs and sucks harder before finally releasing my hands. I’m sure he left a mark, and I hate how much that thought turns me on more. He stands, offering me a hand to pull me up, which I refuse. Pushing myself up, I flip him off. The bastard just laughs and laughs and laughs.
“Why did you do that to Kieran?” I growl, before he can make another comment about how much I clearly want him.
“Do what?” He furrows his brows.
“Don’t play fucking dumb, asshole, you know what.”
“Watch how you speak to the man who holds your life in his hands.”
I laugh, I just can’t help it. He wants me to be worried about my life? My life.
“What’s so fucking funny?” he snarls.
“Kill me then,” I taunt, stunned at my bravery. Except, something about this man screams he won’t hurt us. Maybe it’s the fact that he drugged us and didn’t hurt us, but I just don’t believe he will.
I may be wrong, and damn do I hope I’m not, but I think he wants us alive. Why else would he get Kieran pregnant? She was on birth control, so either her birth control failed, or this fucker tampered with it. Suspicious, given that he gave her the test the moment she woke up.
He moves so quickly, I don’t even have time to flinch before his hand is wrapped around my throat. “Don’t fucking push me, Noah. You won’t like the consequences when you do.”
He tightens his hold, cutting off my breathing for a moment, before releasing my throat and stepping back.
I gasp in deep breaths. “Let us go,” I demand.
“No, you are both MINE,” he growls out.
“You’re crazy.”
“Maybe, but I’m keeping both of you.” he shrugs before walking out of the open door to my room.
“Kieran doesn’t want kids; she won’t keep it!” I yell after him.
When he turns around to lock me in, I see the look of finality on his face. It’s then I know we are never getting away, and Kieran is keeping the baby. She doesn’t have a choice.