CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
DOM
After returning the rental, Casper and I got into my car and headed for his place. I felt awful about bringing him home all beat up. He and Luna didn’t deserve this crap.
I’d already called Rebel to give him a heads up. Understandably, he was pissed. Not with us, of course, but with the entire situation. If Project X made another appearance in our business, we were going to have a serious problem. One that we would have to take care of before it took care of us.
When I pulled up in front of Casper’s apartment building, I turned off the engine and got out with him. I felt like I owed it to Luna to apologize for bringing him home looking the way he did.
“Hey baby,” Luna called out when we entered the apartment. “I’m happy you’re home already. We can probably catch a few episodes of our show before—oh my God, what happened to you guys?”
She rounded the corner from the bedroom mid-sentence, catching sight of us. Her jaw dropped, her brown eyes widening. She rushed over to where we stood just inside the doorway.
“We ran into some trouble,” I explained. “I’m really sorry, Luna. I hate bringing him home like this.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Casper signed. “We’re fine. It looks worse than it is.”
Her expression dissolved into one of pure concern. “Come into the kitchen. Both of you. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“I’m fine. I’m gonna head home anyway.” As I tried to reach for the door, Luna grabbed my arm, dragging me along with her.
“Don’t give me that crap. Let me take a look at you.”
Luna had the purest soul of any person I’d ever met. Not only was she adorable with her pink and purple locks and colorful attire, she was truly a kind person. She and Casper had endured hell together and come out stronger for it. I couldn’t have picked a better person for him to fall in love with.
When Casper was at his worst, she and I had shared a moment. A brief flicker in time. We’d both been hurting and worried. I saw how much she loved him. How much she was willing to do for him.
So I allowed her to shove me into a kitchen chair next to Casper while she bustled around fetching first aid equipment.
Her touch was gentle as she cleansed the blood from my forehead before bandaging a cut near my hairline.
She then pressed an ice pack into my hand for me to hold to my aching nose while she turned to help Casper.
“I thought you guys were just doing a drop off,” she said. “What happened?”
“We got jumped,” I answered honestly. “Another group found out we were in their city. They didn’t like that much.”
Her worried gaze locked on Casper. “I hope this is the end of it. I don’t want you going back there.”
Gently touching her chin, he signed, “I’m okay, flower. I’ve had worse.”
She grimaced. “Don’t remind me.”
Feeling like I needed to leave them alone together, I rose and headed for the door. “Thanks, Luna. I’m going to take off now. Have a good night you two.”
“Goodnight, Dom,” she called after me. “Be careful out there.”
What a fucking night. I was ready to go home, take a hot shower, and collapse into bed.
Pulling open my car door, I dropped down into the driver’s seat with a heavy sigh. Before I turned on the engine, a rope was wrapped around my neck from behind. At the same time, I was hit with a familiar scent. A woodsy citrus aroma I would know anywhere. Noah.
He pulled tight, choking off my airflow. The rope biting deep into my flesh. I did my best to dig my fingers beneath it, to pull it away from my throat. He exerted too much force. I couldn’t get a finger beneath the rope.
Starting to panic, I began to flail. Reaching behind the seat, I groped about for Noah. He made the mistake of leaning too far forward. I was able to grab a handful of his hair, jerking his face forward. Slamming it into the back of my headrest.
That was enough to loosen his grip on the rope. Giving me the chance to grab a hold of it and jerk it free. I shot out of the car, reaching into the back seat to grab him. Clutching a handful of his hoodie, I threw him onto the ground.
“What the fuck was that, asshole?” I shouted, driving a fist into his face. “Is that how you plan to kill me? That’s fucking pathetic.”
Noah raised a hand to block the next blow. Catching sight of my freshly battered faced, he asked, “What happened to you?”
“Why the hell would you care? You just tried to kill me.” Dragging him to his feet, I slammed him against the side of my car a few times.
“Just fucking tell me,” he demanded, giving me a shove.
I didn’t see any reason to keep it a secret. Before he shoved me again, I punched him in the jaw. “Casper and I were jumped by Project X in Elmwood tonight. They stole our product and beat our asses. I’m sure you’re just sorry they didn’t kill me for you.”
Something like unease slid over Noah’s face. Schooling his features, it was gone as quickly as it came. “Of course not. I plan to kill you myself. I don’t want anyone stealing that satisfaction from me.”
He reached out a hand as if to touch my bruised face before suddenly jerking back. My eyes narrowed. What was up with him tonight?
I decided that I didn’t care. This whole night had been a bust. It had kicked my ass on every level. Now I needed to take something back from it while I could.
Grabbing Noah by the front of his hoodie, I shoved him viciously into the back seat through the still open door. Not letting myself think about what I was doing, I climbed in after him. I closed the door, locking us in together.
“What are you doing, Dom?” Noah eyed me suspiciously.
Reaching into the front seat, I snatched up the piece of rope where it had fallen on my seat before turning back to him. “You’re about to find out.”
Using my weight to pin him in place, I grabbed his wrists, tying the rope tightly around them. When he realized what I was doing, Noah began to struggle. Too bad for him. I wouldn’t be stopped.
“What the hell is your deal tonight?” Noah did his best but the ropes were too tight.
“I’ll be the one asking the questions.” Momentarily silencing him with a finger against his lips, I continued. “How did you know where I would be? Are you stalking me?”
Noah gave a half shrug. “Sometimes. I may or may not have a way of tracking you.”
I grinned. “You put a tracker on my car? I thought you were smarter than that.”
“Yeah, well, you haven’t found it yet, so who’s the stupid one here?” Cocky as fuck. Sarcastic as sin. Every word that came out of his mouth made me want to punch him.
“Did you really think choking me with some rope was going to work? What were you planning to do with my body after that?” I held him against the back of the seat, making sure he didn’t try to lunge out the opposite door.
Noah wiggled his eyebrows and chuckled. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I caught myself biting back a laugh. “You’re such a jackass. I’m starting to think you don’t really want to kill me at all, Noah. This really is just a game to you, isn’t it?”
Inclining his head to one side, he studied me in the dark confines of the car. The nearby street light illuminating us enough for him to look into my eyes. “Aren’t you having fun?”
My hand moved fast, clutching his jaw in a painful grip. “I am now.”
I bit down on his bottom lip until I tasted blood. His pained groan had my cock stiffening. Why did he have to sound so goddamn sexy when I hurt him?
Dragging my tongue along his wounded lip, I sucked it into my mouth before devouring him. I kissed him hard, sliding my tongue alongside his. A battle ensued as we engaged in a war for dominance. Even with his hands bound, Noah wouldn’t back down.
He kissed me back, his mouth roughly crashing against mine. A force that would no doubt leave us both bruised and swollen. Needing to feel more of him, I reached down, finding the obvious outline of his erection in his pants. I gave it a squeeze, loving the breathy sigh my touch elicited.
I didn’t know what we were doing here. The two of us had been back and forth for months now. If I let myself think about it for too long, I started to feel uneasy. There was something about him that got to me. Making me feel something nobody ever had, man or woman. Something that kind of scared me.
It didn’t take me long to undo his pants and have his hard cock in my hand. I broke off the kiss to glance down. He was almost as big as me. Long with a substantial girth. Nothing ridiculous but more than enough to work with. The perfect size really.
I wrapped my hand around him, squeezing until he moaned. Gliding my hand from base to tip. I rolled my hand around the head before sliding it back down again. Noah’s head fell back against the seat as he softly murmured, “Fuck.”
With his head back, I was invited to sink my teeth into his exposed neck.
Pressing my tongue against his pulse, I savored the way it felt pounding against his skin.
I continued to stroke him, slower at first, gradually increasing in speed.
Every now and then I circled his sensitive head, rubbing my thumb through the precum that had gathered.
“Goddamn I knew your touch would feel fucking amazing,” Noah said softly. “You know, if you wanted to jerk me off, sweet thing, all you had to do was say so. The rope isn’t necessary.”
“Should have thought of that before you brought it then.” I silenced him with another kiss. For good measure, I jerked him faster, sensing the rise of his climax.
Right when I was sure he would spill over the edge and come, I eased off, refusing to allow it. Noah squirmed uncomfortably. We both knew who held the power now.
“I knew you liked edging,” he said, unable to lose that arrogance, even with his dick in my hand. “Going to tease me now, Dom? Is that what makes you feel powerful?”
I frowned, not liking the way he picked that right out of my head. “If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to throw you out on the street with your cock out and drive away. That will make me feel pretty damn powerful.”
Noah’s low laughter struck a nerve within me. Skating down my spine, leaving prickles in its wake. He boldly leaned in to playfully bite my chin before brushing his lips against mine.
“Always so tightly wound.” He flicked his tongue across my bottom lip. “What would it take to get that stick out of your ass? Figuratively speaking.”
In an effort to make him stop talking, I grabbed him by the throat. Choking him until his face began to turn red. The motherfucker surprised me when his cock strained in my hand. Like being choked out turned him on like crazy.
“You’re a fucking maniac, aren’t you?” I loosened my hold enough for him to breathe without letting go. “Are you going to get off on it when I finally kill you?”
Noah pretended to consider my question. “Depends how you do it, I guess.”
Knowing there was only one way to make him truly submit, I jerked his cock harder and faster. The moment of climax was the most vulnerable moment. That precious second when I would be in full control, and he would be entirely at my mercy.
The ridge around the head of his cock grew firmer. An indication he was getting closer. His breath came faster. When he softly murmured my name, I knew I had him.
I wasn’t thinking. I merely acted. At the moment of his eruption, I leaned down, aiming his cock so he would release into my mouth. Having his hands bound didn’t stop Noah from tightly gripping my hair. Forcing my head down onto his cock as he came.
He shot onto my tongue, filling my mouth with his creamy release. Needing to taste him, to take all of him, I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock as I swallowed it down. There was something about making Noah come that filled me with exhilaration. Setting me on fire for him.
“Good boy,” he said with a husky laugh. “That was fucking spectacular.”
I hated that his words did something to my insides. Bathing them in warmth.
Sitting up to face him, I pulled away, putting space between us on the seat. “Don’t call me that. I’m not a fucking dog.”
“You are touchy as hell though. You need to lighten the fuck up, Dom. Life is too short to be such an uptight asshole all the time.” Noah motioned to his exposed cock. “Are you going to untie my hands so I can put my dick away, or are you not done with it yet?”
A sudden surge of annoyance shook me. So easily he got on my last nerve. I seemed to always be down to one whenever he was around.
Feeling especially vengeful, I opened the car door on his side, shoving him out onto the sidewalk. “Sorry, sweet thing,” I said, mocking him. “You’re on your own.”
Then I climbed back into the front seat and drove away. Leaving him there, scrambling to pull his pants up with his hands tied. At least they were tied in front of him. It could’ve been worse.