Chapter 11 #2
"Stop! You can't do this, Noah!" She squirms against my digit, pushing it deeper inside of her as I begin to thrust it slowly, feeling her walls strangling it.
"Please don't do this," she begs, but I'm unconvinced she doesn't want this between us.
I slip a second finger inside of her and quicken my pressure on her little nub, and she widens her legs for me.
"Oh my God!" She moans as she closes her eyes, and her mouth hangs open.
"Baby, the only god you have is me, and you've stopped praying at my altar.
It's left me so lonely and needy. Needy for you and your perfect cunt.
" I lick a line from her cheek to her eye, relishing the feel of her skin against my lips.
I feel her breath quickening, and I know she's getting closer and closer to her release.
It makes me joyful to see how she still responds to my touch.
"Please!" She bites down on her bottom lip as she grinds against my fingers, her hips undulating against the door.
A grin crosses my lips at her reaction. I'm not even sure she knows she's begging me to make her come.
Her chest is heaving as her head moves restlessly against the door, and I release my hold on her wrists and grip her neck, my fingers dying to squeeze and choke her, but I restrain myself and just tighten them enough that she opens her eyes, and stares into mine with desperation and lust.
"There you are, sweet baby girl. I want to make sure you know exactly who's making you come like a little slut in this washroom.
Your pussy will always belong to me. It knows exactly who its master is.
" I lean forward and touch my lips against hers, breathing in her scent filled with wildflowers.
"That's it, pretty girl, come on my fingers.
" I thrust harder and deeper until my knuckles are meeting her hot, damp flesh.
She pulls away from my kiss and leans forward, burying her teeth in my chest as her body tenses and her core clenches down on my fingers like a vice.
Her wetness slides down my digits to my palm, and it feels like victory, better than winning any championship game or even the damn lottery.
The mixture of pain, and her coming on my digits, has me close to exploding in my pants, but I would much rather be inside of her when that happens.
She slumps against me as I wring the last of her orgasm from her.
She watches from the corner of her eye as I bring my two fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, devouring her taste and moaning with pleasure.
Fuck, I wish I were getting it straight from the source, but the chances of her allowing that to happen tonight are zero, and I don't want to push her too hard.
"You taste like the sweetest dessert. I could eat you nonstop and never get sick of you. "
A look of hurt crosses her features before she once again shoves against me, and her other hand rises and slaps me hard across my face.
"You sick motherfucker! How could you say that to me!
You did get fucking sick of me, you cheated on me, you betrayed me!
I was never enough for you!" She goes to slap me again, and I almost let it happen, but at the last second, I grab her wrist and hold it tightly in my grip.
Her face is flushed with a mixture of her post-orgasm glow and pure rage.
I can see the tears already forming in the corners of her eyes, and that breaks my heart, because I know she's fucking right.
"It was never about being sick of you or not wanting you, Cordelie.
It was always about wanting you too much and knowing I'm not worthy of you, sweet baby girl.
" I release my grip completely from her and take a step away, dragging my hands through my hair.
"I loved you then, Cordelie, more than I've ever loved anyone in my life.
That was always the fucking problem between us.
I never wanted to taint your sunshine and diminish your light with my darkness. "
"You didn't just taint it, Noah, you obliterated it.
You left me shattered with no way to fix myself.
Everything that you supposedly loved about me is gone now.
I'm no longer that same girl, and you can thank yourself and that skank for causing that.
" She takes a step forward and shoves at me with both hands, and I stumble backward.
"You ruined me." Shove. "I loved you, and you betrayed me!
" Shove. "I'll never trust anyone ever again because of you!
" Shove. "You were the worst thing that ever happened to me, Noah Tisdale, and I wish I had never met you!
" She shoves me again, but there's nowhere left to go, and I slam into the glass wall of the shower.
Each of her words is like a stab wound, causing me to bleed out.
Surely she can see all of my blood coating her hands.
Every part of me is aching with her sharp words.
I attempt to defend myself, but she slams her palm against my mouth, causing my teeth to slice my lip.
"No, you don't get to speak and spill more of your lies.
I want you to hear me clearly when I tell you that I hate you, Noah.
I want you to understand that I wish I could forget our time together, the good and the bad.
" The fingers of her other hand wrap around my throat, and her sharp, black nails dig into the soft flesh, causing me to hiss from the pain.
"You are nothing but a horrible nightmare for me, but I do have to thank you for one thing.
You see, without you, I wouldn't have had to burn that na?ve girl to the ground and rebuild myself.
That's what I'm doing, Noah, and you have no place in my new world. "
Every word leaving her lips is more painful than the next.
Could she really mean what she's saying?
I stare into her eyes and see the cruel, dark truth clearly there for me to read, and that devastates me.
My legs feel like they're about to give out on me, and I can barely take a breath.
She pulls her hands away from my mouth and throat, and wipes them against her dress, as if the feel of me on her skin repulses her.
She turns away and heads back to the bathroom door, opening it wide, and looking over her shoulder at me.
"Stay away from me, Noah, or I'll kill you and smile in my mugshot. "
She walks out the door and slams it behind her, and my legs finally give out as I slide down to the floor, trying to get enough oxygen so I don't pass out.
I keep replaying her words in my head, and my body trembles as I realize that she means them.
She truly despises me, not just despises, she hates me and wishes she had never met me.
Fuck, what do I do now? I can't fucking lose her.
It's too late, she's already gone, and now you'll be all alone like you deserve.