Chapter 13
NOAH
I'm watching her take shot after shot from across the club, while the few friends she still speaks with dance around her like drunken sluts.
My anger and anxiety are rising at how reckless she's being with herself.
She's lucky she has me here watching over her, instead of counting on that stupid, useless cunt of a roommate, who's also trashed.
My sweet baby girl is too trusting, believing that humans are inherently good when they're not.
You would think she would have learnt her lesson with me, but apparently, she hasn't.
It's fine, it gives me a reason to protect her, even if it's from herself.
The music pounds in my ears, and vibrates through my bones, as the strobing neon lights distract me from my target and reason for being here.
My friend Will hands me another beer, and I almost down the whole bottle in one gulp as I observe another asshole approaching Cordelie on the dance floor, wrapping his lecherous arm around her small waist, and pushing her into his body as she dances seductively to the music in her skimpy, black, lace dress.
The one I want to rip off her, 'cause it's nothing she should be wearing.
She fucking belongs to me, and other men don't need to look at her.
Everything in me wants to jump over this railing, smash this beer bottle over his head, and thrust it into his throat, so I can see him bleed out before me.
Fortunately for him, there are too many witnesses, and unfortunately for me, he wouldn't be the only guy I have to kill here tonight for touching my sweet baby girl.
What the fuck is she thinking? She's making herself vulnerable, and any of these assholes could attempt to take advantage of that.
Is she drinking to this excess because that fuckface Tyler died?
Like, come on, she barely knew him, why would she let that affect her this way?
Um, how about 'cause she's an empathic, decent human and tried to save him, you fucking monster, unlike you, who drugged him.
"Hey, man, where's Joss tonight? You flying solo?
" Will yells over the music with a naughty grin.
He's no doubt heard from the others about what I've allowed to happen, and is hoping for his shot at the same.
People always talk about best friends having your back.
I don't have any, and never felt the need to.
The closest I ever got was with Cordelie.
At best, I have acquaintances I wouldn't murder, but I also wouldn't readily stick my neck out for them either.
A smirk lifts the corner of my lips at his question, as I take another sip.
"Yeah, she's indisposed at the moment. She stayed home.
" More like she could barely walk with how sore she was, so there was no way she was coming out dancing, and that was just fine with me.
I needed a night away from her toxic ass.
It's getting harder and harder to control my urges to hurt her, and I would hate for her to end up dead one of these nights.
I watch as the creep from the dance floor grabs Cordelie's hand and leads her to the bar area for a drink.
I have to crane my neck and lean over the balcony railing to keep her in my sightline, and that frustrates the hell out of me.
I know I'm not doing much to disguise the fact that I'm watching her from others, but I don't care.
Let them notice. Who's going to say anything to me?
Not even Josslyn would dare at this point, especially after what I made her do after the party where Tyler overdosed.
She thought she was so smug, going after Cordelie, embarrassing her, and trying to make her feel small. She was singing another tune, or more like sobbing, after I was done with her.
"Open, Joss." I shove the gag in her mouth and tightly fasten it behind her head, ensuring I pull on strands of her hair when I do.
The sound of the little cry she makes causes my cock to harden once more, and a shiver to slide down my back.
She doesn't even bother to protest, not after the tongue lashing I've already given her, and the marks she's sporting on her neck from where I choked her out.
She's lucky I had the foresight to pull back from the darkness that wanted me to end her once and for all.
Stupid bitch deserved it after hurting Cordelie.
Everything in me wants to see her blood painting the walls, but I hold on to my restraint.
Killing Josslyn in a fit of rage won't help get Cordelie back, and that's my priority.
I push her naked, cum-covered body to the floor, and use my bare foot on the middle of her back to force her to her hands and knees.
Fuck, I wish I had had the foresight to buy her an actual leash so I could walk her around like the bitch she is, not that I think for one second that would humble her, but it would've been a great visual.
"You know, Joss, none of this would've needed to happen, if you had just obeyed me, and left Cordelie alone.
" I yank on her blonde hair, and her body tenses in pain, as tears stream from the corners of her eyes down her face.
"But you couldn't, could you, baby? You saw an opening to hurt her, and you took it.
" I slap her asscheek harshly, and the instant red imprint of my fingerprints brings a morsel of pleasure to my dark soul, but it's not enough.
Josslyn has to pay for disregarding my demands, and it's the only way she'll learn to leave Cordelie alone.
Consequences must be paid in pain and blood.
I lean over her back, pressing my naked, hot flesh into hers and whispering into her ear, my voice frigid and filled with malice, "What was it you were saying to her, Joss?
Something about how I was so happy that I wasn't with her anymore, and that I was sick of her whiny bullshit?
" I yank her hair once more, forcing her face to turn in my direction as my glance bores into hers, and a tear slips down from the corner of her eye, disappearing into the gag strap.
"We both know that isn't true, don't we, baby?
" I wrap my fingers around her delicate neck and squeeze.
"You know very well that I never had any intention of leaving her for you, and that's why you left the door open.
You were always hoping she would catch us in the act, weren't you, slut?
" The sound of her panicked gasps behind the gag makes me smile.
She really thought I hadn't realized what she did.
She tries to rise off the floor with panic, but my grip on her neck and my heavy weight keep her exactly where I want her.
"She's nothing like you, Joss. I wouldn't dream of sharing her with anyone else.
In fact, I would kill any man who dared to touch her, but you, you're different, baby.
I don't feel that way about you." I release my grip on her neck, and she siphons air through her nose as I move around her and crouch so that we're at eye level.
"See, baby, I like sharing you. I like knowing that other men know that you're a whore that can be used, and you like it too, don't you, Joss?
" I cradle her face in my palm tenderly, probably the only instance of kindness she's going to receive tonight.
"You'll take your punishment tonight, Josslyn, and you'll do it with humility, and the knowledge that I could always make it worse.
I'm choosing pleasure, baby, don't make me choose pain to teach you a lesson, you might not survive it if I do. "
I see the fear, bright and present, in her eyes, along with the hint of anticipation.
Honestly, it's too bad I fell in love with Cordelie first and am obsessed with her, otherwise this farce of a relationship with Josslyn could have worked, at least until I was utterly sick of her.
Her depravity calls to my own like a siren's song.
"You're going to accept everything I have planned for you tonight, and grin and bear it, baby, or I'm going to leave your skanky ass and ruin your life.
" I squeeze her face, allowing my fingers to mark her skin.
"Do you understand me, Josslyn? Am I making myself perfectly clear?
I want to make sure we don't have a misunderstanding like last time, baby.
That's how we got here, after all, isn't it? "
She nods her head as more tears pour down her face, and her skin pales even further until it's almost ashen.
If I had even a smidgen of respect for her, or a moral compass, I would feel sorry for her right now.
I might even have changed my mind and allowed her off with just a warning, but I keep replaying all the pained looks I've seen on Cordelie's face since the two of us destroyed her world.
I get up and grab the syringe from the breakfast counter, pumping a little out and flicking it, to ensure there are no air bubbles trapped.
I would hate to kill her; that won't help me achieve anything, and it would prematurely end our fun.
I bend down, catching her frightened glance as I position the needle point at her neck.
"This will help take the edge off, baby, so you can enjoy yourself tonight.
" I press the sharp point into her neck as she winces.
"Just a little bee sting, then you'll feel all better.
" I depress the plunger and pull it away, and her body tenses.
I pet the side of her head, pleased with her cooperation.
Honestly, I thought she might grow a backbone and fight me, after I fucked her so violently when we first arrived from the party, but I should have known better.
As much as Josslyn likes to run her mouth about Cordelie, she's weaker than her.
Cordelie left me, but Josslyn never will.