Chapter 15
NOAH
My rage is simmering like a pot of hot water that desires to boil over as I carry a limp Cordelie up the three flights of stairs to my shitty apartment, in my sketchy as fuck neighborhood.
She didn't have a purse on her when I searched her after placing her in my car, and I don't remember seeing one on her when she was dancing.
I would have taken her back to her place instead of here, but there was no way I was leaving her alone, or demanding her keys from Faye.
The bitch wouldn't have given them to me anyway, and probably would have called the cops once she got a look at my blood-splattered body, or Cordelie's condition.
A few bystanders in the club's parking lot stared at us with suspicion as I cradled an unconscious Cordelie in my arms, but I must have terrified them with my menacing glare.
No one dared to approach us or tried to stop me.
No one was taking my sweet baby girl away from me, especially after what I walked in on.
I shift her slight weight in my arms, convinced that she's lost more weight than I initially thought as we make it to my floor.
I grimace with annoyance that the fucker's blood is coating her legs and splattered on her sexy dress.
I don't want anything of his touching her.
It instantly makes me want to return to the club and bash his head in, so I can see his brain matter splattered on that dirty bathroom floor.
How fucking dare he think he could touch and attempt to rape her?
! He's only still breathing because I realized he didn't manage to penetrate her, and her small cries and begging had me hesitating.
One look at her underwear around her ankles and her ass on display had me losing my mind, and the demon that lives inside of me demanded to be allowed free to exact my revenge.
A part of me wishes I hadn't listened to her pleading, and just ended his miserable life.
I walk through a large cobweb, the silken strands gripping my face and forcing a growl that disturbs Cordelie, who shifts uneasily in my arms. Fuck, this nasty place.
My eyes scan the hallway with the faded, unclean carpet, cracking paint, and peeling wallpaper.
Half the sconces and overhead lights have burnt out at some point, and the cheap-ass management never bothered to replace them.
This is not a place that's fitting for someone like Cordelie to even breathe the toxic air, and I'm regretting bringing her here by the second.
I reach my door, and the bright yellow eviction notice taped to it makes me even more furious.
Motherfuckers. I cradle Cordelie tighter against my body as I rip it off the door, crumple it into my fist, and drop it on the floor, as I let myself inside my apartment.
Good fucking luck to them trying to get me out of here, regardless of the fact that I haven't been able to pay my rent in months.
I'm not fucking leaving. I have nowhere else to go.
"Nooo, don't," Cordelie mumbles, her dark brows furrowed and her lips tense as if she's in pain, as I quietly close and lock the door behind us.
I lean forward and press my lips against her forehead, attempting to soothe her as I glance around my apartment, wondering where the hell I'm going to put her down.
"It's okay, sweet baby girl, you're safe.
" I use the back of my hand to push all the discarded clothes and dirty blankets off my lumpy pullout sofa, then place her down gently on the surface.
I stare down at her with apprehension. She looks so small and pale against its surface.
I drag my hands down my face, a wave of exhaustion sliding over me, and I observe with disgust that they're still covered in that fucker's blood.
Right, I have to get both of us cleaned up.
I don't want Cordelie waking and seeing any of that.
I go to turn away, but a thought leaks through my mind: Did that fucker drug her?
Is that why she's so out of it? It can't just be the alcohol or the shock, because she would have been reactive already if it were just that.
My hands tighten into fists at my sides, and I have to restrain myself from punching a wall.
"I'm going to find that fucker and make sure he never takes another breath," I grumble as I make my way to my tiny bathroom in search of towels to clean Cordelie up.
I turn on the light and stare at my reflection in the mirror.
The monster staring back at me is covered in dried blood splatter, my hair's a fucking mess, and my dark eyes look too prominent and sunken for my face.
Underneath it all, however, I see a glimmer of satisfaction.
Satisfaction that I got to my girl before any real damage could be done, and that fucker will be wearing the scars of attempting to hurt what's mine for the rest of his miserable life.
However long that I continue to allow him to breathe for, that is.
I run the water, washing off my face and hands and stripping out of my clothes, leaving me only in my tight, black boxers, before finding a reasonably clean towel to wash Cordelie off with.
I step back into the room, approaching her unconscious form with minor relief that she's still not awake.
I know when she does come to, she's going to be hysterical, and want to get the fuck away from me.
This is the longest and closest I've been able to be with her since that night she realized what a piece of shit I am.
I crouch down, remove her heels, throw them over my shoulder, and start wiping down her shapely legs.
The crimson marks come off easily, tainting the light grey towel with their essence.
I stop when I reach the juncture of her thighs, my eyes taking in the creamy surface and the black lace panties she's wearing, her dress having ridden upwards.
It was so hard not to be tempted back in the club's bathroom when I had to pull them up her legs, but I managed to resist my compulsive need to touch her.
I glance back up at her face quickly to ensure she's still out, before reaching forward and dragging her underwear carefully down her legs.
I know I shouldn't even be thinking of doing anything to her, but I can't help myself.
It's been so long since I tasted her, and I've always been an addict where Cordelie is concerned.
My hands shake as I slowly allow them to trail up her inner thighs, nudging them further apart until I can see her pretty pussy.
My tattoo-covered skin is such a mesmerizing contrast against her pale flesh that for a moment I just stare at it, taking it all in.
My mouth salivates with the desire to taste her, just one lick, so I can be reminded of how she was always my favorite flavor.
I lean forward, allowing my warm breath to caress her pussy lips, and watch with satisfaction as her skin pebbles with goosebumps.
My hands open her wider for me until her lips part, and I can see the hint of her little clit.
I use my thumbs to softly stroke her flesh and rub circles on her little nub, and her pelvis shifts below me.
I press a kiss to her mound as I pick up speed, rubbing her clit, and feel her wetness begin to coat her cunt, making my mouth water with anticipation.
"Fuck, baby, you smell so damn good. It's so hard to resist you," I moan.
I slide my finger slowly through her wetness, dragging it from her tight entrance, to the tip of her clit and then back again, playing with her as she breathes deeply in her drug-induced slumber.
You're a fucking monster, just as much as the guy in the club bathroom.
I know I should stop. I should put her underwear back on, pull down her dress, and wrap her in my blanket; that's what a good man would do.
What happened to her was traumatic enough tonight, and I shouldn't add to it with my depravity, but I can't seem to stop myself.
The problem is, I have never professed to be a good man, not even slightly honorable if I'm being honest with myself.
I want her, and that's all that matters.
My tongue slides between her folds, her flavor bursting on my taste buds, and her sweet musky scent engulfing my senses.
"Sweet baby girl, I'm going to make you feel so good, promise.
" I lick and suck her clit, using my fingers to hold her open for me so that I can gorge myself on her taste.
My hard cock is aching and throbbing in my boxers, and I can feel my precum sticking to the material, creating friction that has me moaning against her flesh as I press myself against the side of the sofa bed.
Everything in me wants to remove them and fill her pretty, pink pussy up with my cock, thrusting inside her so deeply that she'll never be able to be rid of me.
I slip my forefinger inside of her tight hole, thrusting softly as her walls tense and tighten around me, and suck her clit into my mouth.
Her slickness leaks from her, intensifying my belief that she's enjoying what I'm doing to her.
I thrust another finger inside her tight hole, and her core clenches down like a vice, holding my digits hostage.
"Fuck, sweet baby girl, you're still so tight.
This beautiful pussy is mine, it's always been mine, and I will never allow you to fuck anyone else but me.
Do you hear me, Cordelie? What I did tonight is but a taste of the violence I'm willing to commit for you. "
My thrusting picks up speed as I feel her body undulating, and a small whimper slips from her lips that goes straight to my cock.
"That's it, baby, come for me like the good girl you are," I whisper against her flesh, allowing my teeth to graze her swollen clit, as I hump the side of the sofa bed mattress in desperation to get off with her.
I force a third finger inside her tight, clenching entrance, and her lower body bows slightly off the mattress.
Her closed lids shift as if she's trapped in a dream, and I hope that in it I'm providing her with pleasure. "Noooaahhh," she whispers as she comes on my digits, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and a sense of joy washes over me that’s it’s me she’s called out to.
"Fuck, baby, you're so beautiful when you come for me," I groan as I feel my own orgasm sliding up my back like electricity.
I release her leg and grab my cock, squeezing it tightly as my whole body trembles.
I rise off my knees, slipping my fingers from inside of Cordelie's perfect cunt and pulling down my boxers, gripping myself tightly and coating my cock in her wetness as I stroke my cock mercilessly over her prone form.
My cum shoots out of my tip and coats her creamy thighs in ribbons of translucent white, as I groan with satisfaction at seeing her be marked in my essence.
"Damn, Cordelie, the only thing better would be to see my cum slipping from inside your tight hole, baby. "
I'm so lost in the enticing, sexy image that I don't realize that Cordelie must have opened her eyes. "Noah?" She questions with a look filled with shock and horror, and all the air leaves my lungs as she attempts to scramble away from me.