Chapter 17 #3
My glance races over his flushed features as he bites down hard on his bottom lip.
His gaze meets mine, and I'm lost in all the darkness I witness there.
This is really who he is, this is what he enjoys, and he's held all of this back from me all the time that we were together.
It makes me incredibly sad that he didn't think he could share this part of himself with me. He really thinks I would have judged him or left him, and I can’t say for certain if I would have or not.
I don't know how I would have reacted in the very beginning of our relationship, but one thing is for certain: I wouldn't have walked away from him now if he hadn't cheated. He not only destroyed what we were with his actions, but also ruined what we could have been. It’s all on him, and after tonight I’ll no longer feel any guilt for any of it.
A yank on the belt brings me back to the present, pulling me out of commiserations that make no difference now.
I follow his instructions, lying on my back and using my hands to hold my legs straight, and wide open for him.
His fingers tweak my nipple and pull on the tip harshly, and I whimper, causing him to smirk with satisfaction.
His features look demonic, possessed even, as if something sinister has taken him over.
His palm slams down on my swollen, soaked pussy lips, and my body lurches off the bed only to have him place his knee on my stomach, shoving me down and causing my air to whoosh out of my lips. "Stay down, bitch, and enjoy the ride."
A part of me is done; I'm getting lost in my feelings, not in the euphoria of the moment.
As much as I want to experience it rough and be used, it makes me miserable, and I'm starting to feel disgusted with myself.
It also makes me feel sorry for Josslyn, because this must be what she experiences with him.
It's on the tip of my tongue to ask him to stop, but I'm not even sure if he will, even if I beg.
All my thoughts rip from my mind in the next instance when he pulls back and slams his cock inside of my core, grinding into me so that my clit rubs against his hard pelvis.
I watch as his stacked abs, wrapped in beautiful artwork, clench as he fucks me hard and fast. "FUCK!
" I scream, and that makes him chuckle with amusement, but he doesn't slow his motion or reduce how hard he's fucking me.
It's as if he's trying to burrow his way inside of me, one merciless thrust at a time.
“TOO MUCH!” I scream, but he laughs in my face before slapping my cheek. “Noah! Please!”
“You can take it, Cordelie. Your body was made for my cock alone. I own you, and I’ll use you any way I want.”
His thumb presses against my mouth, and slips between my lips, and my tongue lashes it as he thrusts it in time with his cock.
My body is begging for release, I can feel sweat sliding down my back, and my hair is damp at my roots.
I'm wired with static electricity, every nerve ending waiting desperately to explode.
He removes his thumb from my mouth and places it on my clit, rubbing in deep circles, and my body clenches with the need to come.
It's right there, I can feel it, but my body seems to be holding off, waiting for something I can't reach.
"Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you strangle him!
" Noah demands, and it's as if I'm pushed off a pinnacle.
My core tightens as I gasp for air, seeing white spots before my eyes.
My orgasm doesn't just slam into me, it shatters me into a million pieces filled with pain and pleasure.
Noah thrusts once more, then grinds into me, his body falling partially on mine as he comes deep inside of me.
"You're perfect, so perfect and mine. Look at how you milk every drop out of me, baby.
I'll never let you go now, Cordelie. It will always be us.
" He groans into my neck before biting my collarbone, and I wince at the sharp pain. I release my grip on my legs and wrap them and my arms tightly around him, as his body continues to shudder, and I urge oxygen into my lungs. I hold him as securely as I can, as tears slip down the corners of my eyes and into my hair, knowing that this is the last time I'll be able to do that. I’m broken, I know that now. It’s my truth, mine to face, mine to absorb, yet I refuse to wallow in it like before.
He pushes back from my body and stares down at me, kissing my eyelids one after the other, then the tip of my nose, before he pecks my lips tenderly.
It's such a contrast to the brutal way he just treated me that it makes my head spin.
He pulls back and stares at me with satisfaction and hope, and my heart shatters a little more.
"I love you, Cordelie. I'll never stop loving you.
You were always meant to be mine, and now we can be together again forever.
" I don't reply, but I close my eyes. I can't continue to meet his happy gaze.
He pulls out of me and slips from the bed, a chuckle on his lips, and I have no idea what he finds amusing. "I'll be right back with something to clean you up, baby, even though you look amazing with my cum slipping from inside of you right now."
The minute he hits the bathroom and closes the door behind him, I rush to my feet, scowling at the feeling of his semen sliding down my legs, and the pain that radiates through my sore body.
I grab a large, dark blue sweatshirt from the floor and a pair of black sweats, which I have to roll up, and slip them on.
I race for the door, not bothering with my stupid shoes, and without a backward look, I leave, closing the door quietly behind me.
I race barefoot with panic down three flights of stairs until I hit the sidewalk, trying to determine where the hell I am.
I don't hesitate to turn to the right, which seems to have more bright lights, and run toward a bus stop, seeing a cab just a little farther ahead.
I throw myself into the cab and give him the address of my apartment, urging him to get moving, and praying that Faye is there to pay him when we get there.
I stare out the back window, searching for any sign of Noah chasing me, and when I don't see him, I finally take a deep breath.
I know I just took the coward's way out by running, but I'm not convinced that Noah would have let me leave otherwise.
My intuition was telling me to run for my life, and for once, I listened to that bitch.
Tears slide down my face and meet the cold night air of the opened cab window as I stare out at a part of the city I don't recognize, and I realize it's finally over. I can be free of Noah Tisdale once and for all, and move on with my life. I'm free.