Chapter Ten #2
“And how exactly were you planning on getting that?”
Blair’s expression turns mischievous immediately.
Never a good sign.
She takes the cigarette from my fingers casually before slowly climbing directly into my lap.
One knee settles beside my thigh before the other follows, her body warm against mine while my hands instinctively slide to her hips.
“There,” she says softly. “Much better.”
“You’re trouble.”
“You like trouble.”
Fair. I do, especially when it looks like her.
Her hips shift slowly against mine once.
Not enough to be innocent.
My jaw tightens instantly.
“Blair.”
“What?” she asks innocently while dragging smoke from the cigarette. “I’m just curing my boredom. Scratching my itch,”
“No, you’re playing with fire.”
Her eyes glitter beneath the city lights.
“Hmm maybe. But can you really blame me? After all, it’s been so long since your fire burnt me,”
Then she moves again.
Slower this time and more intentional.
My fingers tighten harder against her hips automatically while a quiet curse slips from my mouth before I can stop it.
Blair notices immediately and the smug little smile spreading across her face nearly ruins me.
“Oh,” she says softly. “That got a reaction.”
“Careful.”
“Or what?”
The challenge in her voice snaps something low and ugly inside my chest instantly.
I stand so fast she gasps quietly, instinctively wrapping her legs tighter around my waist while I carry her back inside.
Straight toward the couch near the balcony doors.
Rain streaks the city lights behind us while I lay her back against the cushions slowly, one hand gripping her thigh hard enough to keep her still.
Her hair spills messily across the dark fabric beneath her.
My shirt rides dangerously high against her thighs.
And fuck.
The sight alone nearly destroys whatever restraint I had left.
Blair props herself slightly onto her elbows watching me with those dangerous eyes.
Amused.
Cocky.
Like she still thinks she’s controlling this.
I drag her lower against the couch by her ankles instead, forcing a sharp breath from her lips while I settle between her thighs.
Some of the teasing flickers out of her expression after that.
Good.
My hand slides slowly beneath the shirt she’s wearing, fingertips dragging deliberately across warm skin while she shivers beneath me.
Every reaction she gives me feels amplified now.
The rain.
The city.
Everything feeds into the charged, dangerous tension hanging between us.
“Tell me, little addict,” I murmur against her throat. “Who’s the better fuck?”
Blair laughs breathlessly beneath me.
“Mmm, hard to say honestly. It’s been a while, my life’s been psychologically collapsing, and half the time around you two I genuinely can’t tell what’s real anymore.”
“Is that so?”
Her breath catches softly when my mouth drags slow along her jaw.
“Unfortunately.” Her fingers tighten in my shirt. “Looks like you’re gonna have to refresh my memory.”
My hand settles harder against her waist instantly.
“With fucking pleasure.”
She gasps quietly when I kiss her again, slower this time, deeper, swallowing every shaky breath she gives me while rain streaks the balcony windows behind us.
The apartment suddenly feels too hot.
Too close.
Like the tension between us has finally burned through the last of my restraint.
“You drive me fucking insane,” I murmur against her mouth.
Blair smiles faintly despite how wrecked she already sounds.
The couch creaks as I shift, moving closer, my knee pressing into the cushion between her thighs. She doesn't pull away. Doesn't flinch. Just watches me with those eyes—dark in the dim light, unreadable, but soft around the edges.
My hand finds her knee and slides slowly up the inside of her thigh beneath the oversized black shirt she’s wearing.
My shirt.
The fabric hangs loose over her body, soft black cotton swallowing her and brushing the tops of her thighs while black panties cling to her skin underneath. Her legs part instinctively the higher my hand moves, breath catching quietly when my fingers drag against warm skin.
Fuck.
The sight of her in my clothes is doing ugly things to my head.
“Noir,” she breathes softly, and there’s something dangerous in it. A warning maybe. Or encouragement.
Shit, knowing Blair, probably both.
I settle between her legs, one hand braced beside her head while the other stays tight against her thigh.
The city lights catch the hollow of her throat beneath the collar of my shirt.
Pink and purple hair spread messily across dark cushions. Lips swollen from kissing.
Eyes half-lidded and dangerous.
Mine.
The thought hits hard enough to almost piss me off.
“Missed you,” I mutter against her jaw before I can stop myself.
Not some pick up line. But a confession.
Blair immediately smirks beneath me.
Of course she fucking does.
“Aww,” she says sweetly, fingers sliding into my hair. “Dagger said the same thing right before he fucked me.”
Something hot and violent twists low in my chest instantly.
Fucking brat.
She feels the shift immediately too because her smile sharpens slightly while my hand tightens harder against her thigh.
“Are you trying to piss me off?” I ask quietly.
“Maybe.” Her eyes glitter up at me beneath the city lights. “Why? You afraid of a little competition?”
I stare at her for a long second. Then laugh dangerously once under my breath.
“You really wanna do this right now?”
Blair bites her lip faintly, still smug even pinned beneath me.
“Depends.” Her nails scrape lightly against the back of my neck. “You gonna let Dagger keep winning?”
That snaps the last thread of restraint clean in half.
I grab her jaw immediately, forcing her head back against the cushions while her breath catches sharply beneath me.
“Careful,” I murmur against her mouth. “You keep talking about him while you’re under me and this is gonna stop being nice.”
Instead of backing down, Blair’s thighs tighten around my hips.
Completely fucking fearless.
“You say that like it’s supposed to scare me.”
The jealousy between me and Dagger has always sat there ugly and festering beneath the surface, but now Blair’s using it intentionally. Feeding it. Watching it build.
And the worst part?
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“You wanna compare us that badly?” I mutter against her throat, dragging my mouth slowly along her pulse point. “Fine.”
Blair shivers beneath me.
Still smug though and pushing.
“Someones confident this morning,”
“I don’t need confidence.” My grip tightens slightly against her jaw. “You might’ve forgotten, But I didn’t. I know exactly how you sound when you fall apart for me.”
That finally wipes some of the teasing from her expression.
Good.
I kiss her harder after that.
Possessive.
Angry in that dangerous emotionally loaded way that has nothing to do with hate and everything to do with wanting too much.
Blair gasps softly into my mouth when I pin her hips harder into the couch cushions, completely taking control of the movement between us now.
No more teasing or pretending this is casual.
The apartment feels too small around us while rain and distant bass blur together outside.
“You think I forgot you?” I mutter against her lips. “Forgot what you taste like? Sound like?”
Her breathing turns uneven instantly.
I drag my hand slowly higher against her thigh beneath the shirt, watching every reaction carefully while her fingers tighten in my hair.
“Jesus Christ,” Blair breathes, equal parts shocked and turned on beneath me.
“What’s the matter, little addict?” I murmur darkly against her mouth. “Thought you wanted your memory refreshed.”
I drag my mouth down her throat slowly after that, teeth scraping lightly along her collarbone just hard enough to pull a sharp gasp from her lips.
Not pain. Just promise.
Her fingers thread tighter into my hair instantly, tugging while I kiss lower, slower, deliberately taking my time working my way across warm skin beneath the collar of my shirt hanging off her body.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” she breathes unevenly.
“Mmmm” I mutter against her skin. “Maybe, but we both know you like that,”
Blair laughs softly beneath me, breathless now, her thighs tightening around my hips when I bite gently at the base of her throat before soothing it with my mouth.
“You still thinking about him?” I murmur quietly against her collarbone.
Blair immediately smirks despite how wrecked she already looks.
“Little bit.”
Brat.I bite her again slightly harder this time, forcing a surprised sound from her lips while my hand grips her thigh tighter.
I laugh against her skin, then move lower. My hands find the hem of her panties, and I don't ask. I just pull. She lifts her hips to help, and they come off, tossed somewhere into the dark, soaked with her arousal, and I groan at the sight of her.
"Look at you," I murmur, my thumb pressing against her clit through the fabric. "Soaking wet already."
She bites her lip, refusing to answer.
I lean down, my breath hot against her pussy, and flatten my tongue, keeping my eyes on hers as I run it across her folds. She jerks, a sharp gasp escaping her, and I do it again, slower, savoring the taste of her.
"Fuck, Noir—"
"That's it," I say against her, my tongue dipping under the edge of the lace. "Say my name. I want to hear it."
But I don't give her what she wants. Not yet.
I pull back, sitting up just enough to look at her—spread out beneath me, hair wild, lips parted, chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
Fuck, I want to fucking ruin her.
"Turn around," I say.
She blinks. "What?"
"On your knees. Face the back of the couch."
For a second, I think she's going to argue. I see the smartass comment forming on her lips, the tilt of her jaw, the glint in her eye. But then something shifts. Her expression softens, just a fraction, and she does what I ask without a word.
She turns, braces her hands on the back of the couch, and presents herself to me.