EIGHTEEN
“T hat was amusing,” Lyla says as she pushes herself off the wall with a glass of wine in her hands. “Seems like you’ve found your match.”
I give her a threatening look. “One more word from you and—”
“And what?” She grins. “I’m your only cousin who actually likes you. Tone it down.”
With a sigh, I roll my eyes at her and continue to scan Noelle’s movements. The plan was a success, as Lyla overheard quite a few people talking about what just happened. It reinforced the belief that the two families are at odds with each other and turned out to be better than expected.
“Is my role for the night done?”
I shake my head. “Not yet. I’ll do something very stupid and impulsive, and I need you to stand guard.”
“How is it impulsive if you already know you’ll do it?” Her eyes widen, a small smirk tugging on the corner of her lips. “Ah, you’re doing something irrational and want to blame it on an impulse? Got it.”
“Smartass.”
“You love me.” She sighs. “Fine. Where should I be, and when?”
“Ten minutes. You’ll guard the restroom and make sure no one enters, got it?”
She nods.
I pull out a gun from the waistband of my pants, and she takes it without hesitation. “You know what to do.”
“Of course. I’m a De Santis, too.”
My attention is back on Noelle. Her shoulders are tense, and all I can see is that terrible, fake smile she has on her face. She doesn’t even glance at me, but she knows I’m staring.
Everyone else can feel the rage inside of me.
I’m not sure why I’m pissed.
She might’ve taken it too far, but not only is that expected of Noelle Campbell, it’s also what ensured the plan was a success. Yet, it bothered me. The smug look on her face, the daunting grin, and the way she looked down on me.
All of it infuriated me.
And I’m not the one to let anyone have the last laugh.
I’m not sure how I’ll make my point across, either. I have too many options, and too little time to execute all of them.
Then, Noelle leaves her empty glass on the first table she sees and strolls toward the women’s restroom. I glanced at Lyla, who immediately understands her assignment and leaves, allowing me a moment to compose myself.
Two women leave the area, and Lyla whispers, “She’s alone.”
With that, I push the door open and slam it behind me.
Surprised, Noelle turns around, but she’s too slow. Probably because she didn’t expect me to jump her in the women’s restroom.
Swiftly, I have her pinned against the wall, my hand wrapped around her throat. I slam her, enough to shake her but not cause any pain. Her eyes quickly narrow, and she sneers.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, bastard? Let me go.”
I squeeze her tighter, and she chokes.
“Where did that bravery and arrogance go? You truly don’t think you’ll ever deal with the consequences of your actions, do you?”
“It was our plan, moron. Was I supposed to baby you?”
“No, I suppose not.”
“Hudson, your… hand.”
She barely chokes out the words. Her cheeks flush, the pink shade covering half of her face. Her eyes are glossy, and her bottom lip trembles.
“What about it?”
She squeezes her eyes shut.
“Your… other hand.”
I freeze.
It’s only now that I realize that while my right hand is wrapped around her throat, ready to snap it, my other one is just above her thigh, right where the slit of her dress ends.
My blood boils, heat rushing down to my cock, and I’m barely able to contain and restrain myself. Slowly, with a tilt of my head, I grin. My hand moves up, and I need to fucking close my eyes.
“How naughty,” I grumble. “No underwear?”
She turns her head to the side, embarrassed that I caught her. Her hands are free, yet she makes no attempt to push me off or remove my hand from her thigh. Goosebumps appear where my fingers start tracing patterns, and she refuses to look at me.
I release her throat and grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“What’s wrong?” I inch closer, whispering. “Are you mad that I discovered just how big of a tease you are?”
Her eyes widen. “What? N-no!”
I’m left in disbelief. For the first time, probably in her entire life, Noelle Campbell stuttered. Her words are barely audible, her lips parted slightly, and she’s still not moving. If she wanted, she would have thrown me off of her with ease.
Carefully, I move my hand up to her inner thigh. Pathetically, she squeezes her legs together, as if to prevent me from going further up.
“Hudson,” my name rolls off her tongue like the most poisonous, most divine plea. My cock rises from the dead at the sound of my name coming out of her pretty mouth.
“Yes, Noelle?”
I don’t even reach her pussy before I pause. She’s drenched beyond belief, her arousal coating my fingers.
My heart all but fucking explodes.
I slam my head against hers on the wall, breathing heavily. Everything makes it harder to breathe, from the fucking tie around my neck to the scent of cherries coming from her hair.
“This… it’s a very dangerous game. Don’t cross the line.”
I chuckle and plant a soft kiss on her neck. She slumps, her knees giving out. I’m quick to straighten her up with my free hand, holding her in place, caging her between my body and the wall.
“Are you telling that to me or yourself?”
I don’t wait for a response. Instead, I trace around her clit, and she starts breathing heavily. She’s trying her best not to release any sounds, but her body betrays her, and a moan fills my ear.
“How could I not cross the line when you’re moaning for me, Noelle?”
She grabs my shoulders and for a moment, I think she’s ready to push me off and finish this game before it truly begins. But she only uses my shoulders to support her weight, slowly spreading her legs for me.
“I hate you,” she whispers, and I’m sure she believes it.
“Yeah?” I nibble on her ear, watching her head slump further into the wall. “Good. Then remember how it feels to be soaking wet for the man you hate.”
Without a warning, I plunge two of my fingers inside of her as a little revenge for the time when she did the same for my wound. She screams, and I cover her mouth with my hand.
“Careful, baby.” She shivers. “If anyone hears, it will end too soon.”
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and my cock throbs. Her walls close on me, and it’s almost too difficult for me to move, given the position. But she parts her legs a little further and gives me complete access.
“You fucking bastard,” she hisses, but it’s barely audible. I chuckle against her skin, biting on her collarbone and leaving my teeth as a territorial mark. She shudders and clutches my shoulders.
I move my fingers at a fast pace, making distance between our faces. Watching her hatred-filled eyes makes me want to fuck her until all she can remember is my name. But I can’t do that just yet.
I feel her slowly reaching the high she’s chasing, and I can’t help but chuckle. She looks helpless, aroused, and so fucking pretty. Tears roll down her cheeks, and all I want to do is see her cry more.
“You talk about crossing the line.” I slowly lick the salty tears, barely holding myself together. “But how can I not cross the line when you’re about to come for me, baby? How can I not enjoy your tears? How can I not want to fuck you until you can’t walk or think straight?”
“I hate you so fucking much.”
I chuckle. “Come for me, Noelle. Let me taste your sweet hatred.”
Noelle’s eyes roll to the back of her head, and she moans loudly. She comes on my fingers, hard and quick, her entire body trembling from ecstasy.
I remove my fingers, coated with her juices, and push them in her mouth, watching as she sucks them off. She’s staring at me, almost crying, with a gaze that is nothing short of menacing.
“What a good girl you are, Noelle.” I chuckle and remove my fingers from her mouth and unbuckle my pants.
“Wait, wait.” Panic settles in her eyes. “What are you doing?”
I pull my hard cock and stroke it. Her eyes are wide, and I can’t help but smirk.
“Not so little anymore, huh?”
A nervous laugh slips her lips. “That was just…”
“Just what?” I grab her hips and raise her, holding her against the wall. Her dress moves perfectly and gives me clear access to her pussy. “You didn’t think you’d ever get to see it, huh?”
She bites her bottom lip, and I position the tip of my cock at her entrance. It’s already dripping with precum, and she swallows back a moan. Her hands are on my shoulders, slightly trembling.
“Hudson,” she all but begs. “This isn’t right.”
“Many things in this world aren’t right, Noelle.”
She shudders, and I grin.
Little miss perfect is nothing more than a broken doll under me. She can’t resist me, but it doesn’t stop her from trying. I push my hips, only inserting the tip, and she whimpers.
That sound.
That fucking sound makes my mind go blank, as if an animal was unleashed inside of me. Without a warning, I push inside of her in a long, quick thrust, and she moans in my ear.
“Wait, Hudson,” she tries to reason. “You didn’t put on a condom.”
I grin, nibbling on her exposed skin in the place where her shoulder and neck meet, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses.
“Hmm? What’s wrong, Noelle? Can’t handle it?”
“I could get pregnant.”
My cock twitches inside of her, all reason leaving my mind. My body moves on its own, thrusting wildly and reaching the deepest parts of her.
“Wouldn’t that be poetic? Having the baby of the man you loathe so much.”
“Hudson,” she moans, clenching her walls around me.
She’s too fucking perfect. The warmth of her body, the sour scent that fills all of my senses, and the way she gives me access to her sweet cunt. The rougher I am on her, the more she whimpers and trembles.
I grab her hips and squeeze them, pushing her lower onto me
“What’s wrong, Noelle? You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“Never.” A moan betrays her, and I chuckle.
“Really? Okay, then.”
I pause and her eyes widen.
“Don’t you dare stop, you fucking bastard. I was close.”
“You want to come again this quickly? How greedy of you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Your foul mouth is starting to irritate me, Noelle. Be careful.”
“Or what?”
A vein pops on my neck, and I slam into her and grab her throat. I squeeze it until I cut off her oxygen, watching as her eyes go red in pleasure. She loves it, and she’s no longer too shy to show it.
“You know what this means, Noelle?”
She gasps for air, and I give it to her, but still hold her firmly. I lean in and whisper in her ear.
“It means that you got fucked by the man you hate the most in this world. And you want me to make you come, too? If I knew you’d be this good for me, I would’ve fucked you a long time ago.”
“I’ll fucking kill you.”
“But after I make you come?”
She doesn’t offer me a response. Instead, she forces her lips on mine, and I’m gone. This exhilarating feeling spreads through my body, her sweet tongue sending me into oblivion.
I almost forget where we are and who we are. Her kiss is too rough, and she’s trying to show me that she’s in charge—so I let her. I allow her to show the non-existent dominance and watch as she relaxes, pleased with herself.
“Now, do it right, you bastard.”
I chuckle at her words and roughly thrust inside of her. Her eyes slowly close, mouth parted ever so slightly as I continue to fuck her like a starved man, and she’s my only source of food.
“Hudson,” she moans, sending a wave of chills down my spine.
The way she begs wakes something inside of me. Something I’ve never felt before. My heart picks up the pace, and a growl slips out of my mouth. Noelle shakes in my arms, and it’s the most delightful sensation.
I’m itching to take her home with me and fuck her until the early hours of the morning. But I can’t do that. No matter how desirable Noelle is, and no matter how much I love the feeling of her cunt wrapped around me, this shouldn’t have happened.
This will never happen again.
It can’t happen again.
So for now, I force the greedy monster inside of me to lay low and enjoy her tender whimpers that bring the most violent person out of me. I can’t get enough of her silky skin, her rough touches when she digs her nails into my shoulders.
Her lips are enough to get me addicted for life, an addiction I’d never want to get rid of. She’s the most dangerous woman I’ve ever encountered, and each encounter makes my head spin.
“Are you ready, Noelle?”
She sneers at me but with a single thrust, she clamps her mouth shut. Slowly, she brings her head to the crook of my neck and bites down hard. I hiss in pain, feeling blood dribble down my body to coat my black shirt.
She’s sucking on the spot, licking and then groaning as my blood fills her mouth. She makes distance between us and grins.
My blood looks so fucking perfect on her.
Her lips are coated in the crimson shade, and a small droplet is on the corner of her lip. The lustful gaze sends me into overdrive, and I can’t hold back anymore. Her hips are bound to be bruised from the way I’ve been gripping her.
“Wait, pull out,” she moans out, and I place my lips on hers.
“Do you really want me to?”
Noelle remains silent. I feel her clenching down on me, her eyes filled with ecstasy, glossy and staring right at me. Her bottom lip quivers, and her breathing gets uneven.
The look of horror flashes behind her eyes and it’s enough to push me off the edge.
“Look at me, Noelle.”
Immediately, her eyes meet mine. A grin tugs on the corner of my mouth at how obedient she can be.
“You’ll be a good girl for me and keep your eyes open. I want you to look at me while I fill your cunt with my cum.”
She lets out a soft cry and nods her head. She’s weak, vulnerable, and so fucking pretty underneath me.
“And if you happen to get pregnant, well…” Her eyes slightly widen. She already forgot about the possibility, and it makes me smirk. “Then you’ll know exactly who used you as a little breeding toy.”
She swallows harshly.
“Shut up.” It’s all she can mutter, her voice weak and pathetic. “Just make me come already.”
I can’t help but laugh at her begging tone. It’s like a lullaby to my ears.
“I never pegged you as the begging type, but I can’t say I hate it.”
It’s enough teasing. Just like Noelle is chasing the high, I’m also unable to continue this little charade. I pick up the pace, giving her long strokes that always touch her sweet spot. Her little moans fill the bathroom, and I nearly forget where we are and the fact that anyone could come in at any given moment.
I hate the thought of anyone else seeing Noelle in such a pitiful state. It’s meant for my eyes and my eyes only. Lord knows what I’d do to the person who would see her.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper against her collarbone, kissing and nibbling on it. “Come for me, Noelle, and watch as I fill you up entirely.”
It seems to do the trick. She’s staring at me, tears rolling down her cheeks as the loudest scream pierces through her throat, hoarse and compelling. She doesn’t dare to look away, staring at me intently.
The moment she comes all over me, I groan and let it all out. I stay deeply inside of her until every last drop of my cum is in her womb, coating her inner walls.
I’m panting as she slowly stops trembling.
All that can be heard is the faint sound of music from the venue and our heavy breathing. I’m still holding her up, trying to catch my breath.
Noelle immediately looks away but doesn’t complain or say a damn word. Her silence is excruciating, but I know already that it’s the way it’s supposed to be.
“Noelle—”
I’m cut off by the abrupt sound of the door opening. I pull out of Noelle and zip myself up without looking to see who is behind me. However, Noelle’s face has gone pale. She’s barely breathing and struggling to hold herself up.
I turn around, baffled.
The man who is supposed to be locked up in my basement, chained to the walls and starved to near-death, is standing in front of me. He’s dressed to perfection, as if he hasn’t spent weeks rotting away.
“What a pleasant sight.” Dylan offers a grin. “The man who had me locked up in his basement, balls deep in my fiancé. Isn’t that… poetic?”
I clench my jaw and try to ignore the look of pure shock that Noelle has on her face.
Her head snaps in my direction, shooting daggers at me as she fixes herself up.
“Hudson,” she warns. “What the fuck did you do?”