Chapter 25 #2
She couldn't form a response, just whimpered, her inner walls gripping me tight.
I seized her breast, guiding the taut nipple to graze the cold railing. "Like that? The freeze tormenting your sensitive tip while I fuck you raw?"
Her moans flowed endlessly, but the way she clenched around me revealed her delight. It fueled my excitement, my thrusts growing fiercer, slamming her against the barrier.
Noelle tossed out broken curses—"You bastard... so damn rough..."—the kind that teased and tempted, only heightening my arousal. I spanked her ass, the crack echoing in the night. "Louder, sweetheart. Let me hear you scream."
She clamped her teeth together, resisting. I pressed her forward, her entire chest flush against the railing, the cool metal abrading her nipples with every punishing drive.
At last, she shattered—piercing cries and moans erupting. "Okay, I love it! Please... Kholod, it's overwhelming!"
Only then did I relent, but not before the dress became a nuisance, bunching up and hindering my access. With a snarl, I gripped the fabric and ripped it savagely down the seam, tearing it apart to spread her legs wider, allowing me to bury myself even deeper.
Her body trembled with each brutal thrust, the bridge's lights casting flickering shadows over us as I claimed her utterly. The city stretched out below, indifferent, but this moment was ours—raw, vulnerable, entirely mine.
I kept the filthy whispers coming, reminding her she'd never invite another man's gaze. "Feel me stretching you? Every thick inch owning you. You're mine to fuck, mine to brand. Pull that stunt again, and I'll bend you over right in front of them—prove exactly who you belong to."
Noelle's retorts dissolved into panting pleas, her defiance crumbling under the onslaught of pleasure.
I clutched her hips, angling to strike that perfect spot, making her back bow and her cries intensify.
The railing's chill against her skin heightened it all, her nipples scraping the metal in sync with my rhythm, sending electric shivers through her that I could feel pulsing around me.
"You adore being my filthy little secret, don't you? Bent over here, stuffed full of my cock like the eager slut you are." I delivered another sharp smack to her ass, demanding more. "Scream my name, Noelle. Let the entire bridge know how desperately you crave this."
She tried to hold back, jaw tight, but I ground her harder against the rail, the unyielding friction on her peaks merciless. Her moans built to outright screams, her body spasming as she pleaded, "Yes, Kholod! I love it... don't stop!"
That capitulation sent me spiraling, but I prolonged it, relishing every plunge, every gasp.
The tattered dress dangled uselessly now, leaving her bare to the night breeze.
I savored her exposure, her heat clamping down with each lewd query.
"Still fantasizing about those stares? Or is my cock the only thing that gets you this wet?
" She couldn't speak, just nodded wildly, adrift in ecstasy.
I shifted tempos—slow, grinding depths to torment, then rapid, punishing slams—her curses morphing into affectionate taunts: "You animal.
.. give it to me harder..." It spurred me on.
Another firm spank to her flushing cheeks, and she yelped even louder, the noise blending with the far-off city drone.
Finally, as she quivered on the brink, I unleashed fully, propelling us both to climax. Her orgasm crashed first, her walls milking me in rhythmic waves, drawing out my own release amid her echoing screams across the bridge.
Once it was over, Noelle practically melted in my arms. The dress was in ruins, and she had no energy left for fighting or swearing. At last, she could actually hear me.
I slipped off my jacket and draped it around her, holding her snugly.
I recognized my loss of control. It happened every time with Noelle. In that game, she'd simply spotted the cheat with her keen eye and warned me—there was nothing wrong with that.
I replayed the evening in detail. Her gaze had stayed fixed on me, tracking every subtle shift in my expression. Only when I furrowed my brow did she turn to the table, then immediately signaled me.
She was looking out for me. That inner light wasn't performative; it was innate, radiant no matter how I tried to dim it.
Then Isabella's line resurfaced—"If I had half your smarts, all the guys here would be falling over me!" That had ignited my explosion. She delivered it with innocent flair, but if it wasn't deliberate, why had it provoked me so intensely?
Connecting it to my prior doubts about Isabella, my eyes narrowed. Tonight's true danger might not have been at the card table at all.
This so-called "savior" was far from straightforward.
"Noelle, I didn't mean..." I wanted to apologize for my heated outburst. But my pride sealed my lips.
"Fine, fine, I get it. Kholod, can we head back? I'm freezing." Noelle rolled her eyes.
"Right away." I lifted her carefully, carrying her to the car without a thought for my own state.
I bundled her in a blanket, activated the seat warmer, and secured her belt. Seeing her relaxed and content against the cushion eased me. I straightened myself, stowed the shredded dress, then settled into the driver's seat and steered us toward the manor.