Chapter 20 Summer
Chapter Twenty
SUMMER
I try to fight his grip, but he only tightens it. I'd be lying if I said the way he holds my neck doesn't turn me on.
He has all the power right now. His body is pressed against mine, every inch of it hard.
His breath ghosts across the back of my neck.
Heat curls low in my belly as I push back against him, trying to tease him a little.
I don't know how he found out I got out.
The guards working were the ones Aiden sent in. They started in the rotation two days ago, but today was the perfect chance to escape.
And now I'm screwed.
I should've gone to Aiden, but I just wanted a little bit of freedom before I was tossed in a different cage and locked up. Just a couple of hours of getting to feel like I'm in control of my own life and not just a passenger in it while other people are taking the lead.
Now here I am, pressed against the railing, looking down at what will be my death.
I swallow hard, the lust in my body starting to draw back just a little.
This is bad.
"I thought you said you weren't going to throw me off the side if we came here together."
"Didn't come here together, though, did we? Which means I could toss you over the side right now." His voice is husky as his other arm appears at my side, his hand grasping the railing.
"You're not going to be able to get me up that high."
He presses into me, the railing digging into my chest and hips. "You want to try me?"
My mouth goes dry as I give a slight shake of my head. It's all I can manage.
I miscalculated. I underestimated him just like everybody has always underestimated me.
He could toss me over the side. I've seen how strong he is. I could fight tooth and nail, but in the end, I'd still lose.
Fear builds deep in my chest, its grip like a vise around my lungs, squeezing tight until sucking in a breath is a struggle.
"You don't have to do this." I know it's cliché, but I have to say it.
I have to try to convince him that he shouldn't kill me, even though I don't have a better reason than that.
As much as I hate to admit it, I think there's a part of me that was hoping he'd hunt me down. I wanted him to chase me through the city and find me. I wanted to have his hands on me because I think feeling him might be the only time I feel alive these days.
His hand leaves the railing as he pulls me back up a little, his body still against mine. "I don't know why I should. I've been nicer to you than I should be, and this is how you repay me."
I fight past the lump in my throat and the way my racing heart makes it hard to breathe. "I thought there was something good between us."
If I have nothing left to lose, I may as well tell him what's going on in my head.
Noah chuckles, his grip loosening a little. "I don't know what you think we had, but I can tell you right now whatever you're doing is not going to work."
Before I can say anything else, he spins me around, his gaze locking on mine.
Despite the cold breeze as the sun starts to sink down over the city, there's heat flowing between the two of us.
His hand finds the front of my throat, fingers stroking along my pulse.
His face gets closer to mine. "I don't know what the fuck you've done to me."
My lips part on a gasp, but the second they do, his mouth is on mine.
The kiss is punishing and full of anger, his mouth slanting on mine as he pushes me backward.
The cement half wall and the railing dig into my hips, but it's the kind of delicious pain that only builds on the arousal pooling in my core.
At this rate, he's going to have to peel my panties away from me.
Noah's tongue flicks over my bottom lip before his teeth sink into it.
I moan into the kiss, my tongue tangling with his.
He groans, his cock pressing into me harder.
My fingers trail up his chest, sinking into his shirt and trying to haul him closer.
He breaks away from me, eyes wild, panting as he takes a deep breath. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"
"I don't know what I'm doing right now either." I slip my hands under his shirt, his muscles flexing under my hands.
"Fuck," he rasps, his lips finding mine again.
He kisses me just long enough to get me out of my leggings and panties, shoving them to the ground.
I lift myself up to perch on the half wall as he sinks down to his knees in front of me.
His hands skim up my thighs, fingers sinking into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
The metal railing presses into my back, a little thrill going through me at how high up we are.
Noah's fingers slide through my slick folds before his tongue follows. He sucks hard on my clit, dragging my legs over his shoulders.
Groaning, he buries his face deeper into my pussy, licking and sucking like he's dying of thirst.
I run my hands through the soft strands of his hair, pulling on it when he pushes two fingers into me.
"No touching." He stands up, my panties in hand.
His long fingers wrap around my wrists, and he hauls them high above my head. My heart skips a beat as he uses my panties to tie my hands above my head, the stretch painful and delicious at the same time.
My arousal is leaking out of me, dripping.
Noah pounds two fingers into me, hard, his lips trailing down my skin. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth as I writhe.
His fingers dive deeper, crooking against my inner walls and sending me over the edge.
His teeth sink into my skin again as I come.
I scream at the pain, waves of pleasure following as he laps away the sting with his tongue.
When he pulls his fingers out of my pussy, they're dripping with my cum. He holds them against my lips until I open my mouth.
I flick my tongue over his fingers, licking the cum from his skin, sucking away any trace of my taste.
His gaze flares with lust as he reaches for the fly on his jeans. He unzips them, pulling everything down enough to pull out his cock, palming it.
His hand slides up and down the length before he grabs my hips, crouching a little.
I moan as he drives deep into me, not even giving me a second to adjust to his size. Instead, he sets a punishing pace, pulling out and slamming into me over and over again.
My inner walls clamp down tight around him as I thrash against the railing.
I want to touch him. I want to feel the way he's moving beneath my hands.
As if he knows what's going through my mind, he gives a slight shake of his head.
He's not going to let me go. This is my punishment— not being able to touch him, not being able to have any sort of control.
He's letting me know he's the one who's going to be in charge of whatever this is between us.
And I let him.
I let him slam into me, my legs shaking, pussy gushing around him as I come again.
He keeps rocking his hips, burying himself to the hilt before pulling out.
Ropes of cum coat my chest and stomach, dripping down my breasts and stomach.
He stands back, admiring the mess he's made, his cock still hard.
I shouldn't like that I'm tied to the railing, covered in his cum, hoping this means he's going to drag me back home and teach me another lesson or two.
Noah reaches up and unties me before tucking himself away. He pulls me to my feet, grabbing my jaw in his hand and forcing me to look up at him. "I'm going to take you home, where you belong, and if you even think about leaving me again, it's going to be the last thing you ever do."
My tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip. "Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Try me and find out."
Noah wraps the fluffy towel around my body in a surprising show of gentleness. Though maybe it's due to the fact he's been giving me orgasm after orgasm since we got home.
I can barely hold myself up, and I know the moment I get into bed, I'm going to be there for a while.
I pad into the bedroom with him following behind. "For what it's worth, I don't know what I was going to do after I got up there. I just wanted to go and think."
He smirks and leans against the dresser. "You think I don't know that? If you were going to go home, your brothers wouldn't have held guns to my head after setting off a bomb at my casino, which I have to go deal with."
"They bombed you?"
I'm going to kill them both when I see them. I know they're just trying to help me, but innocent people had to have been hurt. There's no world in which those idiots even thought about the other casualties.
I sit down on the edge of the bed. "You're not going to lock me up, are you?"
"You going to tell me how you got out?" He moves to the door, the look on his face nothing but storm clouds.
Storm clouds and a faint bruise I didn't notice before. A split lip I didn't care about when his head was buried between my legs.
I get up and stop him. "Your hand is bleeding. Come on, let me patch this up before you leave."
He eyes me like he still doesn't trust me, and I can't say I blame him for that.
I haven't been on my best behavior lately, and it shows.
He's been nicer to me than I could've imagined, even if he is a pain in my ass.
Noah sits down on the edge of the bed while I go grab the first aid kit I found in the bathroom yesterday morning. It doesn't have anything sharper than a needle in it, but it's got everything I need to clean up the scabs on his hand and stitch up the deeper cuts.
We're silent as I work, and that's for the best. I'm sure we both have a lot to think about after today.
I know I do.
Something shifted when I was standing up there.
I was thinking about all the different ways my life could go and what I was going to do, and then I couldn't force myself to go back to my siblings. I thought about it, and then I thought about what would happen if I stayed.
About how it feels to have someone finally see me, even if I hate it at the same time.
How I know that even though he could kill me, it's worth taking the risk just to see a little more of what's beneath the surface.
He gets up once I'm done bandaging him. "Be ready on Friday. I'm taking you out."
He strides out of the room before I can say anything.
To my surprise, he leaves the door wide open.
He's choosing to trust me even after I ran away. He's not going to keep me locked up.
Well, at least not that much.
But there is a chance he could still kill me.
That might just be a risk I should take, though.
Being with him is like an addiction. I know it's bad for me. I know when the high wears off I'm going to be looking the devil in the eye.
And I know that I'm going to go back and do it all over again.