Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
NOAH
I don't know how I fucked up the date with Summer already, but she's looking at me like she's going to crack a wooden broom handle in half and ram the pointy part through my eye.
She doesn't understand, though. I have to keep her safe. She's the only thing in my life that makes sense right now, and if something were to happen to her, I don't know what I'd do.
Summer doesn't see that yet. She's going to, one of these days, but if I have to be the one to show her that, then I'll do it.
The last thing I want is for her to hate me, but if that's what it takes to keep Robert away from her, then that's what it takes.
I suck in a sharp breath, raking my hand through my hair. "People are going to hear you screaming and think that I'm in here trying to murder you or something."
"Wouldn't really be far from the fucking truth, now would it? Get away from me." She puts her hands on my chest and pushes me back a step.
I crowd her more, planting my hands on the wall on either side of her head.
"You're being irrational right now, and I don't have time to deal with this.
You don't have time to deal with it either, quite frankly, so I'm going to need you to calm the fuck down and maybe think about what it'd take to keep you safe. "
She barks out a bitter laugh and shakes her head, eyes flashing with anger. "I don't need you to keep me safe."
Leaning into her, my lips nearly brush against hers. "You think so?"
Her gaze darts to a sharp trowel sitting on one of the shelves, a little metal hand rake beside it. "I could kill you right now if I wanted to. It'd be so easy to swing that right into your stupid face and make you regret keeping me here."
I move back, dropping my arms. "You want to kill me so fucking bad? Go ahead and try it, but you're only going to get one chance."
Her hand twitches by her side, gaze darting to the side of the room and back to me.
It's not that I don't believe she wouldn't try to kill me. She's proven more than once that she's willing to try, but I don't think she could go through with it.
Summer isn't like the rest of her family. She's not trying to get out like Ellie was, but she's also not a bloodthirsty killer like Skyla.
Summer falls somewhere in the middle, wanting more out of her life, and with her chosen career, murder on her record isn't going to look good.
With her lips pressed into a thin line, she shakes her head, gaze dropping to the ground before it meets mine again. "I don't think it's worth it."
"You mean me."
There's a long pause before she nods. "Yes. You're not worth it."
She shuffles around me like she's going to leave.
I grab her by the wrist and pull her back to me before she can get to the door.
When a breathy sigh leaves her mouth, I crash my lips down onto hers.
For a moment, she doesn't respond. She's frozen beneath me, like she's not ready to give in.
My hands grip the sides of her hips, fingers sinking into her flesh as I pull her into me, needing something from her. Needing more than she's willing to give me.
And I guess that's part of the problem.
She doesn't want to want me. I can see the war going on in her head every time she looks at me.
Just when I'm about to give up, to take a step back and deal with the fact that I made this out to be more than it was in my own head, her lips part and her hands slide up my chest.
Her fingers knot in the fabric of my shirt, and she pulls me closer, her mouth slanting against mine.
I bite her bottom lip, drawing it between my teeth.
How the fuck did this day start so good just to end up like this?
I don't know, but I'll be damned if it keeps being a horrible day. Not when she's wearing a short black dress that shows off the curves of her body and the way her ass jiggles when she walks.
When I move my hands down to her ass, pulling her close to me, grinding my hardening cock into her body, she gasps.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair with one hand, I wrench her head back and deepen the kiss.
Her tongue tangles with mine, a breathy moan echoing in the space between us.
The scent of her perfume is intoxicating, but it's the scent of her arousal that drives me wild as I back her up against a wall and sink down to my knees in front of her.
Summer might not see it yet, but she's the only person in this world I'd allow to have power over me.
And if I'm being honest, I didn't have that power to begin with. Not from the first moment I kissed her or felt her tight little pussy around me.
Someone should study the hold she has over me. It has to be a drug.
Summer moans, her back arching, her hands running through my hair as I nip the inside of her thigh. "This doesn't change the fact that we're fighting right now."
I smirk, sucking on her thigh hard enough to leave a mark. By the time I'm done with her, there's going to be no question that she's mine, even if she wants to pretend she isn't.
Nipping at her skin, I kiss a little higher, fingers climbing to pull the slip of satin covering her pussy out of the way.
She pulls on my hair, trying to get me right where she wants me. "Don't be a tease. Not when I'm pissed off at you."
"I'll do what I fucking want, and you're going to take it like the good little slut we both know you are." I flick my tongue over her clit once before kissing my way down her other thigh and back up.
She squirms against my face, her arousal dripping down her thighs.
I lick it up, my tongue tracing patterns on her legs.
Summer rolls her hips, grinding down onto me like she's going to be able to take more than I want to give her.
This is going to be the lesson that teaches her who she belongs to, whether she likes it or not.
"Noah." She hooks one leg over my shoulder, her heel digging into my back and trying to pull me closer.
Instead, I pull back, standing up and grabbing her, spinning her around and pushing her chest against the wall.
Her hands splay against the brick, and her breathing hitches, lust shining in her eyes as she looks at me.
"I don't know what the fuck you—"
I clamp a hand over her mouth, dragging her head back until she's against my chest. "I'm going to have my way with you, and when I'm done, you're going to remember who the fuck you belong to.
You're going to be begging for me to keep you locked away just so you can have my cock whenever you want.
And if you're a good girl, I might just let that happen. "
She tries to mumble something against my hand—something insulting, I'm sure—but it's muffled.
Her tongue flicks across my palm, and when that doesn't work, she bites down.
I chuckle, forcing her mouth open and slipping my fingers inside her mouth. "You're going to stop being a little brat, and you're going to start sucking, just like you want to suck my cock."
Her teeth graze against my skin before her tongue slides over my fingers.
I press into her, my cock digging into her ass. I grind deeper into her, pressing her harder into the wall.
She lets out a deep moan, sucking my fingers deeper into her mouth, her tongue working them exactly like she works my cock.
"Fuck." I reach down with my other hand, slipping my hand between her legs, sliding it against her slick pussy.
Summer rocks into my touch, trying to grind down while she keeps sucking my fingers.
I dip two fingers into her pussy, her inner walls clenching around me as she cries out around my fingers.
"Good. Take it all. You're aching for me, aren't you, little slut?"
Her head rolls back on my chest, tears in her eyes as she takes my fingers as deep as she can into her mouth. When her cheeks hollow and she sucks hard, I slide out of her pussy and mouth.
She whimpers, pushing back against me until I take a step back, reaching for the zipper on her dress. "This still doesn't change anything. You're still a fucking asshole."
"Say that when you're coming on my cock." I shove the dress from her shoulders, aching to be buried in her.
"We're going to get caught."
"And you like the thought of that." I grab the sides of her thong and pull; the fabric rips, falling away from her body. "Turn around."
She hesitates for a moment before turning.
I pick her up, slamming her back into the wall, one hand behind her head to keep her from smashing it.
The brick grinding into my skin doesn't feel good, but she does, based on the way her pussy is already soaking wet and glistening, begging for me to bury myself in it.
I reach between us, unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock.
Summer looks down at it, her tongue flicking out to wet her bottom lip.
I lean in and kiss her, slipping my tongue along the path hers took until she parts her lips.
As she sighs into the kiss, her mouth opening a little more, I slam into her.
She arches off the wall, fingers digging into my shoulders.
I keep kissing her, each breath more and more ragged as I pull out and inch back into her.
Her inner walls squeeze tight around me, making my balls tighter.
I groan, breaking away from the kiss to rest my forehead against hers.
My fingers dig into her ass as I pump into her, burying myself deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Summer's pussy is hot and wet, wrapping around me like she was made for me.
I roll my hips, grinding into her.
"Yes!" She claws at my shoulders like she's trying to pull me impossibly closer.
Her legs tighten around me as the hand that's behind her head slips into her hair, pulling it back. "Yes, please, fuck me."
I trace my lips along her jaw and down to her pulse. "See how good you beg for me? You want me, even if you don't want to tell me that. You want me just as much as I want you, and the thought of being trapped with me makes you wet as hell."
Her pussy pulses around me, even as she shakes her head, trying to deny me.
"You're such a naughty little slut when you try to argue with me, even though we both know the truth. You want me. You want me to make you come. I make you feel like nobody else ever has, and you crave it."
"You're fucking worse than an addiction. I know you're going to kill me in the end."
I smirk against her skin, leaving my mark on the side of her neck. "I could fuck you to death if you like."
Summer rolls her hips as I still inside her, not giving her what she wants. Not until she tells me she wants me.
"I need you, Noah, please."
Somehow, that's better than want, and I lose all sense of control.
I pound into her, my cock aching, throbbing as her pussy clamps down tight around me, and she comes hard.
Groaning, I bury myself deeper into her, my head dropping to her shoulder.
I'm close, but maybe I should deny myself just this once. Figure out what life could look like if I can't keep her.
But then her pussy squeezes against me, her nails raking against the side of my throat.
"I want to feel you come."
"Such a naughty little slut, wanting my cum in her pussy. You want to walk around this park, dripping with my cum?"
Summer's eyes meet mine, clouded with lust as she nods.
I grab her hips with both hands, pulling her into me hard with each thrust.
Everything in me tenses before I come, spilling into her, my strokes slowing until I'm entirely spent.
When I pull out of her and set her on the ground, some of my cum runs down her legs. I sweep my fingers through the mess we've made, pumping my fingers into her, spreading our cum as she whimpers.
Once I'm satisfied, I hold my coated fingers to her lips, groaning while she sucks them clean.
After a couple of minutes, she pulls back and grabs her dress, pulling it on before smoothing her hands over her hair. She shoots me an icy glare, ripping open the door to the building and stepping out, waiting for me even though I can feel the heat of her rage simmering around me.
"Orgasms aren't going to make me forget the fact that you want to keep me like I'm some kind of pet."
I sigh and tuck myself away before following her out. "Summer."
"No. I don't want you to say something that's going to make me want to forget this conversation happened.
I want to know that if I'm willing to do something with you that's going to hurt my entire family, you're going to be there.
You're going to let me be my own person, and you're not going to try and keep me captive like I'm just something else you can control.
Aiden already does that shit to me, and I'm so fucking tired of it. "
"What more do you want from me?"
She throws her hands up in the air, the look on her face heartbreaking. "I don't know. Maybe something real to hold onto since everything about you is an elaborately concocted mask, so I have no clue what to trust."
Without another word, she turns from me like she's preparing to storm away, but I'm not going to let that happen. Not this time. She doesn't get to keep walking away from this just because she feels like I'm not giving her everything she needs.
She's so lost in everything she's known that she doesn't know what she needs.
I take her hand, turning her to face me fully, pulling her a little closer. "I need you to hear me when I tell you this."
"I'm listening."
"There's a world in which I'd step away from it all. I'd cut ties with the family, I'd move somewhere else in the country, and I'd start a life where I could be free to live as I want."
She pauses, her face softening, though the anger is still there, boiling just beneath the surface. "Then what's holding you back?"
"I don't know if it's going to be worth it in the end."
But I do know that losing her isn't an option anymore.
I'm going to do whatever it takes to hold onto her, even if it means slaughtering everyone I know just so they don't have the chance to take her from me.
She'll forgive me for it later. Maybe.
Or she could spend the rest of her life hating me, but she's worth everything.
I'd make her hate me to keep her safe.
Hell, I hate myself enough for the both of us, and I know there's no fixing that. Not even with her pretty smiles and the thought of giving up everything for her.