Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
What? Seriously, what in the ever-loving fuck is going on? One moment I was ready for him to kiss me and the next, I wanted to punch him. Unadulterated hate oozes from me. “You sick bastard!”
I push him away from me, and he chuckles. Noah grabs my hair and brings me back to him. Noah forces me to look at him. Every time I close my eyes, he jerks my head until they pop back open. “You’ll see I’m not that heartless.”
Emotions that feel like knives whirling and cutting move through me. How could I be so damn na?ve? Everyone in my life always wants something from me. I think I’m angrier at myself for believing that Noah was one of the good guys.
“Fuck you!” I yell at him. He smirks at me and walks me into another room. His house is rustic, but it’s well lived in. Before this conversation, I would have said I felt like I was home. Now? Now I just feel cold and scared.
“When you calm down, we will talk, and I’ll get you something to eat. Until then, get comfortable.” He backs out of the room.
I notice there are no windows or a bathroom. There’s a large bed in the middle and that’s it. Does he sleep here?
This room is boring as hell. It’s been hours since he left me. At least it feels like it. I’ve searched every corner of this room. I even looked under the bed and between the pillows. There’s nothing in here to use as a weapon. I stew as I walk back and forth along the far wall.
I’m not a killer, but if I could make a rope with the sheets, I could try to choke him. Gagging at the thought, I know that’s not an option for me. Why does this bedroom have no closet? Where’s the television?
The door opens and I throw my shoes at him. One right after the other. He dodges them and looks at me with amusement.
“I see your time here hasn’t changed your attitude.”
Keeping my mouth shut, I cross my arms under my chest and think of every heinous way to hurt him.
Of course, I come up empty-handed because I don’t like the sight of blood.
I refuse to beg to be let go. The whole “please don’t do this” won’t work on Noah.
He’s made it obvious that he’s in charge, and I’m going to do what he wants.
The laughter almost bubbles up inside of me and spills out. Like hell will I go down and give up.
I refuse to roll over and play nice.
“It’s time for your first task.” I bristle at his words. He hasn’t locked the door. I wonder if I can make it past him. Before I move one step, Noah blocks my path.
“If you think I’m having sex with you, you’re crazy.” My back hits the wall as he pushes me against it.
“You think I want sex from you?” Noah looks pissed. Ouch, that’s an ego buster. Shut up, you don’t want him to want sex from you. My mind reminds me tartly.
Covering up my annoyance, I try to ask without bitterness lacing my tone. “No. What do you want?”
“Information,” he growls and his breath tickles my face.
What? I blink up at him, clearly confused. Noah’s hand comes to my hair and touches me gently. What’s going on?
“I don’t have any information.” God, why does his touch feel so good? He’s running his hand through my hair, and all I want to do is lean into him. This man affects me in ways I don’t understand.
“Oh ladybug, you do.” My eyes close at the way his words caress my nerves.
I’m starving for affection. Love, I need love.
Fear crawls through me. Oh God, the way he moves into me, crowding me against the icy wall, makes my breath hitch.
I forget everything but him. “You’re going to tell me why your mother doesn’t want you here. ”
Damn, he’s going for the jugular. “No.” It’s a simple word, but I use it in defiance. My chin juts upward, and I don’t say another word.
I watch the emotion play out on his handsome face.
Did I go too far? Is he really wanting to know what’s going on with me and my mother?
The voice in my brain tells me I’m wishfully thinking of something that’s never going to happen.
No one wants my side of the story. Fuck, no one wants me. They’ve never wanted me.
Noah’s fingers run through my satin hair, and I moan before I can stop it.
Not thinking, I place my hand on his chest. It’s to push him away.
It has to be. Yet, I run my shaking hand downward.
Peeking up at him, I see the desire in his eyes.
Quickly, I close my eyes. Again, it must be that hope inside of me that someone wants me for me.
His hand runs along my stomach, and my eyes pop wide open. I reach up with my mouth to touch his, wanting to feel his tongue dancing with mine. “Look at you, back arched, lips parted, and you’re mewling for me.”
Noah’s tone is dripping with lust. It mimics mine. I can no longer deny the hunger boiling within me.
“Please,” I plead. My hands are on his face now, trying to get him to lower his lips to mine. Noah’s are inching up my shirt and in the back of my mind, I know I should stop him. It feels too damn good to stop, though.
As Noah brushes the underside of my breasts, I reach for his lips again, but he pulls back. “Answer me and you can have what you so desperately are begging for.”
My nostrils flare out, and my eyes flash with annoyance. “Why do you want to know?”
I’m challenging him when all I want to do is give in. To trust that he is a better man than I’m thinking. My body shakes with a need so powerful, I am almost willing to tell him what he wants to know. He pulls back completely out of reach and smirks at me.
“You’re shivering with the need for an orgasm. I’m willing to give you all that you want, Othella. All you have to do is comply and give me answers.”
Instead of submitting, I arch my eyebrow at him and speed walk past him. It’s the embarrassment of knowing he can see my pleasure that unhinges me.