Chapter Heirloom #2
“It was fucking risky. Especially right now,” I say.
“You sound like you might be a little bit jealous,” he parries back. I glare at him, my cheeks heating, and the cocky expression he gives me only brightens. “I thought we established that I like it when you’re jealous.”
Normally, I would stand my ground with Nolan, even as he creeps a step closer with murderous intensity written into his features. But this time, I take a step back. As soon as I do, a ravenous spark ignites in his eyes. “You could have been hurt. You could have been seen.”
Nolan’s head tilts, his brow furrowing, though his smile remains. “I thought you would be happy about this. You’re usually the impetuous one—I thought you’d like that you’re wearing off on me.”
“I’m the impetuous one?” I take another step back, and Nolan matches it. “How’d killing Jake Hornell go, by the way? Something makes me think you didn’t spend hours planning that one out.”
Nolan grins, as though the mention of Jake’s murder brings back a pleasant memory. “You’re right, I didn’t. And it was deeply satisfying.”
I step back into the shadows, and still Nolan follows, an echo to my every move.
I can’t say I feel remorse for the murders I’ve committed, not when they seemed so just. So deserved.
But the way Nolan looks at me now, I think he’s exhilarated by it.
That he thrives on it. That he feeds off a fear he senses in me.
And the realization cuts through me like a blade—that maybe it’s not only justice or revenge he’s after.
Maybe he needs to satiate a craving that only grows with every kill.
And I’m not sure what it says about me that I find it not just frightening, but compelling.
Nolan’s smile has dissolved, leaving only heat and want and hunger behind as I back into a counter against the wall.
He grips onto the wooden edge, caging me in.
“If the chance to keep them away from you is right there in front of me, I’m going to fucking take it, Harper. I’ll gladly break every rule to do it.”
Nolan’s gaze settles on my lips as they part on an unsteady breath. It’s the first time I’ve truly understood the lengths he would go to for me, if I asked him to. Or even if I didn’t. He’d hunt anyone. Kill anyone. Torture anyone. And he would enjoy it.
“You need to fuck me right this minute before I deck you and run for my life,” I say, my voice breathless.
Nolan’s hands find my wrists, gripping them tightly.
His unwavering focus, his dark amusement, those cocky fucking dimples—I’m consumed by him, and he knows it.
“It’s cute that you think you could get away.
” He leans closer, until his lips trail a path up the length of my neck.
Not a kiss, but a long, slow caress that sends a shiver up my spine.
“Maybe I’ll let you run someday,” he whispers in my ear, “just so I can chase you down.”
His hand leaves my wrist, his fingertips lightly grazing my thigh, coasting over my hip to find their way under my shirt.
His featherlight touch tickles along the waistband of my shorts, skirting up my abdomen and tracing along the underside of my bra.
He pulls the cup down and circles my nipple, sending a burst of need rippling through my core.
“I’m not sure why you’re still wearing clothes if you’re so desperate to be fucked,” he says as his touch passes over the titanium bar through the peaked bud.
“Then maybe you should take them off for me. Or is that beneath you now that you’ve killed a man who might not have deserved it?”
My sharp tongue earns me an even sharper bite to the roaring pulse in my neck. “I like your shorter hair. Easier access,” Nolan whispers, soothing the bite with a kiss. “But I’m going to fuck you until the only thing that smart mouth of yours can say is my name.”
In a swift motion, he tugs my shirt over my head.
Another breath later, my bra falls to the floor.
I kick off my shoes just before Nolan lifts me from the counter, setting me down only long enough to pull off my shorts and panties, and then he plunks me back in place, my ass at the edge of the wooden ledge and my legs spread wide.
The evidence of my desire is written on every inch of my skin—my glistening pussy, my peaked nipples.
The gooseflesh that rises on my arms, the pulse thrumming in my neck.
I couldn’t hide my desperate need for Nolan even if I wanted to.
Nolan reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt off, tossing it into the shadows. He loosens his belt. Unbuttons his pants. Pulls his jeans and briefs down. He spits in his hand and pumps his cock with long, slow strokes. “Are you afraid of me?”
Am I? I’m not sure that question is so easy to answer.
I was when he first came to Cape Carnage.
But there’s something about the danger lurking in him that calls to the darkness buried in me.
Fear and desire have always been intertwined when it comes to Nolan.
And it’s not physical pain I fear. He knows exactly how to deliver what I crave and where those limits are.
It’s how he could break my soul into irreparable pieces, ones that the sticky tar of violence and revenge could never put back together. That is what terrifies me about Nolan Rhodes.
“Maybe I’m afraid of you in the ways that matter,” I finally confess.
“But you like a little fear, don’t you? A little pain.
” He notches the crown of his cock to my entrance and toys with one of my nipple piercings, pulling on it just enough for a heightened burst of tenderness as he pushes into my pussy.
“I swear you grip me tighter when you’re afraid and when I hurt you. ”
“And I swear your cock gets harder when you do,” I say on the heels of a moan. Nolan’s lopsided smile darkens with a wicked edge. His fingertips dig into my thighs and force them wider to the sound of my desperate gasp.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Look down.” I do as he says.
His cock is not yet halfway sheathed by my pussy.
And then he pulls out all the way, the smooth pink skin of his erection coated with my arousal.
I’m riveted as he pushes back in, taking his time to go deeper.
“You were made for me, Harper. Just like I was made for you. Look at how perfectly you take me.”
My flesh feels molten, tingling with electricity. We both watch as he grips my thighs and keeps them spread wide, then slowly glides in as far as I can take him. Each thrust is agonizingly slow. Every touch makes me crave more.
“I want to fill every bit of you,” Nolan says, his voice as rich as warm caramel.
His hand leaves my leg to slip through my arousal and then trace a line across my lips.
He pushes his fingers into my mouth in a way that claims. “Fucking fill that pretty mouth until you choke.” I suck on his fingers as he pulls them free.
His touch trails down the center of my body, pausing to circle one of the bars through my nipples before dragging his fingertips down until he’s swirling over my clit.
“Fill this beautiful pussy until you’re screaming my name.
” With a firmer swirl over my clit as I moan, his touch trails past my entrance where his cock slowly glides within me to gently press against the pleated rim of my ass.
“Fill this tight hole until it’s dripping with my cum. ”
A trembling breath leaves my lungs as he teases the entrance, pressing without pushing in. “I’ve never done that before,” I confess.
Nolan’s eyes snap to mine and the perfect rhythm of his thrusts briefly stutters. The hunger in his eyes is absolute. He tries to swallow it down, and then says, “Would you want to try someday?”
I nod. I want to try everything with him. I want to see how much I can take. To push every limit and go beyond them, and then find new ones to break through.
His finger pauses at my hole with steady pressure. I give him another nod, and a breath later, he slips it inside. It’s a foreign sensation. But I like it. And as he resumes a cadence of deep thrusts, working his finger gently to the same rhythm, I already know I want more.
“We’ll prepare you. Make sure you can take me,” he says as he fits a second finger inside.
I tilt my head back and press my eyes closed, gripping his shoulder to steady myself on the edge of the counter and moving my free hand to my clit.
“And then I’m going to ravage every inch of you until you’re mine, including that tight little ass.
Now look down and don’t close your eyes. ”
Fuck I love it when he bosses me around. Sometimes, I want to rebel. Other times, I want to obey. And I can tell he loves both, but nothing gives him more satisfaction than when he feels like he earns my submission.
“Make me come once first and maybe I’ll consider it for the second time,” I say as I tilt my head back against the wall and let my eyes drift closed.
The growl that fills the room makes me grin. I gasp when his mouth encircles my nipple and he teases the metal bar with his tongue. It’s still a little sensitive, a hint painful. And I fucking love it.
“Such a fucking brat,” he whispers against my skin. His tongue makes a long, slow sweep across my chest, and then he’s teasing the bar through the other nipple. “Do you think you deserve to come twice?”
“Consider it your penance for the murder and having all that fun without me,” I reply as I rake my hand through his hair and grip the back of his head, holding him down on my breast. He growls his approval into my flesh.
He fucks me harder. Pistons his fingers.
The orgasm is creeping closer, my restraint fraying as I try to hold on to the mounting pleasure. “And stop trying to make me jealous.”