Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
NOAH
Icarefully lifted her from the floor, supporting her waist with my arm. Vice took the blade off her.
“Are you okay?” I asked her, smoothing her hair from her face, and wiping the tears from her cheeks. I hated seeing her so terrified. I’d blacked out until I heard her voice, and I had him up against the wall, cutting off his oxygen.
“My ankle hurts, I think I twisted it.”
“That’s not what I mean, Van,” I told her, looking down into her glossy eyes. It pained me to see her like this. She was strong, powerful, and that fucker had rendered her terrified. And I hadn’t been here.
“I think so.”
That was enough.
She held onto my cut tightly, as if she was scared if she let go I would disappear. There was no way that was ever going to happen.
I tipped her head back, my finger hooked under her chin. Her eyes looked into mine, and I showed her just how fucking much she meant to me. Vanna closed the distance, her hand unhooking from my cut and wrapping around my neck, lowering my head to hers.
Her lips were salty from her tears, but as she kissed me, slowly and softly, I felt everything in my chest pull tight. I would do fucking anything for this girl.
Anything.
“Uh…I’m still here.”
I smirked against Vanna’s lips. She was the one to pull away first, turning her head to the side to speak to her brother.
“You better go, brother, unless you want to hear just how happy I am to see Noah.”
“Jesus,” Vice grunted, turning his head away from us. “I’ll send a cleaner to take care of this.”
He waved his hand about at the body currently staining the floorboards.
“Give us an hour,” I said to him, pulling her body closer.
“Make it two,” she replied to which I chuckled into her hair. Vice was heading for the door, muttering lowly so we couldn’t make it out, before I laughed out loud when he slammed the door so hard, the table next to it rattled.
I bent and picked her up from the back of her thighs, so she could wrap her legs around me, before I headed down the hallway, careful not to slip on the pool of blood currently cooling on the floor, and down toward the bathroom.
Carefully, like she was the most treasured thing to me, because she was, I set her down on vanity, while I turned on the shower.
Letting that heat up, I turned back to her, and carefully removed her clothing from her, weaving a trail of kisses down her jaw, and over her collarbone.
Vanna shivered in my arms, the adrenaline wearing off and being replaced by the shock of what she’d gone through.
I held her tight, needing her to know she was safe.
She was mine.
Nothing would touch her again.
I’d never fail again.
When she was free of her clothes, I removed mine and pulled her up against my body, before stepping under the spray of water. I took my time washing her, wrapping my arm around her waist and holding her close, kissing up and down her jaw.
I could have lost her.
The thought alone was terrifying.
She held onto me as I washed her, rubbing the gel over her soft skin and watching it foam over her. The water was turning pink from the blood washing away. My eyes were looking over her for any injury but there was none visible.
They were all inside.
Vanna turned in my arms, her eyes seeking mine. Her hand came up to my jaw, and she rubbed over my jaw, over my stubble, and down to my neck. She was washing me of the blood, but I could see the reverence in her eyes as she washed away my sins.
It wouldn’t the last time she did it.
I’d come home and be bloody, and she would shower with me, and wash away the blood, and still I knew she would love me.
“Do you look at me differently now?” she asked me, her voice almost a whisper.
“Why would I?”
“You watched me take his life, like it meant nothing to me.”
“No,” I replied. “You took the life of someone who would do you harm, Van. You survived. If anything I loved to see you in that element, reclaiming your power. It made me think something else entirely.”
Her eyes, soft and pleading with sincerity, looked up at me, “What did you think?”
I smoothed her wet hair back, away from her neck, as I looked over the soft plains of her face, over the ink on her skin. Each artwork meant something to her and I couldn’t wait to find out what they all meant to her.
“How perfect you were for me.”
Her smile was sweet, slight but there, as relief swam in her eyes.
“I love you, Vanna. Nothing is ever going to stop me from feeling that for you.”
“Oh yeah?” she said with a smirk. Her arms winding around my neck. “Prove it.”
I slammed my lips to hers, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around my waist. Swallowing her sweet moans, I pushed her up against the cold tiles of the shower stall. She gasped into my mouth, before I moved my hand between us, and lined myself up to her entrance.
Without hesitating, I pushed into her. The delicious tightness wrapped around me tightly as I pushed into her, slowly, feeling every fucking inch disappear into her tight heat.
Vanna’s nails dug into my shoulders as I deepened the kiss, swallowing her moans of pleasure, as I sunk into her.
Fucking. Perfect.
I hated that I’d wasted so many years pushing her away, telling myself I wasn’t enough for her, that she could do better than me.
I’d forgotten the most important thing, and that was that I was one of the most selfish bastards around.
Vanna was mine.
Always was.
Always will be.
VANNA
The way he fucked me against the shower wall was next to godliness. I relished every thrust, every grunt and groan, every kiss.
I had imagined what it would be like to be with Devil. For years, I’d fantasised about it, but it was nothing like the real thing.
There was no way of describing the feeling of being so thoroughly fucked, desired, wanted like there was with Devil. He made me feel seen.
Cherished.
Like I was the perfect puzzle piece to his weird and crooked life.
Devil’s hips grazed over my clit, and sent my body into a frenzy. I bucked against him, wildly, wantonly, needing to reach my climax. His mouth was on my neck, his stubble rubbing against the skin of my collarbone and overwhelming me with sensation.
Fuck.
I cried out, my nails tightening into his shoulders as I held on, my hips moving as my release hit me hard and fast.
“Fuck, Van,” Devil grunted as he pounded into me, harder and faster, his cock thick and heavy on every thrust.
His lips found mine, deep and starving for me, as I felt him slam into me, before he came hard. A strangled sound erupting from his lips as he held me there, trapped between him and the wall, his breathing laboured.
I could handle being Devil’s. I think I could definitely get used to the love and affection he doled out. And if that meant I was thrown against a shower wall from time to time, I didn’t think I’d mind at all.