Chapter 21
I barely make it to the hut without tripping over my own worn, clumsy feet. Throwing my body against the old wooden door, I open the moldy, run-down place. The stench of moist, rotting wood fills my nostrils, and my lungs burn with each breath I take. Shutting the door behind me, I take a quick look around the hut. The small room holds a tiny wooden kitchen, a table with two chairs, a bed on the opposite side of the room, a dresser, and a sturdy little cupboard. With my last remaining strength, I push this cupboard in front of the door, blocking off the entrance.
I take a deep breath and exhale with a heavy sigh. Raising my hands, I comb the damp strands of hair clinging to my forehead away from my face. I hurry to the other end of the hut, where a narrow back door offers another exit, and force it open, hoping that if he finds this place, it will confuse him.
Choosing to hide, I press myself against the cold, damp wooden wall next to the dresser, the back door covering the small opening to perfection. Allowing myself a moment, I close my eyes and let my body relax. Everything hurts. I long for relief, a warm shower, a cozy bed, and safety.
At the sound of a powerful kick against the front door, I jump, the feet of the cabinet scraping against the rough wooden floor as he tries to force his way in.
”Damn it,” he curses, followed by a loud and dangerous crash.
My breath catches in my throat as he enters the hut. I can feel the vibration of his heavy footsteps against my bare feet through the wooden floorboards. My heart hammers against my ribcage, ready to burst out of my chest. I hold the pistol raised in front of me, ready to shoot. Since I can’t see him, I listen to his movements, each step hinting at the direction he is walking. When his steps reach the narrow back door, I press myself closer to the wall, hoping he will leave.
But he doesn”t. He turns and walks back into the hut. Pushing at the door to catch a glimpse of him, the hinges squeak, and he turns. I force myself out of hiding and point my pistol at his forehead.
”Don”t move,” I say in a threatening tone. ”Drop your pistol.”
He does exactly what I told him to do. He lets go of the firearm and raises his hands in submission. A devilish grin forms on his face as he leans his head against the barrel.
”Good job,” he says in a raspy voice. My palms are sweaty around the handle, but I keep a firm grip on the pistol. I glance at his shoulder, which is dripping with blood from the graze shot. Like a punch in the gut, my stomach drops with frustration at my failed attempt.
”Why are you still standing? ” I ask.
”Aw, are you worried? Or are you asking because you coated the bullets with poison?” My eyes widen in horror. There is no way he could have known that I had done that. ”You got me good, baby.” A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. The vibration of his voice travels through the pistol pressed to his forehead and ripples through my body. ”But I came prepared.” He nods towards one of the pockets on his vest. ”Don”t be scared. Have a look at what”s in there.”
”Shut up,” I warn him. With the pistol to his head, I take a step closer and, with shaking fingers, reach into his pocket, pulling out a tiny ziplock bag of pills.
”It”s an antitoxin,” he says, and I look back at him. His eyes are glued to me, like a predator studying its prey, preparing itself to pounce.
”How did you get that?” I fist the pills in my free hand and furrow my eyebrows. My heart stutters with anger.
”Had it made after snatching a vial of your poison from your apartment. I like to be prepared for everything.” I”m at a loss for words. No matter what I could have tried, he would have always been one step ahead of me. ”Shoot me,” he says, snapping me out of my trance. At his request, my eyes widen. When I meet his gaze, I find no sign of fear in his bright green eyes. ”Come on, be a good girl and kill me. I know you want to.” He encourages, putting more pressure on the barrel, forcing me to take a step back. ”Make me proud.” He stares at me, his eyes blown wide. The only source of light is the moon shining through the small window by the bed, casting a subtle white glow on us.
Why am I hesitating? This is my last chance. I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see the result of the shot when his brain splatters everywhere. Holding my breath, I move my finger to the trigger. But the shot never goes off. Instead, my arm gets yanked outwards, and he grabs the pistol from me. I snap my eyes open and react as quickly as I can, trying to dodge his next swing and try to make a run for the door, but he is faster. His long fingers wrap around my neck, slamming my body against the wall. I squeeze my eyes shut as a painful scream squeezes the air out of my lungs.
When I open my eyes, he is right in front of me, his grip on my neck tight, his whole body weight pressing down on me, trapping me against the cold wall, with no room to escape. I watch him as he brings his second pistol up to my temple. My heartbeat quickens, hammering against the insides of my chest as the cold metal presses against my skin. My eyes lock with his, forming an unspoken connection.
Trapped between the wall and his body, I embrace the heat radiating from him, warming my cold, aching limbs. The familiar, seductive scent of his cologne, mixed with cigarettes, floods my lungs, replacing the stench of mold. I melt into his touch, surrendering to the comfort and warmth he offers me. Tilting my head back into his hand wrapped around my neck, he spreads his fingers and palms my skull, burying his fingers in the damp and tangled strands of my hair, caressing my scalp. Unable to take my eyes off him, we both stare at each other.
The corner of his lips twitches into a smile, and I feel his hard cock pressing against my belly. Excitement flutters through my stomach, like a swarm of butterflies. My body betrays me, and a familiar, throbbing warmth pools between my legs. Against my better judgment, I run my hands up his chest, and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to my level, crashing my lips against his.
This time he doesn”t hesitate; quite the opposite. He drops the pistol and wraps his arms around me, his hands burning against the cold skin of my thighs as he lifts me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his middle and bury my fingers in the soft strands of his hair. He keeps me pressed against the wall while we make out. The kiss is messy, full of need and things left unsaid; it feels wrong, but so damn good.
After what feels like a lifetime, I pull away from the kiss. Our lips brush against each other, our hot breaths mingling, tickling the cold skin of my face. I look into his eyes; the anger, the desire to kill me, is gone, replaced by sheer lust. ”Fuck me,” I whisper against his lips, and run my nails down the nape of his neck. His whole body shudders against mine, and I can feel the goosebumps rise against my fingertips.
”I was beginning to think you”d never ask.” He catches my lower lip between his teeth and gives it a playful nip before he carries me across the dark room towards the old bed and drops me onto the mattress, kicking up a cloud of dust. The wooden frame creaks with the impact, and my eyes widen, worried it would break.
I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him unstrap the rifle from his back and drop it on the table in the middle of the room.
”Hurry,” I say, not even trying to hide my impatience.
”Patience, Dove.” He chuckles and stalks over to the bed. I watch him drop to his knees beside the bed and push myself higher to see what he is doing. His arms wrap around my thighs, and I yelp as he drags me across the bed closer to him, draping my legs over his shoulders. He wastes no time and grabs his pocket knife, flicks the blade from the handle, and rips through the waistband of my thong. Before I can even protest, the material is gone, and I feel his hot breath against my exposed, throbbing cunt.
Leaning closer, he buries his face between my legs and slides his tongue between my folds, licking at my exposed flesh. He hums in approval as he laps up my arousal. The vibration of the sound pulsates against my cunt, sending a tingle from my core through my entire body in waves. I sink into the sheets, throwing my head back, a grunt escaping my throat. His tongue circles my clit before he places his lips flush against my folds, creating a vacuum around my clit. An embarrassed, high-pitched moan falls from my lips, and my hands snap to his head, gripping his disheveled hair.
Releasing my clit, he circles the sensitive bundle of nerves once more before thrusting his tongue between my folds and licking his way down to my opening. I prop my feet up on his back for support. My whole body quivers, and my knuckles turn white with how hard I clutch his hair as his tongue glides inside me. My internal muscles contract around his hot tongue. It doesn”t go deep, but the heat it radiates warms me from the inside out.
I moan in response to his tongue curling inside me, swallowing more of my arousal when he eases out, dragging his tongue along my throbbing insides. Desperate for more friction I arch my back off the bed and grind against his face. He doesn”t stop me. I lift my head, looking down at him, and our eyes meet, his pupils dilated with lust. The corners of his eyes crease, and I feel his smile against my aching cunt. Testing the limits, I grind against his face once more while our eyes remain fixed on each other. Again, he doesn”t stop me from getting what I want. Instead, he wraps his long fingers around my thighs and nods his head, giving me silent permission.
I slam my head back into the dirty sheets, surrendering, and press my feet against his shoulders, lifting my hips off the mattress and grinding against his face. He offers me his tongue, and I take it. I rock my hips until I find the perfect angle that makes my core burn and leaves me starving for more. A series of high-pitched moans slip out of me while I use him however I want, pushing myself on and on, my core throbbing with the building orgasm.
My legs tremble as I push myself over the edge and lose my balance. My legs drop down his back, and I squeeze them shut at the pleasure of my orgasm crashing down on me, trapping his head between my thighs; his face remains squeezed against my aching cunt. Dragging out the pleasure, my hips rock against his face, his nose nudging my clit. Soft whimpers are the only sounds I”m capable of uttering as I slowly come down from the high. The lingering adrenaline from our chase and the intensity of my orgasm are too much, and my mind goes numb. My breath comes out in ragged pants.
Loosening my grip on his head, I allow him to pull back and push himself to his feet. My eyes land on his face, glistening with the leftovers of my arousal. God, he looks absolutely perfect, drenched in me. I focus on his mouth, how his tongue darts out and wipes his lips clean.
”You”re my new favorite snack, baby,” he says, followed by a low chuckle. My heart flutters in my chest. No man has ever said that to me. Most of them didn”t even want to give me head. Meanwhile, he dived right in and enjoyed it himself?
He reaches for the straps of his bulletproof vest, and I push myself up into a sitting position, placing my hand on his to stop him. ”Don”t,” I say, my voice soft but pleading, ”Please leave it on. I like it.”
Deep wrinkles crease his forehead, and his face twists in confusion. It takes a moment for the meaning of my words to sink in, but then the lines on his face soften, and a small chuckle ripples from his throat. ”Whatever you want.”
His hands drop down to unbuckle his belt, undo the button, unzip his fly, and push the waistband of his tactical pants and boxers down just far enough to free his hard cock. My mouth waters at the sight, the head red and shiny with pre-cum. I move further back on the mattress and spread my legs for him, planting my feet flat on the mattress. He gladly accepts the invitation and climbs onto the bed, taking his rightful place between my legs, hovering over me, one hand resting on the pillow next to my head. His other hand slides between us, holding himself in place. He pushes the head of his cock between my folds before pressing up against my opening. My cunt eagerly swallows him whole as he thrusts inside me. I shut my eyes and toss my head back into the pillow, a soft moan escaping my lips as he pushes in.
A familiar warmth pools in my core, and I feel my muscles pulsate around him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down, bringing our lips together in a feverish kiss that he eagerly responds to. Caught up in the battle of our tongues for dominance, I’m oblivious to the movement of his hips as he glides out of me, only to slam back into me with a forceful thrust. I break the kiss, crying out at the sudden, brutal force of his hips slamming into me. My body rocks against his, one leg draped around his hip, while I claw at his scalp, my fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. His hot breath tickles my skin with every grunt as he thrusts into me. Breathy moans fall from my mouth in the same rhythm as his strokes.
The eerie silence of the night is disturbed by our animalistic screams and the wet sounds when our hips collide. The old bed creaks beneath us, the feet scraping against the wooden floor, and the headboard banging against the wall. Neither of us cares about the possibility of the bed breaking, so caught up in the moment that we have forgotten the world around us.
”Noah.” His name rolls off my lips, loud and raw. Buried deep inside me, he freezes. With his eyes wide open, he stares at me. Panting, his chest heaves heavily. His face is impossible to read. No sign of whether he liked or hated that I called his name. I realize my possible mistake and swallow the tight knot in my throat. A tiny, fearful little voice creeps into the back of my mind, reminding me that he could snap at any moment. ”I–” I’m cut off before I can get a single word out of my mouth. And all I can do is scream as he continues his relentless assault, thrusting into me even harder than before. I wrap my arms around him and cling to him, sinking my fingers into the fabric of his vest.
He leans down, his hot breath brushing against my ear. ”Mine,” he says in a whisper. ”You”re mine now.” He slips an arm underneath me and grabs a handful of my hair, forcing my head back, exposing my throat. ”Do you hear me? Who do you belong to?” he asks in a raised voice, yanking at my hair.
”You,” I say, struggling to form even such a simple answer in between my loud moans.
”Good,” he says, the vibration in his voice vibrating through me as he rolls the letter R. ”I won”t kill you as long as you”re good for me.” A cold shiver runs down my spine at the sensation of his hot tongue licking across my ear. My muscles contract around his cock as he continues his powerful rhythm. Balancing on the edge of my second orgasm, I feel overwhelmed, and tears trickle from the corners of my eyes. ”Answer me,” he demands.
”I’ll be good,” I cry out between soft sobs. My whole body shakes as the orgasm hits with full force, and I scream out loud and cling to him.
”Good girl.” He purrs directly into my ear, chasing his own orgasm, and with a few more hard thrusts, he buries himself inside me. I feel every twitch of his cock and the warmth of his cum filling me, setting my cold body on fire. He hovers over me, watching me cry with a satisfied smile playing on his lips. ”My little Dove,” he says, running his thumb over my cheek, wiping away the tears.