Her intake of breath brings a smile to my lips. She likes the big bad wolf. No matter how much she tries to deny it, claim she hates me, her body doesn’t.
Fucking ditto.
I swipe my tongue across her neck, capturing her with an arm around her waist. Her legs almost give in. She’s sensitive, her nerves firing. Closing my mouth over her sore little neck, I suck, kiss, caress the bare surface. Pulling away to face her, my balls draw up at the unfiltered lust blazing in her eyes. “Ask me to kiss you,” I tell her. Rapid breaths lift her chest up and down. “Ask me, Freya,” I command.
“No.” She closes her eyes, her tone husky.
A dark chuckle rumbles past my lips as I grasp her jaw, cupping her beautiful face. “Fucking ask me.”
“I hate you.”
“I hate you too. Now fucking ask me.”
“Kiss me,” she cries. Not a plea, but shame. She’s ashamed at how fucking badly she burns for the monster who frightens her so much.
“Say my name,” I growl.
“Noah,” she whines.
“Kiss me, Noah,” I instruct.
Silence.
I tug her forward, inhaling all her sexual heat.
“Say it, Freya, and I’ll give you what you need.”
“Kiss me, Noah.” She sobs.
My insides churn at the decision I make.
Slamming my lips against hers, I ram my tongue past the seal of her delectable lips, taking my fill. Her body climbs mine, my hands giving her aid, holding her upper thighs and crashing her back against the nearest wall. We fight, our tongues dueling, as she plunges her hands through my hair. Hunger, raw and angry, drives us both as we taste, bite, battle. Her hand dips between our bodies, grasping a handful of hard dick. A pulse of need surges through me. It’s not enough. I need more.
Pulling my lips away from hers, I slowly drop her thighs until she’s standing on shaky legs. I move away, watching her with a predatory gaze. My ass hits the lip of the table, and I take a much-needed seat. “How does it feel knowing you get all fired up for the guy you hate so much?” I tease, my voice hoarse, the effect she has on me showing.
“You tell me?” she pants, her face flushed. I want nothing more than to see her face after she comes.
“You like being a slut for the villain in your story, little Freya?”
My words only make her breathe harder. “Get on your knees,” I order. Surprise widens her eyes. A pink blush warms her cheeks. “I want you to crawl to me, then take my cock from my slacks and suck me until you gag around my thickness.” My tone deepens, hazy arousal throbbing through me.
There’s a pause, her mind turning over my words. The moment she decides, her wet, pink tongue slips between her lips to dampen them. Deliberately slow, she gets to her hands and knees, those swirling eyes burning with need, sending my pulse to my cock, making it painfully hard.
I grip the edge of the table, trying to keep myself from picking her up and slamming her on the desk. I even out my breathing, coaxing her with a dirty smirk, dark, daring.
She prowls toward me like a pro, her movements catlike, her ass swaying from side-to-side, begging to be crammed full of cock.
Reaching my feet, she looks up at me through her lashes. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s practiced this shit, performed it time and time again. Her small hands chase a path up my thighs, sweeping over the hard bulge at my crotch. Her teeth come out to bite down on her bottom lip, nearly making me come before she’s even touched it.
“What the fuck?” Remi barks from the doorway.
Freya jerks away, rushing to her feet, making my dick mourn her. “Your timing sucks, brother,” I drawl.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Freya defends, tucking her hair behind her ears, shame sending her face almost the color of cherries.
“You don’t need to explain, but you shouldn’t be in here. Dad won’t like it,” he tells her, reminding me of where we actually are. Cold reality drenches me.
“I have somewhere to be.” I round the desk, grabbing my jacket from the back of the chair where I left it this morning. I pass Freya without looking at her. When I reach Remi, I say, “I don’t know what time I’ll be back. Make sure you lock her in her room tonight.”
He nods in confirmation, his eyes cutting back to the girl I nearly lost myself in.
It’s too easy to fall into her.
Fuck.
Fifteen
Freya
“Why do I have to be locked in my room?” I gulp down the lump forming in my throat.
I don’t know why I succumbed so willingly to Noah’s demands, it’s almost like I’m held in thrall. All the bad shit he’s done gets pushed out and my body becomes a needy slut, craving his degradation, his touch. And it goes both ways, something in him craves me too. Maybe that’s his punishment for being an evil bastard throughout the years. I should deny him, but my body comes alive at his commands, the ache too potent to ignore.