Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

K age

Women could be the most infuriating creatures on the face of this earth. I'd learned that all over again today. But as angry and frustrated as I'd been with Noel for nearly getting herself killed, being with her this way, feeling her body responding to mine shoved all the shit aside. Yeah, I wanted to claim her in every way and would remain the dominating force, but I also wanted nothing more than to please her.

The taste of her pussy was like the sweetest cherries in the spring, something I hadn't tasted in a long time. She had a way of being bashful yet longing to grasp pure sin that was just as attractive as she was, enough so that I was a crazed man with my needs. I couldn't think straight and didn't care about supposed danger or anything else.

All my thoughts were strictly primal, my needs requiring satisfaction.

So when she started to breathe normally again, I reacted like some caveman, tossing her over my shoulder as I'd done before in the woods. Only this was for an entirely different reason.

I would ravage every single inch of her gorgeous body then start all over again.

Max just lifted his head, looking at me as if I'd lost a screw. I winked in return. The pup and I had a simpatico relationship that transcended time and the fact he now belonged to someone else. I could swear the dog was grinning as I passed. I took the stairs two at a time, marveling in the way she felt tossed over my shoulder. Natural. As if it was meant to be.

Ridiculous but the notion allowed me to smile. Huge.

I knew all the reasons why I should stay away, shoving my longings and feelings for the voluptuous woman aside but as with being naughty in Vegas, we had no one watching over us and no reason not to indulge. And what happened in my grandfather's cabin would stay there. This wasn't a relationship in the making. Once she learned of all the ugly details of my past, she'd run far away. But not now.

Right now, she was under my total control.

The grin remained plastered on my face as I headed for the room I'd decided was my own. I'd been a gentleman, rare these days, and placed her bags in the slightly larger master bedroom. They were all comfy, all three equipped with king-size beds, which was necessary given both my father and grandfather were as tall as I was, but the master had an adjoining bath.

Bath.

I'd never taken a bath with a woman let alone showered with her. Why I was thinking of all these crazy things was beyond me but when I stormed into the room, Noel started beating her hands against my back, even cursing under her breath.

"Asshole. Jerk. Bastard. Son of a bitch."

My grin widened as I spun her around a few times, finally cracking my hand on her naked bottom as a reminder. Of what I wasn't certain.

"Stop fighting me, sunshine."

"You should know better by now that I have no sunshine in my body."

For all she'd been through, her ability to joke and even laugh at herself was priceless. I tossed her onto the bed before turning on a single light. By the time I'd turned around, she was on all fours, growling at me that way I'd done with her. She truly thought she was a formidable woman. Well, in some ways she was, capable of disarming an entire army of men.

That's another reason I wanted to keep her all to myself. She could entice a priest to do really bad things with her beguiling smile and nothing else.

But if you tossed her hourglass figure into the situation, or the way she could make her acts of defiance like sinful preludes, then any man would be lost. I'd yet to remove my jacket given my level of thirst. I did so hurriedly, tossing it aside, keeping watch on her as I unbuttoned my shirt. I'd already figured out she was a wicked little girl determined to break free of the darkness that had been spun around her.

She could very easily attempt to get away from me all over again.

Only this time, I'd have the advantage since I knew what she was made of.

Piss, vinegar, and the ability to seduce any man.

My patience waning, I ripped off the shirt, only then remembering I had a weapon stuck in my jeans.

As soon as I pulled it out, she rose onto her knees. I couldn't quite tell if the expression she wore was fear, determination, or something else altogether. But in the few seconds as she stared at the Glock, I could tell she was trying to make the moment right in her mind.

I had no concept of right or wrong any longer, only the continued need for exacting revenge.

Still keeping my eyes on her, I ripped off my boots before fighting with my wet jeans to be able to unfasten them. But I did. Nothing was going to stop me from taking what I wanted. How quickly I'd turned into a bastard just like she'd accused me of being. I wanted to be a bad guy at this moment.

Granted, it was entirely different than what we were facing but I had to remind myself this was… not in our best interest.

Yet as soon as I was undressed, she lifted her head, exposing her long neck as she allowed the same heated gaze I'd given her to fall down the length of me. From the first moment we'd touched each other, the connection had been growing. Soon, it could be a tether we couldn't break.

Was this all because of Max?

I didn't know any longer.

As I rolled my open palms down my chest, she sat back on her haunches, finally looking away. She was as conflicted as she'd been before, fighting the darkness inside that I knew far too well. Now wasn't the time to continue teasing her or to play a single game. I wanted her more comfortable here, easing the terrors.

I had no idea what came over me in those next few seconds when I noticed her lower lip was quivering. Suddenly, I didn't want to be that bad guy. I wanted to be the man responsible for saving her from the anger and despair I'd been forced to endure. There were tragedies that couldn't easily be gotten over, events that couldn't be explained but they left a lifetime impression that altered hope and love, the ability to be with family and friends.

Just crawling on the bed felt as if I had a weight strapped to my back. I was already a man of few words but right now, there was nothing to be said. Nothing would matter or change things. The closeness and electricity we felt was powerful, yet I think we both knew this was just a respite, a moment of time that would ultimately fade into memories.

Maybe unwanted on her part.

I remained on my knees only inches away from her, the heat building between us incredible. I'd felt this level of closeness once before in my life and it had changed me. This time, it couldn't. I knew exactly what would happen if I allowed it to alter anything other than the moment.

Her breathing was ragged and the way she continuously dragged the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip highlighted her continued nervousness around me. I cocked my head, trying to be a gentle man when the word was foreign to me. Yet as I stroked the side of her face, brushing my fingertips up and down her cheek, moving ever so slowly to slide hair over her shoulders before tracing the lines and bumps of her shoulder blade, she shuddered.

And I was more aroused than before.

Noel pressed her hands against my chest, lifting her head slowly. Her eyes were full of tears, which nearly broke me, a man who'd shut down all his feelings.

"I don't want to be hurt again. I don't know what you heard or read about me, but the truth is much worse. I'm not as strong as I pretend to be. I'm just… terrified all the time of finally losing what's left of the woman I used to be."

Exhaling, I cupped her chin but not like I'd done before, this time with a tender hold hoping to re-strengthen her resolve. "For all the terrible things I've done in my life, hurting a woman isn't one of them."

"Including stealing their hearts?"

I had such an advantage over her. I'd read what she'd been through, at least to some degree. She had no idea why I was the way I'd become. Telling her now seemed pointless, certainly not the right time. "I'm not into stealing hearts, babe. Or breaking them. I can't be that man. But I can and will protect you against every obstacle, every boogeyman. But that's all I have inside of me."

A part of me was certain she'd walk away and in truth, I would allow her, never to succumb to my hungers again. But she curled her fingers slightly, still studying my eyes for sincerity for a few seconds before offering a single nod. It was her approval of the moment we were sharing or perhaps of the man who'd just sworn to protect her.

What she didn't know was that I was already prepared to lose my life in the process.

I'd lost too much, and nothing meant a whole lot of anything any longer. At least by keeping her safe, I was allowed to feel a sense of honor once again.

Seeing her so nervous made the he-man protective side of me rush to the surface. I just wanted to wrap her in warmth, showing her every man wasn't a horrible person. But who was I to do that at this point in my life? I tried to remain as gentle as possible, pulling her against me. Even resting on my knees, my torso was much longer, allowing me the joy of peering down into her eyes.

The need for words ceased once again and as I lowered my head, she rolled her hand over my shoulder, digging her nails into my skin. The urgency was building all over again, maybe even more frantic than it had been before.

That's why when I crushed my mouth over hers, she immediately arched her back. Yet the playful side of her returned, the woman shifting her other hand down my side to my hipbone, crawling her fingers between us until she was able to grasp my cock.

The ache I'd felt for her was in full display, my shaft hard as a rock. Hell, even my balls were already tightened in preparation of being filled with seed. I wasn't good at holding back when I wanted something, but I also was enjoying doing nothing more than brushing my fingertips down her arm. She had a way of displaying her wanton desire by the look in her eyes alone and at that moment, I was completely mesmerized by how they glistened.

Yet she kept searching so hard, trying to locate something I wasn't.

I couldn't help myself, curling my hand around the side of her neck, allowing the kiss to shift from sweet passion to something much more carnal, needy.

Hell, I was bordering on desperate the way I felt about shoving my cock deep inside her tight, wet pussy. At least I knew she was as ripped with desire as I was, the scent she was bathed in as beautiful as it was inviting.

If she was a black widow, I couldn't care less.

I held her close, rubbing my cock back and forth across her stomach as I cupped her bottom. When I squeezed, I felt the continued heat from the spanking I'd provided and I was forced to capture her moan. It felt good just like almost everything else did with her.

My libido was picking up, enough I couldn't restrain my force with her.

If she still minded, I wouldn't know it by her continued mews as I broke the kiss, enjoying the feel of nuzzling into her neck, biting her jaw and lower lip. As before, her body started to relax, reacting to mine with just as much fire and need. I was pushed to another point in my mind, the longing becoming out of control.

I was still careful with her, although I doubted she ever wanted me to call her fragile. But I needed more of her at this very moment. I slid my arm behind her back, slowly lowering her to the comforter. I was a typical male, not very observant but it was obvious she'd changed the bedding, even dusting the furniture.

How strange to be thinking that way when I had such a gorgeous woman in my arms. I planted one hand on the side of her head, peering down with the ferocity of a jackal, still fighting to keep my cool.

She rubbed her bent knee against my thigh, adding another layer of enticement to the moment. As if I needed more.

I dipped my head, enjoying her fragrance as much as being able to drag my tongue along her naked skin. It would seem my sweet hostage was enjoying teasing me, rubbing her hands up and down my chest, barely sliding the tip of a single finger across my sensitive slit. She was driving me wild.

When I couldn't take it any longer, I used my knee to press her legs far apart, slowly lowering my torso. She didn't need any directions, the slight smile on her face matching the way she started to roll her hand up and down my shaft.

The sensations were incredible, too much so. I held off thrusting my cock inside, waiting as she enjoyed herself. But as the seconds ticked by, my patience finally fell into the dumpster. I couldn't help but think everything about this was a cruel irony. I'd found the one other woman I could potentially find happiness with, yet she was off limits for a half dozen reasons.

Having a conscience was a pain in the ass. It was also a direct track highlighting the truth that she was indeed my single weakness.

Fuck me.

Instead, I fucked her, taking back all control by moving her hands away, instantly thrusting my cock deep inside.

Her moans were strangled, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. It was always a sweet moment when her pussy muscles clamped down around my thickness, somehow managing to pull me in even deeper.

There was such sweet sorrow in the moment, a reminder that all time and space was precious. When you were forced to get used to a six-by-six cement block, you learned to adapt. Every thought, every sensation counted, especially with her. But as the seconds ticked by, I lost myself to the unabashed hunger I'd dreamt of behind the steel bars and cold cement floor.

I was fucking her as if I never had before.

As if my life depended on it.

She lifted her arms over her head, her eyes never leaving mine. Hell, they never even blinked. I wanted more closeness. I wanted nothing more than to claim all of her, so I clasped my massive hands around hers, intertwining our fingers. It was amazing how everything about me dwarfed her lithe body. Coupling like this, feeling her crowded underneath me was just another reminder that she truly was fragile.

But so strong.

As I fucked her, our breathing became the same. On the same beat, increasing every few seconds.

She was perfectly made for me.

My hands.

My mouth.

My tongue.

My cock.

The thought was as damning as it was exhilarating. I couldn't seem to get enough of her, pounding her with so much force the headboard slammed against the wall. We moved together, our bodies almost as if becoming one. While the heat was even more explosive, we were both doing our best to control the moment as well as our emotions.

I could tell she was fighting another climax. It seemed she was desperately trying to ignore her desires, the way she felt about being here with me. I undulated my hips and she instantly wrapped her legs around them. I dug my fingers into her as I lifted up, switching the angle. Fucking her was easy, not being extremely rough the issue.

But I pounded into her, the savage longing I had winning out. Within seconds, her entire body started to shake as she tossed her head back and forth. At least now, her mouth was open, every strangled mew a beautiful melody. As her muscles tensed, I pushed her harder, basking in the moment that I made her come all over again.

"Oh. Oh. Uh. Uh. Uh." Her eyes were cinched shut, her knees digging into my sides. She was holding on for dear life even as another round of euphoria kicked in.

"That's it, baby," I whispered, "let go."

The beautiful wave resulted in goosebumps popping along her arms and neck. It was sheer joy watching her climax.

But I wasn't finished with her yet.

Her body was still shaking as I backed away, grinning when she reached for me.

"Afraid I'll walk away, darlin'?"

"You'd be a fool I you did," she said breathlessly.

"Don't worry. That's not going to happen." I sat back on the bed, pulling her up at the same time. Only I wasn't going to be content with fucking her sweet pussy. I wanted more, so much more.

I spun her around, forcing her onto her hands while her bent legs remained pressed together. She was seductively glancing over her shoulder, clawing the bedding as if that was going to help her. She was as adorable as she was sexy, her scrunched-up brow keeping my gaze pinned on her perfectly aristocratic features.

God, the woman was beautiful, far too much so. I could get lost in that and nothing else except my dick was throbbing.

I ran two fingers down her spine, trying my best to keep her relaxed. As soon as I reached the crack of her ass, she threw her head back.

"I've never. I mean I don't know what… I just…" She laughed but the luscious sound was laced with those same nerves I'd heard before.

After biting her shoulder, I whispered into her ear, "For a prolific author, you're getting tongue tied around me? I should feel honored."

The dazzling passion pink caressing her neck and both cheeks was just another joyful thing about her. Even with her obvious fame and likely the money she'd earned, there wasn't a single egotistical aspect of her.

"Maybe you should," she managed, keeping her head tilted back and her eyes closed. When she pursed her voluptuous lips, I was certain I was a goner. Before I blew my load at the worst time possible, I pressed two fingers into her pert little mouth.

"Suck them, baby. Make them nice and wet for me." I gave her no choice, pumping my fingers in several times. She finally gripped my wrist, telling me by the way she flicked her tongue back and forth she was enjoying the moment.

I couldn't seem to take my eyes off her or what she was doing, perhaps allowing her to play a little too long. My cock was at the point the pain, increasing my heartrate.

When I removed my fingers, she purposely allowed a popping sound. She could turn on or off the faucet of seduction far too easily. I didn't waste any additional time, sliding the tips of the two just inside her dark hole. I knew what she'd been trying to tell me before. That she'd never done this before.

That only made the action and the moment that much more special. I'd be the one to claim her virgin ass. I pushed them in slowly, allowing her to get used to the feel of having something buried deep inside. When I flexed them open, she moaned several times. I could tell her eyes remained cinched closed, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to get used to the slice of pain.

"Breathe, darlin'. The discomfort will pass."

"Fuck, I hope so."

As she tugged on the bedding, I pulled out, thrusting my fingers into her again. I repeated the move several times until her anal muscles had relaxed somewhat. But there was no waiting any longer for this man. The spigot was wide open and I was very thirsty.

I shifted until I was able to place the tip of my cock against her asshole, wiggling her body slightly until my cockhead was all the way inside. Her tenseness was once again immediate, but it wasn't long before her breathing was easier.

Her ass muscles were throbbing, which made it tougher to go nice and easy. But I managed, at least while I pushed an inch at a time inside. The moment I sensed she could accept the wide girth, I pulled her back onto my lap, which drove the remainder of my cock inside.

Her scream was breathless but finally brought Max barking and scampering into the room, ensuring his mistress was okay.

The fact he jumped onto the head of the bed, his dark chocolate eyes staring at us made this moment that much dirtier. I sensed she wanted to tell him to get off, but I yanked her head back, just able to capture her mouth with mine. I didn't have much wiggle room but what I did, I used to my advantage, fucking her tight asshole with slow and determined motions.

She darted her tongue beside mine as she used my bent knees as a way of holding on. I did enjoy the way she clawed my skin, likely leaving marks. I'd wear them like the badge of honor I'd switched on her backside.

When I finally released Noel's head, we both gasped for air. I was losing control, my stamina not what it used to be or maybe I was far too excited about taking her in the ass. I forced her up and down on my lap, her mews and whimpers echoing in my ears. Did the woman have any idea what she was doing to me?

Probably. Women always knew everything.

There was no reason for my heart to suddenly be heavy, but the flash was real and very painful. It took everything I had to shove it aside so I could continue holding onto that limited control. When she finally pushed off my knees onto all fours, I fisted her hair. That's the moment I rode her hard, gritting my teeth as my balls started to fill with cum.

I pumped harder and faster, beads of sweat dripping down from my forehead and I could no longer hold back.

As I erupted deep inside, I threw my head back, staring at the ceiling.

Yeah, I was in deep shit.

She wasn't just a weakness any longer.

She'd become my main cause for fighting.

As well as a reason to live.