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His gaze locks on my hands as I pinch my nipples hard, holding them tight, letting out a low moan. "Good girl. Such a good little slut, rubbing yourself all over me. You gonna make yourself come already?"
I moan, letting go of my nipples, waves of pleasure rolling through my body.
He takes control in an instant, flipping us over. He wastes no time in slipping off his shorts, the head of his cock sliding through my slick folds with no resistance.
How could there be when I've been dreaming of the chance to have him buried in me again?
Noah slams into me, taking my hands and pinning them high above my head. He rocks his hips, each deep thrust bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
His cock throbs as my inner walls squeeze around him.
"Please," I say, breathless, as my legs start to tremble.
His mouth finds mine, kissing me, swallowing my moans as I come hard around him, my entire body pulsing.
Noah groans, his head dropping to my shoulder as he comes, his thrusts slow and deep.
He pulls out, looking down at me. "If you keep this up, you're going to be mine—body, mind...and soul."
I let out a wavering breath as his hand slides down my body, fingers dipping between my legs, pushing our cum back into me, swirling it around my inner walls and having me panting within seconds.
Even though I know I should find several things very wrong with that, I don't.
And as he presses two fingers into me, I arch off the floor, one leg hooking around his waist, my foot digging into his back and pulling him closer to me.
Maybe being his doesn't sound so terrible.
Chapter Nineteen
NOAH
I'm goingto kill the fucker.
My hands tighten on the wheel as I head for the casino where his little bitch ass is hiding.
It's been two days, and Summer still has bruises from where he hit her. Which means the fucker is dead. I'm going to put his head through a wall, and that's going to be the least of his worries.
He was dead to begin with when he put his hands on her, but I was going to wait. I was going to take my time, see what was going to turn up, and then when the other shitshows he's been causing had been dealt with, I was going to kill him. It was going to be slow, too. He was going to spend days begging for me to just end it all.
Not once did I ever think my entire family was going to turn on me. I thought they were loyal. They were all raised to be loyal.
Robert's the worst, though. He didn't just leave like the others did. He's not working with the enemy; he's trying to become the enemy.
Guess he's about to find out what I do to my enemies.
I pull into the parking lot, coming to a stop in front of the valet stand.
A young man in a black vest rushes to take my keys, slipping into the car and taking off.
As I stalk into the casino, my employees start to whisper. I'm not here often, only when something is happening.
And something is happening.
Robert is sitting at the bar, sipping a drink. A good look for eight in the morning.
I clamp a hand on his shoulder. "Get your ass up and to my office right now."
He looks at me over his shoulder, the smile slipping into a hateful glare as he takes another sip of his drink. He's already sporting a black eye, courtesy of Hector, but it's not enough. I want to hear the crunch of each one of his bones as I destroy him.
