Page 70 of Cruel Proposal
I let him slam into me, my legs shaking, pussy gushing around him as I come again.
He keeps rocking his hips, burying himself to the hilt before pulling out.
Ropes of cum coat my chest and stomach, dripping down my breasts and stomach.
He stands back, admiring the mess he's made, his cock still hard.
I shouldn't like that I'm tied to the railing, covered in his cum, hoping this means he's going to drag me back home and teach me another lesson or two.
Noah reaches up and unties me before tucking himself away. He pulls me to my feet, grabbing my jaw in his hand and forcing me to look up at him. "I'm going to take you home, where you belong, and if you even think about leaving me again, it's going to be the last thing you ever do."
My tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip. "Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Try me and find out."
Noah wrapsthe fluffy towel around my body in a surprising show of gentleness. Though maybe it's due to the fact he's been giving me orgasm after orgasm since we got home.
I can barely hold myself up, and I know the moment I get into bed, I'm going to be there for a while.
I pad into the bedroom with him following behind. "For what it's worth, I don't know what I was going to do after I got up there. I just wanted to go and think."
He smirks and leans against the dresser. "You think I don't know that? If you were going to go home, your brothers wouldn't have held guns to my head after setting off a bomb at my casino, which I have to go deal with."
"They bombed you?"
I'm going to kill them both when I see them. I know they're just trying to help me, but innocent people had to have been hurt. There's no world in which those idiots even thought about the other casualties.
I sit down on the edge of the bed. "You're not going to lock me up, are you?"
"You going to tell me how you got out?" He moves to the door, the look on his face nothing but storm clouds.
Storm clouds and a faint bruise I didn't notice before. A split lip I didn't care about when his head was buried between my legs.
I get up and stop him. "Your hand is bleeding. Come on, let me patch this up before you leave."
He eyes me like he still doesn't trust me, and I can't say I blame him for that.
I haven't been on my best behavior lately, and it shows.
He's been nicer to me than I could've imagined, even if he is a pain in my ass.
Noah sits down on the edge of the bed while I go grab the first aid kit I found in the bathroom yesterday morning. It doesn't have anything sharper than a needle in it, but it's got everything I need to clean up the scabs on his hand and stitch up the deeper cuts.
We're silent as I work, and that's for the best. I'm sure we both have a lot to think about after today.
I know I do.
Something shifted when I was standing up there.
I was thinking about all the different ways my life could go and what I was going to do, and then I couldn't force myself to go back to my siblings. I thought about it, and then I thought about what would happen if I stayed.
About how it feels to have someone finally see me, even if I hate it at the same time.
How I know that even though he could kill me, it's worth taking the risk just to see a little more of what's beneath the surface.
He gets up once I'm done bandaging him. "Be ready on Friday. I'm taking you out."
He strides out of the room before I can say anything.
