Dom’s low laugh dripped with poison. “You’re fucked in the head, you know that? I don’t know what you’re up to here, Noah, but you better tread carefully. We should’ve killed you already. You’re running on borrowed time. It’s probably not a good idea for you to work this hard to get my attention. If I were you, I’d stay the fuck away from me.”
Did he even realize that he was now pressed fully against me? So close that I could feel his hard cock against my thigh. I couldn’t help but laugh in his face. Probably not the smartest move considering he still held a knife to my throat.
“Do you really expect me to believe that? Do you think I can’t feel how bad you want me right now?” Taunting Dom was dangerous as hell, and yet, I couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of my mouth.
The pressure of the blade against my throat increased, cutting deeper. Dom’s eyes were wild with his desire to kill me. I saw it within him, barely restrained.
“I will fucking kill you,” he promised, his voice low and deadly.
“Do it then. What’s stopping you?” Even while staring death in the face, I wasn’t one to back down.
For several long strained moments we stared into one another. I’m not sure which one of us moved first. Those few precious inches between his mouth and mine suddenly ceased to exist.
Dom’s lips were on mine. His hand sliding around my throat in a grip powerful enough to end me. Holding tight, he thrust his tongue into my mouth. Entangling it with mine. Practically choking me with it.
I welcomed his violent kiss. Responding with my own pent-up desires. They burst forth to take over me as I did my best to devour him. He tasted like mint and faint traces of marijuana. It killed me to stand there when I wanted so badly totouch him. I knew how precarious this moment was. How fast it could all come to an end.
As Dom deepened the kiss, he pressed his cock harder against me. I groaned when he bit down on my bottom lip. Something told me that being fucked by him would be a life-changing experience. Even though I considered myself a switch, I preferred to top. But I would bottom any day for this man.
Caught up in the rush of the moment, I reached out to touch his face. My mistake.
Dom jerked away, like he’d just realized what was happening. I raised a brow. A silent inquiry.
He quickly put space between us. His expression changed from one of wonder to absolute rage. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll torture you before I kill you. Stay the fuck away from me, Noah.”
There was no hesitation. Dom slammed his fist into my face hard enough to make me see stars. I grabbed onto the side of my car so I wouldn’t hit the ground.
With blood pouring from my nose, I watched him storm over to his own car. When he paused to glance back at me, I swiped a hand through the blood and smiled.
CHAPTER TEN
DOM
He fucking smiled? What the hell was wrong with that guy?
The sound of Noah’s soft chuckle followed me to my car. I stared straight ahead as I got in, not trusting myself to glance back at him a second time. I wasn’t sure what I would do to him if I put my hands on him again. I would either fuck him or tear his head off his shoulders and dropkick it across the parking lot.
Maybe both.
He wasn’t as clever as he thought he was. I saw his car parked down the street from the house as soon as I walked out the door. Figuring he was up to something, I let him follow me. I didn’t trust Noah Cunningham. There was something going on with him.
And I was pretty sure he was more than a little fucked in the head. As soon as I pinned him against the car and put my knife to his throat, I saw in his eyes that he enjoyed it. Then I felt his fucking hard on.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, readjusting my own hard cock. Hitting the gas pedal, I fishtailed my way out of the parking lot. I’d come to this nightclub looking for some kind of release. Maybe a good old fist fight. Maybe a back alley hook up. All I knew was that I was far too pent up these days.
I’d prefer a fight over a hook up. Nobody had caught my interest for a while now. Nobody other than that fucking dickhead I left back in the parking lot. I hated that I couldn’t control the way I felt around him. A strange combination of utter loathing and the undying need to stuff my cock down his throat until he gagged.
Needing to get some of this rage out of my system, I headed to a twenty-four hour gym. An hour beating the hell out of the punching bag did nothing to help me feel any better. Another hour on the treadmill barely scratched the surface.
There was only one thing that would help me feel better. I wouldn’t do it. Acting on this sick attraction to Noah would only create more trouble than it was worth. Besides, I’d agreed to kill him. Which was what I wanted more than anything.
I needed to start planning. To take the next step toward that goal. Letting him distract me wasn’t an option.
When I tired of the treadmill, I moved to a weight bench. There was no method to my madness. I was all over the place. Gritting my teeth, I replayed the encounter with Noah while lifting the heavy weighted bar above my head.
He was bold that’s for sure. Not afraid to say whatever came to mind. It was a miracle that nobody had killed him yet.
I could still feel the outline of his cock through his pants. Thick and long. Bigger than I’d have guessed. He knew I felt it. Completely unashamed, he’d stared me right in the eyes.
