“You’re a fucking maniac, aren’t you?” I loosened my hold enough for him to breathe without letting go. “Are you going to get off on it when I finally kill you?”
Noah pretended to consider my question. “Depends how you do it, I guess.”
Knowing there was only one way to make him truly submit, I jerked his cock harder and faster. The moment of climax was the most vulnerable moment. That precious second when I would be in full control, and he would be entirely at my mercy.
The ridge around the head of his cock grew firmer. An indication he was getting closer. His breath came faster. When he softly murmured my name, I knew I had him.
I wasn’t thinking. I merely acted. At the moment of his eruption, I leaned down, aiming his cock so he would release into my mouth. Having his hands bound didn’t stop Noah fromtightly gripping my hair. Forcing my head down onto his cock as he came.
He shot onto my tongue, filling my mouth with his creamy release. Needing to taste him, to take all of him, I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock as I swallowed it down. There was something about making Noah come that filled me with exhilaration. Setting me on fire for him.
“Good boy,” he said with a husky laugh. “That was fucking spectacular.”
I hated that his words did something to my insides. Bathing them in warmth.
Sitting up to face him, I pulled away, putting space between us on the seat. “Don’t call me that. I’m not a fucking dog.”
“You are touchy as hell though. You need to lighten the fuck up, Dom. Life is too short to be such an uptight asshole all the time.” Noah motioned to his exposed cock. “Are you going to untie my hands so I can put my dick away, or are you not done with it yet?”
A sudden surge of annoyance shook me. So easily he got on my last nerve. I seemed to always be down to one whenever he was around.
Feeling especially vengeful, I opened the car door on his side, shoving him out onto the sidewalk. “Sorry, sweet thing,” I said, mocking him. “You’re on your own.”
Then I climbed back into the front seat and drove away. Leaving him there, scrambling to pull his pants up with his hands tied. At least they were tied in front of him. It could’ve been worse.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
NOAH
I really shouldn’t have been surprised that he left me there with my pants down and my wrists bound. Little did he know such a move only made him more appealing. Dom had this unpredictable quality that drew me. Making me ache to know what he would do next.
Watching his car drive away, I awkwardly shoved to my feet, doing my best to jerk my pants up with my hands tied. It wasn’t impossible, just a little difficult. Returning to my car, which was parked around the corner, I was grateful Casper hadn’t realized what was going on outside his building.
Once back in my car, I pulled my switchblade out of my jeans pocket, trying to cut the rope without cutting myself. It wasn’t easy. At least fifteen minutes passed before I was able to cut myself free. Good thing I had the knife handy or I would have had to call Damon for help.
As I drove home, I thought about the fresh bruises on Dominik’s face. Project X had done that to him. Everything about that made me crazy. Nobody had any right to lay hands on him but me. I wanted to see my bruises left behind on his face. How dare they put their hands on him?
The more I thought about it, the more I started to feel sick inside. As soon as he mentioned getting jumped by X, I knew in my gut they were the ones who hired me to take him out. Although I wasn’t sure why. Why only Dom? Why not the other Kings?
I was glad to find Damon home when I arrived. He sat in the living room doom scrolling on his phone while the TV played a hockey game in the background. He glanced up as I descended the stairs into the living room.
“What’s up?” he asked before returning his stare to his phone screen.
“I think we might have a problem.” I sat down on the opposite end of the couch, waiting for him to give me his full attention.
Damon frowned, setting his phone on the coffee table. “What do you mean?”
“I think Project X is who anonymously asked me to take out Dom. He told me tonight that him and Casper were jumped by them. I think they’re up to something. I don’t have a good feeling about this.” I rubbed my sore wrists through my hoodie sleeves.
Scratching his chin, Damon’s brows knit together. He shook his head. “I don’t like the sound of this. Whatever Project X is up to, I don’t want any part of it. Maybe you should tell them that you’re out.”
I completely agreed. Having someone ask me to take out Dom had given me the nudge I needed to make a move. However, if I ended him, I didn’t want it to be for someone like Project X. This was too personal.
“I’ll send a message,” I said. “I’m going to grab a shower.”
As I went upstairs to my bedroom on the top floor, I couldn’t help but worry. What if they simply sent someone elseafter Dom instead? I couldn’t allow that to happen. Maybe I should tell him. Give him a heads up.
In my bedroom, I stripped down naked, pausing before entering the bathroom. Picking up my burner phone, I messaged the number I’d received the request from. Short and to the point, telling them I wouldn’t be completing the job.
