"I'm friends with the owner. These are the staff bathrooms, so you won't have to wait." I'm processing his words as he pulls me up against a black metal door and kisses me again. I start to get lost in the kiss, but this time it feels as if my body is exhausted and weighs a ton. My hand drops from his arm and slumps at my side, and I swear I can see the bright neon lightsstill behind my closed eyelids, and hear my blood rushing in my ears. One of his hands slides up the side of my abdomen, before reaching my breast and squeezing it, and I wheeze into his mouth with shock.
"Stooppp," I slur, my lips feeling like they're frozen, and my tongue too large for my mouth. His fingers slip down the front of my dress and tweak my braless nipple, and I cry out from the pain. I try to swat his hand away, but I don't even get close to hitting him, and it seems like everything is moving in slow motion.
"Come on, pretty girl, let me take care of you." He removes his hand from my dress, turns us around, and pushes the door open, while still half cradling, half carrying me, as my legs threaten to give out. The automatic lights glare on and temporarily blind me, causing more distortion, and I groan with the sudden pain in my skull. "It will be okay, baby. I'm going to make you feel so good. You're so beautiful. Fuck, I was watching you for a while, and you're the hottest girl in here tonight."
His voice feels like it's coming down a long tunnel, and I blink my eyes over and over, trying to stop the room from spinning. He shoves me against the small black counter with a metal sink, and I feel like I'm going to face-plant into it. "Dizzy.No. Where's... Faye?" My words are all coming out messy, even though I know what I want to say in my mind. I force my head, which feels like it weighs a ton, upwards and stare into the mirror before me. I squint until I can clearly see myself, and my blue-gray eyes look too large on my face. My mascara has smudged, giving me a raccoon appearance, my lipstick is gone, and my lips are swollen. My dark hair is all sweaty, with tendrils escaping my slick high ponytail, and the front of my dress is messy, revealing my nipple peeking over my bodice. "Faye," I call out again, feeling agitated as his hands roam my body. I try to push away from the counter, but his much larger body doesn'tgive me room. I feel air on my ass and realize he's pushed my dress up toward my lower back, and is trying to force me to bend over the sink with his large palm pressed roughly into the middle of my shoulders.
"It's okay, pretty girl, I'll make sure you get back to your friend when we're done." I swipe out my hand and manage to catch him on the side of the face, and he growls, using his hand in the middle of my back to harshly push me down, until my chest feels the cold, wet counter. "Why do you have to be abitch, pretty girl? I was going to make sure I made you feel good, but if you're going to behave like that, I won't."
"Faye! Please, no! Faye!" I sob as I feel my underwear being pulled down my legs."NOAH!"I scream in desperation as he forces my legs to widen with his. The sound of a zipper being released is so loud in the small room, and it causes bile to race up the back of my throat. My mind is screaming for me to hit him, to push away, to fight, but it's as if my body refuses to obey its commands, and I watch with horror through the mirror as I just lie there. I catch a glimpse of him releasing his cock from his pants behind me, and my legs won't hold me up anymore. He shoves me roughly into the cabinet, my hip banging painfully as one of his knees goes between my legs until I'm positioned mostly on the counter, and I don't know if my toes are touching the floor anymore. "Nooooo," I groan as I feel him press the tip of his cock against my asscheeks.
I close my eyes, feeling trapped as terror takes over, and I can't seem to inhale enough air. A large bang sounds, and then I hear shouting as I try to reopen my eyes, but the attempt feels so challenging. In the darkness, the sounds of grunting and skin landing on skin greet me. I'm suddenly shoved, my legs sliding from under me as I go down hard to the floor, banging my back, shoulders, and legs, and my eyes pry open with a combination of shock and pain. Above me, two men fight, one punching theother over and over as the other tries to defend himself. I'm not sure if I'm actually seeing this, but for a moment, I'm almost positive I see Noah, but then the room begins to spin, and I gag on my own saliva.
"Motherfucker, you're dead! I'll fucking kill you!" A male voice shouts, and pained cries meet his words. The sound of breaking glass tries to catch my attention as I attempt to get my limbs to cooperate with me, so that I can get the hell out of here. My hand rises as I try to swipe at my face, which feels wet. I force my glance back to the men and watch as the larger one reaches forward and grabs a shard of broken mirror in his hand. He's holding the other guy by the front of his shirt, and both of them are bleeding. "You thought you could touch what's mine! You thought you could have her!" He brings the piece of broken mirror to the other man's face and begins carving at his flesh with it.
My vision swims, distorting the image and making it blurry. It causes my stomach to lurch painfully until all I taste is fruity alcohol. It can't handle what I'm seeing and picks that moment to revolt, and I feel vomit sliding from my lips and down my chin. I can't seem to force myself to sit up, a helpless feeling overwhelming me as I begin to gasp and choke. I hear the screams from the man being sliced, and I can't tear my eyes away from how much red is everywhere. All of a sudden, the piercing guy falls to the floor, clutching at his face with hoarse screams. The other man comes closer, and I try to squirm away, but I'm not even sure my body is moving. He reaches behind me and forces me onto my side, and I stop choking on my vomit. "It's okay, sweet baby girl. I'm here now, everything is going to be fine. Let it all out, baby. You're safe now."
Noah.My horror-stricken brain formulates his name as I stare up at him. He's covered in blood; it's splattered all the way up his neck and onto his face. His dark obsidian eyes meet mine,and I see the madness and rage in their depths, and that terrifies me further. My glance slips down to my hand he's holding, and it's covered in crimson, and that has me gagging again. "Nooaahh?"
"Yeah, Cordelie, I'm here. You don't have to worry, he won't touch you again." He leans my back against the wall, and the coolness of the tile feels amazing on my feverish skin. "I need you to be a good girl and hold on for me, okay? I need to make sure this fucker learns his lesson about touching what belongs to me."
"Noottt yoursss," I whisper, unsure if he's actually heard me, as he grabs the guy from the floor by the shirt and slams him back down, until his head collides against the tile floor. I'm mesmerized, watching it as if it's a movie and not actually happening, but as I feel warm blood splatter touching my legs, it causes further panic to rise. I need to get out of here and away from both of them.
"Lie to yourself all you want, sweet baby girl, but we both know the truth. You'll always belong to only me." He releases the piercing guy, and I catch a glimpse of his face. His nose is battered, and one of his cheeks looks sunken in, but what really has me screaming, and trying my best to get away from Noah, is the fact that he's sliced his mouth open until he has some sickJokersmile and blood is gushing everywhere. "Just one more second, sweetness. I want to carve off the fingers that dared to touch you." Oh my god, he’s lost his mind.
"HEELLPP!" I try to shout, but it's useless; my voice barely sounds like a whisper. Noah kicks at the guy's head as he screams and tries to pull his hand away from his grip, and all of a sudden, the room is filled with silence other than the rapid, heavy beating of my racing heart, and Noah's heavy breaths. He uses the large piece of mirror to saw mercilessly at the guy's fingers, then lets out a satisfied cry when he gets one free andinstantly gets to work on another. He's completely insane and lost in bloodlust. I've never seen him like this, and it's terrifying.
Blood slides across the dirty tile floor toward me, coating the back of my shoes and calves. Its warmth is as deceiving as it is gruesome. I'm going to die here in this bathroom after almost being raped. Noah's lost his damn mind, and both our sanities have left the building. "Almost done, Cordelie. Should we take them with us as mementos, baby?" I gag at the suggestion and feel spittle sliding down my chin. "I guess not. It's a bit of a shame to not keep one at least after all this effort, but I get it, baby. You won't want to remember this night." I hear the toilet flushing as my head spins and darkness threatens to take me.He's going to slice you up next, and you'll die here, pathetic and forgotten. No one will even look for you.
In the next moment, I'm being lifted gently from the floor and cradled against a warm body. My eyes flutter heavily, the room fading in and out as I fight hard against the overwhelming exhaustion. "It's okay, Cordelie. Go to sleep, and when you wake, I promise, baby, you'll be safe and home."
Home.Yes, I want to go home and forget this wretched night ever happened. I shouldn't trust Noah. He's a liar and betrayer, but at this moment, I do entrust him to keep me safe. It's the last thought I have before nothing but blackness greets me.
CHAPTER 15
NOAH
My rage is simmering like a pot of hot water that desires to boil over as I carry a limp Cordelie up the three flights of stairs to my shitty apartment, in my sketchy as fuck neighborhood. She didn't have a purse on her when I searched her after placing her in my car, and I don't remember seeing one on her when she was dancing. I would have taken her back to her place instead of here, but there was no way I was leaving her alone, or demanding her keys from Faye. The bitch wouldn't have given them to me anyway, and probably would have called the cops once she got a look at my blood-splattered body, or Cordelie's condition.
A few bystanders in the club's parking lot stared at us with suspicion as I cradled an unconscious Cordelie in my arms, but I must have terrified them with my menacing glare. No one dared to approach us or tried to stop me. No one was taking my sweet baby girl away from me, especially after what I walked in on.
I shift her slight weight in my arms, convinced that she's lost more weight than I initially thought as we make it to my floor. I grimace with annoyance that the fucker's blood is coating her legs and splattered on her sexy dress. I don't want anythingof his touching her. It instantly makes me want to return to the club and bash his head in, so I can see his brain matter splattered on that dirty bathroom floor. How fucking dare he think he could touch and attempt to rape her?! He's only still breathing because I realized he didn't manage to penetrate her, and her small cries and begging had me hesitating. One look at her underwear around her ankles and her ass on display had me losing my mind, and the demon that lives inside of me demanded to be allowed free to exact my revenge. A part of me wishes I hadn't listened to her pleading, and just ended his miserable life.
I walk through a large cobweb, the silken strands gripping my face and forcing a growl that disturbs Cordelie, who shifts uneasily in my arms.Fuck, this nasty place.My eyes scan the hallway with the faded, unclean carpet, cracking paint, and peeling wallpaper. Half the sconces and overhead lights have burnt out at some point, and the cheap-ass management never bothered to replace them. This is not a place that's fitting for someone like Cordelie to even breathe the toxic air, and I'm regretting bringing her here by the second. I reach my door, and the bright yellow eviction notice taped to it makes me even more furious.Motherfuckers.I cradle Cordelie tighter against my body as I rip it off the door, crumple it into my fist, and drop it on the floor, as I let myself inside my apartment. Good fucking luck to them trying to get me out of here, regardless of the fact that I haven't been able to pay my rent in months. I'm not fucking leaving. I have nowhere else to go.
"Nooo, don't," Cordelie mumbles, her dark brows furrowed and her lips tense as if she's in pain, as I quietly close and lock the door behind us. I lean forward and press my lips against her forehead, attempting to soothe her as I glance around my apartment, wondering where the hell I'm going to put her down.
"It's okay, sweet baby girl, you're safe." I use the back of my hand to push all the discarded clothes and dirty blankets off my lumpy pullout sofa, then place her down gently on the surface. I stare down at her with apprehension. She looks so small and pale against its surface. I drag my hands down my face, a wave of exhaustion sliding over me, and I observe with disgust that they're still covered in that fucker's blood.
Right, I have to get both of us cleaned up. I don't want Cordelie waking and seeing any of that. I go to turn away, but a thought leaks through my mind:Did that fucker drug her?Is that why she's so out of it? It can't just be the alcohol or the shock, because she would have been reactive already if it were just that. My hands tighten into fists at my sides, and I have to restrain myself from punching a wall.
"I'm going to find that fucker and make sure he never takes another breath," I grumble as I make my way to my tiny bathroom in search of towels to clean Cordelie up. I turn on the light and stare at my reflection in the mirror. The monster staring back at me is covered in dried blood splatter, my hair's a fucking mess, and my dark eyes look too prominent and sunken for my face. Underneath it all, however, I see a glimmer of satisfaction. Satisfaction that I got to my girl before any real damage could be done, and that fucker will be wearing the scars of attempting to hurt what's mine for the rest of his miserable life. However long that I continue to allow him to breathe for, that is.
I run the water, washing off my face and hands and stripping out of my clothes, leaving me only in my tight, black boxers, before finding a reasonably clean towel to wash Cordelie off with. I step back into the room, approaching her unconscious form with minor relief that she's still not awake. I know when she does come to, she's going to be hysterical, and want to get the fuck away from me. This is the longest and closest I've been ableto be with her since that night she realized what a piece of shit I am.
I crouch down, remove her heels, throw them over my shoulder, and start wiping down her shapely legs. The crimson marks come off easily, tainting the light grey towel with their essence. I stop when I reach the juncture of her thighs, my eyes taking in the creamy surface and the black lace panties she's wearing, her dress having ridden upwards. It was so hard not to be tempted back in the club's bathroom when I had to pull them up her legs, but I managed to resist my compulsive need to touch her. I glance back up at her face quickly to ensure she's still out, before reaching forward and dragging her underwear carefully down her legs. I know I shouldn't even be thinking of doing anything to her, but I can't help myself. It's been so long since I tasted her, and I've always been an addict where Cordelie is concerned.
My hands shake as I slowly allow them to trail up her inner thighs, nudging them further apart until I can see her pretty pussy. My tattoo-covered skin is such a mesmerizing contrast against her pale flesh that for a moment I just stare at it, taking it all in. My mouth salivates with the desire to taste her, just one lick, so I can be reminded of how she was always my favorite flavor. I lean forward, allowing my warm breath to caress her pussy lips, and watch with satisfaction as her skin pebbles with goosebumps. My hands open her wider for me until her lips part, and I can see the hint of her little clit. I use my thumbs to softly stroke her flesh and rub circles on her little nub, and her pelvis shifts below me. I press a kiss to her mound as I pick up speed, rubbing her clit, and feel her wetness begin to coat her cunt, making my mouth water with anticipation.
