“You’re acting like one!”
“You’re driving me insane!”
“You’re suffocating me!”
He drops his head like I have broken something inside of him, something that can’t be repaired with pretty words. Fuck, fucking Kai. He’s not even here and yet he’s fucking everywhere.
Four years and I still feel like no time has passed at all, Noah is looking at me like I can be saved but I’m not so sure I can.
“Scarlett,” he breathes softly. “You said this is what you wanted, this life. Everything we have here. If you don’t want it?—.”
I raise my head slowly and finally look at him, really look at him like I’m seeing him for the first time and I see the man who found me in the dark, rain splashing down body, a light in the dark when I ran from the blood and the horror that night.
“I do.” I whisper, I’m not sure if what I am telling him is the truth but Noah is safe, he loves me, this is better than nothing right?
His brows furrow as he looks at me, trying to assess if what I am saying is the truth and I hear him sigh as he closes the distance between us, his arms wrap around me and I nestle my face in the crook of his neck while his runs his fingers lightly up and down my back. “Scarlett, what am I going to do with you.” Those words are the kindest I have heard all night and something breaks in my chest and pain erupts from my throat.
“Scarlett, baby.” I can’t look at him so I try burrow when tighter into his neck. “Scarlett, look at me.” I shake my head. “Scarlett,” he sighs.
I raise my head and look at him through misty eyes and feel the tears drip down my cheeks, his eyes soften and I hate the look of pity that shows on his face.
“I don’t like seeing you sad.”
“I’m not sad.” I try to lie.
He places two fingers gently beneath my chin and tips my face towards his, his lips crash against mine, forcing my lips to open. “Noah…I don’t?—.”
His fingers graze my shoulders as he slides the straps of my dress down my arms. “Noah—no,” I gasp into his mouth.
“Shhhh baby, I am going to make it all better,” he whispers against my lips.
His hands move to my waist the silk of the dress bunched into his fists as he walks me backwards towards the bed. “Noah.” I plead.
I feel his hands slide up my thighs, curving them against my ass and lifting me in the air, I should stop him, I should stop this. This isn’t what I need, but I also don’t know what I need…Kai.
I shake my head hoping his name will drop out of my head but it won’t it plays on repeat.
He lays me and the bed and I try crawl away, just to put some space between us but he grabs my ankle and puts me back where I was, I look at him and the kind, sweet man that I thought I was marrying looks feral and hungry.
I should want this. I should want him. I should be enjoying this, the way he’s taking charge but all I can think of are iron gates opening, boots on pavement and that smirk that Kai used to give me when he was about to play a game only he could win.
“Please, Noah, I don’t think—” His hands are all over my body dragging the dress down my body. “Noah, stop.” He looks at me and then he smirks. “Noah, this isn’t right.” I plead.
His hands glide down my hips teasing the band of my silk panties. “Not right?” He raises a brow and his fingers slide across my pussy and I shiver. “You are going to be my wife.” His fingers slide over the silk once more teasing me. “Is this not my right?” I shake my head. “You will be my wife, you will standby my side, you will not think disgusting fucking thoughts about your step-brother.”
I shake my head, “I don’t—Noah please.”
He smiles then, “You will lay in our bed and you will let your husband to be fuck him out of your system.” I shake my head. “Yes, Scarlett.” He rasps. “Fuck, do you know how beautiful you look right now.” His fingers grip the silk and tear at the material until it rips away.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “So fucking pretty.” His fingers trail the length of my thighs and my body is a fucking traitor because a gasp squeezes past my lips.
“Noah, we argued tonight—” He nods in agreement as his large hands wrap around my thighs pulling my legs apart. “I don’t think this is the best time—.” His fingers hit my pussy and I gasp.
“Fuck, baby, you’re fucking soaking.” I whimper as his fingers slide through my folds, the wet sound is almost obscene, my back arches and I want to tell him to stop but all that comes out is a traitorous moan.
“Noah,” I gasp. His fingers slide inside and I nearly lose my damn mind. “Fuck,” I gasp.
“That’s right, baby, there’s the Scarlett I love.” Love. He says it like it’s easy for him to say. Love. His fingers slide deeper curling just right that the tremors slide through my legs feeling every fucking sensation I don’t want.
