I raise the shard, aiming for his neck this time, but he grabs my wrist and spins me, slamming me into the wall.
Without a second thought, I drive my knee up into his balls hard.
He falters just a little, his blood dripping onto me as he takes my hand and slams it back into the wall.
I hold on tighter until he slams it again. Pain radiates through my hand as the mirror drops.
"That was very fucking stupid," he says, one hand keeping my wrist pinned to the wall, the other grabbing my throat. His fingers dig into either side.
And I hate the way heat flows through my body and straight to my core, arousal dripping down my thighs.
Noah smirks, his eyes shining bright. "If I touched that sweet little pussy of yours, would it be soaking wet right now?"
I knee him again, jerking as soon as he doubles over.
His hands drop, and I rush out from around him, lunging for the door.
Hands grab my waist, and I'm hauled back and thrown on the bed.
Noah flips me onto my back, climbing on top of me and pinning me down.
I reach out, slapping him and leaving a bloody handprint on the side of his face.
"So, we're slapping now?" He cocks his head to the side, evil glittering in his eyes as his hard cock digs into me. He shifts, pinning one of my arms beneath his body, grabbing the other wrist and hauling it high above my head. "Should I chain you up again? Toss you back in with the body and forget to feed you?"
"Bastard."
His lips skim my jaw. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."
"Fuck you."
He chuckles, dragging my earlobe between his teeth, biting down hard before letting it go. "You couldn't handle me."
I writhe beneath him, turned on and pissed off all at the same time.
I shouldn't be turned on by him at all, but there's something about the way he takes control and throws me around.
His blood smears with mine as he presses closer into me. "Your pussy is aching for me, isn't it?"
Maybe I could spin this in my favor. Throw him off guard. Get him hooked on me. Use my body for more than what I was planning.
It'd be lying to say the idea didn't thrill me just a little.
I gaze up at him, matching the look he gives me. "My mouth, actually. But I can't handle you, right?"
He smirks, fingers trailing down the side of my body, teasing the underside of my boob. "No. You couldn't."
"Prove it."
I know men like him. They can't resist a challenge.
A couple of seconds later, his mouth is on mine, lips moving in time, demanding more when he bites my bottom lip, his body easing off mine a little.
My hands are free, so I run them beneath his shirt, the feeling of his taut muscles beneath my skin doing wonders for the pool of arousal between my thighs.
His teeth sink into my bottom lip, drawing a gasp out of me.
I'm aching as I roll my hips, grinding into the hard cock pressing against my leg.
