Page 45 of Deadly Secrets

He put his right hand in one of his pockets and took out a red silk scarf. After moving us toward the dining room, he instructed me to sit just by the edge of the table. He grabbed the silk scarf and placed it over my eyes, blinding me. The room immediately went dark. He lifted my skirt and removed my underwear. My heart was beating faster, and my breathing was quickening. I was unsure of what he was doing when I suddenly heard a chair dragged against the floor before me.

“Spread your legs for me, Sienna. I didn’t have lunch today, and I’m starving.”

I did as I was told.

“Good girl,” he praised.

A second later, his mouth was between my legs, licking my entrance. A moan escaped my lips. He was very good at it. Very good. He ate me out like I was his favorite meal. At first, he licked me with long and slow movements, circling and flicking his tongue on my clit or sucking lightly. But when I started grinding against his face, his pace changed. More demanding. He gripped my hips with both hands, pushing me closer to him. I fisted both hands in his hair, forcing him against my pussy, my orgasm building.

“Noah…please. Oh my God.” My pussy clenched as I rode my climax, screaming his name.

“Bend over the table. I’m not done with you yet.” He removed the blindfold and used it to tie my hands behind my back.

“Look at you. You are so beautiful,” he said, running his hands over my back until he reached my ass and spanked me.

I let out a small cry of pleasure.

“Do you like being tied up and at my mercy?”

“I love this side of you, Noah. Love when you go all feral on me.”

He unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them and his boxers down to his ankles. With my upper body completely laid over the table, Noah spread my legs a little wider while rolling a condom down his length. It was hard and ready. He held me in place with one hand on my lower back while he lined up the tip of his cock.

“I’m going to fuck your pussy until you scream my name over and over again. I want the entire building to hear that you’re mine.” With one deep thrust, he shoved his dick inside me. “Fuck, Sienna, you feel so good.” His hold on my hips tightened, ensuring I’d wake up with bruises in the morning. He started pounding hard and fast, his cock pushing in and out rhythmically. Noah wasn’t a sweet lover. He was wild, and his groans filled the entire apartment. Reaching down between my legs, he pressed his two middle fingers on my clit, circling my bundle of nerves with firm and fast movements while he continued fucking me against the table.

“That’s it. Look at me, Sienna,” he demanded. “Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

I turned my face to meet his eyes. “Oh my God, Noah.” Every inch of my body felt alive as I pushed back my hips to meet each of his thrusts. “Noah…”

“Yes. Scream my name, princess. Let everyone know who owns you.”

The second orgasm was sharp, like something exploded deep down in my core. I closed my eyes from the intensity that came from both his cock hitting that sweet spot and from his fingers working the apex between my thighs. It didn’t take long for him to climax, too. Driving himself deep and hard, he suddenly growled, slowing the pace until his body collapsed on top of me.

“I don’t want your ego to get any bigger, but that was probably the best orgasm of my life. I know I keep saying that, but fucking hell…” I stated. “Let me know next time you want to play more games because I’m all in.”

Noah laughed while he pulled out and threw the condom in the trash can. He gently removed the scarf from my wrists, put it back in his pocket, and yanked my underwear from the floor.

“I don’t know about you, but all these games make me hungry. Wanna order some pizza? We can play more games later,” he proposed with a wink.

“Pepperoni, please, classic crust. I’m going to take a shower, but make yourself at home.” I walked to my bedroom, took a pair of leggings and a baggy T-shirt from the first drawer, and placed them on the toilet seat.

The warm water was incredibly soothing. Apparently, great sex, a warm and relaxing shower, and the prospect of eating pizza were all I needed to turn around a very stressful day at college. It took me about half an hour to wash my hair, exfoliate my skin, and apply my favorite shea butter body milk. The fact that Noah was probably bored waiting in the living room didn’t bother me because sometimes a girl just needed a bit of pampering to feel like herself again.

The doorbell rang. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my body, and slightly opened the door. Sticking my head out, I yelled, “Can you open the door? I have some cash in my purse if you haven’t paid online.”

I put my clothes on and dried my hair with the towel until it was damp. When I opened the bathroom door, Noah sat on my bed holding a black dahlia and a note.

“How many of these have you received?” he asked.

I froze on the spot, unsure of how to approach the conversation. I’d considered telling Noah about the one I received on Halloween, but I’d come to accept that it might have been part of the hazing. Apparently, I was wrong.

“Two,” I replied. “This is the third one.”

“When did you receive the second one, and why didn’t you tell me?”

“On Halloween, but I thought it was part of the hazing after what happened that night. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to worry about me.”

“Of course, I’ll worry about you. I care about you, Sienna, and that includes your safety.”

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