Page 156 of All Your Hate

Noah doesn’t make room for me to walk past him in the doorway and our bodies brush. I have to bite my tongue so I don’t let out the whimper just under the surface trying to slip out.

“You sure you don’t want me to join you tonight? I can smell your pussy from here,” he growls and there goes my whimper. He doesn’t miss it and he grabs me by the throat, pinning me against the wall with his knee lodged firmly between my legs.

“Noah. Please,” I whisper.

“Please what? Fuck you? It’s all I can fucking think about, little viper. It’s been agony not being able to touch you. To barely speak to you. Let. Me. In.” He grinds out each word as he shoves his knee higher against my pussy.

Bringing my hand to his face, I trace my fingers over the scar cutting across his cheekbone and eyebrow. It’s a nasty gash, an odd disfigurement to his once perfectly symmetrical face. I’m sure some people would call it ugly, but I think he looks more stunning than ever. “I can’t. It—it hurts too much. You think I don’t miss you as well? I wouldn’t be living here if I hated you.”

His eyes flash and I know I’ve just given him everything he wants. When he opens his mouth to kiss me I notice something shiny.

“What is that?” I ask. With a deliciously depraved smile on his face, he pushes his tongue out achingly slowly.

A new piercing.

“It’s for you, my love. For when you’re ready to let me taste you again. With this, you’ll always know it’s me between your legs. Even when you’re sleeping.”

My breath hitches. That shouldn’t make me want him more. It should repulse me, but fuck he did that for me.

“I’m doing everything I can to make it up to you. I’ve given you all the space you want, but I know it’s not what you really need. So tell me what it is you truly desire.”

The pulse between my legs and the lack of oxygen as he squeezes my throat are making my lust-filled brain feel fuzzier.

“I—I…”

“Tell me I’m yours.” Grinding his forehead against mine, he sounds desperate and my heart aches for him. For us.

Just tell him. What harm could it do?

But I’m too fucking stubborn.

I keep my mouth shut and slowly rock my hips, dragging my pussy back and forth along his knee. A growl rumbles through his chest as he looks down. His hand squeezes tighter until my head throbs and my throat closes up.

“Use me, my love. Take everything you desire from me.” My hips seem to have a mind of their own as they buck harder on him. He’s not doing a damn thing, just watching as I get myself off. The rough barrier of lace and denim against my pussy pushes me to the edge. My orgasm is right there, but it still feels so out of reach.

Placing my hand over his on my throat, I tug at his fingers. Not to get him to stop. I need him inside me. Like always, he knowsjust what I’m desperate for. “You want me inside you.” Slowly he unlatches from my throat and as I gasp for air he shoves three of his long fingers inside. I gag on them and immediately start to suck.

Every worry in my mind vanishes. There’s only me and him.

“Come for me,” he commands and my entire world breaks apart. My body crumbling for him. My pussy aching to be filled as I come hard for us both. He makes a strangled noise deep in his throat and I look down to see his pants darken as he comes with me.

I’m unable to stop myself from grinding against him. My eyes roll back and I come again. My body in overdrive with pleasure. The thought of him coming for me like that without so much as a finger on him is intoxicating.

“Thank you,” he breathes against my neck, his lips pressed against my scars.

I pull his fingers from my mouth and blush hard. “This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven.”

“I know, but it’s a start.” His smug smile is back and I have to bite back a grin of my own.

Pushing at his chest he gets the hint and puts me down. On shaky legs, I head towards the stairs and he calls after me. “Let me take you on a date.”

I stop, but don’t turn to face him. “You want a date? Like a real date?” I wasn’t even sure if he was the dating type, all our previous ones have been somewhat unconventional.

“Yes. This weekend when Summer’s at Charlie’s.”

Finally, I turn to him and I see just how serious he is.

“No…no killing?” I ask quietly so Summer doesn’t hear and his wicked smile sets my insides ablaze.

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