Page 15 of Touchdowns and Tinsel

Her cheeks heat slightly, and she raises an eyebrow. “You again... Q?" She asks curiously, and when I don't answer, she begins to grow even more worried.

I smirk, wanting to play with her a bit. “Who is this Q?”

Her smile falters momentarily, caught off guard, but then she straightens. “He's no one. Nevermind,” she teases, and that spark of defiance ignites something wild within me.

“Is that what we're doing now, playing fucking games?” I counter, stepping closer, the crowd above us fading into a distant hum.

Her eyes widen slightly, realization dawning as the implications of my words settle in. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she stammers, but the teasing tone betrays her.

She bites her lip, glancing back toward the door that will take her to the safety of her car, uncertainty evident in her expression.

“I think you do,” I press, watching her reactions like a hawk. “Oh, and those pants, Noelle... they really leave little to the imagination. Tell me, are you wearing panties underneath them?"

Her eyes widen again, and she sucks in a breath, growing even more nervous with each passing second.

"Are you sure you're not Q?" She asks in a soft whisper, biting her glossy lip as I drag my fingers down the front of her body, teasing her.

"I have no idea who this Q is, but I can assure you, I'm not him."

"Are you ever going to tell me who you are or what you want? Why have you been following me?"

I grab her throat, catching her off guard, and the look in her eyes is enough to make me come. I can feel the rapid pulsing of her veins beneath my fingertips as I squeeze her throat even tighter, forcing my hand beneath the tight elastic band of her leggings. Her eyes, even though they're still wide with fear, roll back as my hand dips lower and lower, my fingers dancing over her bare cunt, smoothly shaved and already dripping.

"You sure ask a lot of fucking questions for someone who refuses to answer mine," I bite viciously, running two fingers up and down the slit of her pussy lips, feeling her tense body trembling against mine, still pinned to the wall.

"You're so fucking pretty, Little Freak. That face you make, when my fingers dip in and out of this soaking wet, tight cunt, it drives me fucking wild," I grunt in her ear, grinning under the mask as her hands grasp at the wall, desperate to find something to hold onto.

"I... I need to go," she pants, trying to catch her breath and remain calm at the same time.

Trying to push me away, her hand grazes across my abdomen, and the feeling of my tight muscles has her gulping, her mouth dryer than a bone. Giving up, I pull my hand out of her leggings and push my fingers into her mouth, squeezing her lips shut around them.

"You want to leave, then fucking clean my fingers, you dirty fucking whore," I command in a dominant tone, my playful demeanor gone.

As she looks into my eyes through the mask, her tongue slowly begins licking the length of my fingers, swirling around them seductively. In the mood to fuck with her some more, I push them in deeper, making her gag as the tips press against the back of her throat, teardrops falling from her icy blue eyes. She tries to push me away and pull my fingers out of her mouth, but I inchthem in even more, sliding them down the start of her throat until she gags again.

"I can give you something to really gag on, Noelle," I whisper, finally easing my fingers out of her mouth so she can breathe.

She glares at me, wiping the spit from her lips as she smooths out her jacket and pushes past me. "I said I have to leave." She quickly rushes away, never looking back.

As I follow behind her, keeping my distance, I pull out my phone and send a message to Ryder, telling him to get the chloroform ready since she's heading outside. This is it. In just a few short minutes, Noelle will be completely at my mercy, bound, gagged, and knocked out. It's fucking exhilarating.

A burst of cold air smacks me in the face as I step outside, even with my mask on, making a light shiver rock my body. She still hasn't looked behind her, most likely because she's afraid that I'll still be following her.

Taking out her keys, she hits the unlock button on the key fob, aiming it for her car at the other end of the parking lot.

With quick steps, she tries to rush to her car, completely unaware of the other masked man running up behind her—the one with the soaked rag in his hand. I walk in slow steps, intriguingly watching the scene unfold in front of me.

Even with the mask on his face, I can tell that it's Aiden from the way he walks. My heart pounds and excitement courses through me as I fixate my eyes on Noelle, completely unaware that Aiden is now right behind her, his arm raised, ready to wrap around the front of her.

And that's exactly what he does. He snatches her and tugs her against his body, bringing the chloroform-soaked rag in front of her face, pressing it over her mouth and nose so the chemical is all she's breathing in during the struggle. She puts up a fight—and a good one too—but against the chloroform, she really has no chance. It doesn't take long for her to go completely limp inAiden's arms, succumbing to the potent odor of the chemicals. He picks her up and carries her to the waiting car, giving me a head nod. I quicken my stride, meeting him at the car, opening the trunk so he can place her inside. I stare down at her, aroused by the sight of her passed out and helpless, completely unaware of what's about to happen. I brush the hair out of her face and trace over her lips with my finger, obsessing over my stepmother briefly before finally closing the trunk and getting into the drivers seat.

"One of you needs to get in her car and drive it back to the house. We can't leave it here or people will start asking questions," I tell the three of them, finally removing my mask, able to take deep breaths again.

"I'll do it," Hudson volunteers. "Are you following me there or?"

"Yeah, we'll follow you, and once you park it in the garage, hop in so we can get moving to the cabin."

Hudson nods and walks back towards Noelle’s car, his heart racing with excitement and mischief. As I watch him disappear into the darkness, I take a moment to compose myself, feeling the weight of what we've just done settle in. There’s a strange mix of exhilaration and looming guilt brewing in my chest, but there's no turning back now. I glance at Aiden and Ryder, both wearing expressions of eager anticipation.

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