Page 34 of Be Mine

Holy fuck.I think I squirted.

“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Noah groans, gritting his teeth and burying himself to the hilt, tumbling off the cliff with me. He whimpers as his cock pulses, spilling inside me.

His weight comes down on me, pushing me further into the mattress. He’s solid and heavy, our bodies coated in sweat, our frantic hearts beating in time with one another. He doesn’t move to pull out, merely propping himself on his elbows so we can stare into each other’s eyes. I could get lost in those blue eyes; I’d succumb to whatever damnation they offered me.

My fingers reach up, pushing the damp strands away from his brow, absorbing this moment. It’s suicide falling for a person like him. He’s what goes bump in the night, the boogeyman your parents warn you about, but I’ve always been inexplicably tethered to the dark. I would rather live in the shadows with him.

“I’m sorry.” I want him to know I’m with him in this, even if I seemed uncertain at his home.

Furrowing his brows, he rests his forehead against mine. “Stop apologizing, Frankie.”

“I want to. Everything that happened at your house. It was so much to take in at once, and your methods for romanticizing a girl are definitely unconventional…” I trail off, my voice laced with humor. “But I feel the same. I know now you left the ball in my court when we went to the police station. And I waited for you outside. For as long as I could. I was worried you were arrested or decided to up and leave…”

I know he told me he couldn’t let me go, but I also think he wanted me to choose him. That’s why he kidnapped me. To show me what we could be if I gave him the chance. He’s a romantic, in his own twisted way.

His arms wrap around me in a tight hold, pulling me even closer to him.

“I knew you never told Barde anything. And then I saw you at my house today,” he whispers against my neck.

“How? Your neighbor said you weren’t home.”

“Cameras, baby.” I feel the slight tilt of his lips against my skin.

“So, you broke into my apartment?” My arms find their way around his sculpted back, rippling with muscles under my palms.

“Mmm.” Raising his head, he regards me carefully. “Three days away from you was too long. After having a taste, I’m even more obsessed, if that was even possible.” He nips at my jaw and down my neck to emphasize his words. “But I had some things to take care of, and I wanted to give you time. To choose for yourself. To choose me.” Nuzzling into him, I soak in his confession. “The new locks and security cameras your landlord had installed are crap, by the way. I was able to overridethe system in minutes, and the locks were too easy to pick. It’s not safe here.”

I can’t help but laugh. “It's not safe from monsters like you.”

“That’s right, and you’ll do good to remember that. You’re never safe from me. Nothing can keep me away.”

I squeal as he pretends to ravage me like the predator he is.

We tussle in the sheets. He feigns defeat as I roll on top of him, pinning his arms to the pillows, but it’s short-lived. Noah doesn’t give up control easily. Soon, I’m underneath him again, his legs wrapped around mine, my wrists pinned above my head. He’s semi-hard and lined up in just the right spot. If I moved my hips just a bit…

Noah groans, shifting on top of me, and peppering me with kisses before he pulls away.

Sitting up, I watch as he bends over the side of the bed to pick up his clothing. “What is it?”

“I have a body in the back of my truck I need to get rid of.”

“You what?”

“Yeah. Thankfully it’s cold, so it won't smell…”

“You’re joking.”

He angles his head towards me, a glint of mischief flashing in his eyes.

“Whose body?”

“Best not to ask.”

Epilogue

Noah

“That’s the last of it.” I slide the box on top of the stack sitting in the living room. It’s been a month since Valentine’s Day and Frankie has finally moved in.

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