Page 17 of Treacherous

His eyes danced with humor and the way he lazily traced his finger on my bare arm had my body in flames. I shoved him hard in the chest. He didn't budge.Damn he-man animal…

"Have you thought of how you'd like to pay me back?" His lips were just shy of touching mine.

"I have actually," I breathed. "And it involves you kissing my ass."

Pulling back from my face Noah raised his brows and smirked. "You want me to dowhatto your ass?" The way he said it, loud enough for our classmates nearby to hear, was disgusting enough, but the sincerity in his voice when he spoke was just evil.

"Bastard." I was fairly certain all the blood in my body had rushed to my face and when Noah stepped closer I swelled with rage…at least it felt like rage.

Holy hell, my body was on fire.

I was pulsing…actually throbbing down there and had to clench my thighs together to get some relief.

This was completely abnormal behavior on my vagina's part considering Liam had wasted numerous nights over the course of our relationship trying to get a response with his nimble fingers but to no success.

Nothing. Nada. Nil.

But apparently all Noah Messina had to do was press against me and my vagina welcomed him like the prodigal prick.

I felt weirdly betrayed by my body.

"Don't be ashamed, Thorn," Noah purred before touching my butt cheek. "I can do all types of things to your ass."

I don’t doubt it…

"Remove your hand from my ass," I warned him as I dropped my hand to his crotch and squeezed, not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to surprise him. "Or I'll remove your chances of fatherhood."

My face flamed and I was the one who was surprised when I felt just how much ofhimwas in my hand…

Noah must have heard the promise in my words, felt it in my touch, because he removed his hand from my ass and backed away slowly.

"You're not afraid of me, are you?" he mused softly as he studied my face.

"Should I be?" I heard myself asking, eyes locked on his.

Noah's brow creased and his tone was oddly serious when he said, "You need to walk away from me, Thorn – before I get addicted."

What the hell?

"Before you get addicted to what, hurting me?" I shot back, truly having no idea what part of my body this bullshit was spewing from.

"Amongst other things," he replied quietly.

"I bet I can hurt you more." I had absolutely no idea why I said that or why I grinned evilly when Noah's face reddened, but my mouth seemed to be suffering from a serious case of verbal diarrhea. "And I've got plenty more paint – just in case the rest of your car needs a makeover."

Noah narrowed his eye in challenge. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Thorn," he told me as he shot me a dark look that said I'm not done with you – not by a long shot.

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I was used to having P.E with boys, my old school had been co-ed, but one particular boy in my class made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

The way Noah Messina stared at me, smirking maliciously whenever I caught him watching me, was shameless and utterly unsettling.

And why was the teacher allowing him to smoke on the side-lines? If we were caught with a box of cigarettes in my old school it meant immediate suspension.

What the hell was he doing in high-school anyway? He looked like he belonged in a gym – or a prison cell…

Noah caught my eye and rubbed his thumb against his fingers, the universal gesture of money, before raising his brows expectantly at me.

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