Page 29 of Sire: On Your Knees

There was no way I was allowing anyone else to see or know how perfect she was. Noticing my bodyguard Tyson was more focused on Noonie than the task I'd given him, I marched over. "I suggest you turn your eyes away. You're looking at what happened to the last nigga who dared to look at her for too long."

I kept my threat low so she didn't hear me. By how quickly he dropped his eyes to the floor, I knew my point was made. I didn't wanna go around murkin' niggas for not being able to take their eyes off her, but I would. My mistake had me on edge. Anyone could get it right now.

By the time I turned back around, Noonie was dressed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her away. We left through the back door and headed straight for my blacked-out Eskimo truck.

Noonie snatched away from me. "Don't fucking touch me!" she yelled defiantly.

My driver was still there waiting and hopped inside when he saw me approaching. Noonie pushed past me to climb inside and slam the door in my face. She was pissed, and rightfully so. I was already hating myself for what I almost made her do just to protect my feelings. It was all useless because my efforts had backfired by hurting me more than anyone else involved.

Noonie kept her eyes out the window the entire drive home. I allowed it while I tried to get my thoughts together. Every time I glanced in her direction, I felt a pang in my heart. And this rage that was damn near uncontrollable. I balled my hands into fists, resting them on my knees.

When we arrived at The Mallory, Noonie hopped out before the truck was in park. She didn't wait for me as she headed straight for the elevator and left me behind. My head slammed into the headrest. I sighed heavily and ran my hand down my face. I felt like shit. My fear had probably ruined her for life. She'd never get over this.

After a while, I finally left the truck behind, and I headed upstairs. My feet carried me to her room, and as expected, she had the door closed, which was probably locked, too. I could hear water running in the bathroom. I knocked loudly and took a step back. She snatched the door open a few seconds later.

"What? You ready to take me back to the club and slut me out some more?" She was seething while crying.

I frowned. "Don't ever say no shit like that again."

Noonie's attitude was pissing me off, even though I knew I was in the wrong. I hated that she was upset with me. I'd never seen this side of her, and I didn't like it.

She laughed hollowly. "That's how you get a return on your investment, right?"

My lips opened to tell her it was wrong to say that because she meant so much more to me than that. I swallowed the truth, unable to reveal the depth of my admiration for her. Even knowing it was hurting her. My silence detonated her sanity as she charged at me.

"You couldn't admit how you really feel about me, so you were going to force me to give myself to another man. I hate you!" Noonie tried to swing at me, but I captured her hands and trapped her between the wall and my body.

I dropped my forehead on hers. The minty scent wafting from her breath told me she was in the bathroom brushing her teeth when I came in. "I know. You should hate me. I'm not good for you."

She continued to try to fight against me, but I didn't allow her to move. I dug my fingers into her hair and turned her head to the side. My lips landed on her neck as I began to suckle her flesh.

"I know he never would’ve made that pussy cream like me." She moaned softly, trying her hardest to resist, but we both knew I owned her body. "He couldn’t take his time with you. Learn all the ways to make you tremble and moan. 'Cause I'm the only man that can do that. Let me take care of you, Noonie."

She shook her head with tears still staining her cheeks. "No, you don't want me."

I took her hand and placed it on my hard dick. "Does it feel like I don't want you?"

Feeling Sire's hard dick pissed me off because my body instantly craved to feel him. His lips trailed down my neck to my nipples. My body trembled from the warmth and tension of wanting to resist him, arousing me but feeling powerless to fight it. I tried to fight against him again. It was useless. He'd already decided what he wanted to do.

"I can't let you go without feeling you." The bass of his voice set my soul on fire.

I nibbled on my bottom lip, barely breathing as his mouth latched back onto my nipple. The longer he sucked and massaged my breasts, the quicker my resolve melted until I became putty in his hands. "I need you."

"And I hate you. Leave me alone." I turned to walk back into the room, intending to slam the door in his face, but he was right there.

I yelped when Sire scooped me up like I weighed nothing. He carried me the rest of the way to my bed and tossed me on it. "Leave you alone for what? I know you want this dick. I bet if I talk to that pussy, she'll be begging for me to put the tip in."

I scoffed with a roll of my eyes. "Boy, please. She's drier than the Sahara right now."

"Let me see."

I shook my head as Sire stalked toward me. My attempt to crawl away was futile because he grabbed my foot and pulled me to the edge of the bed. In a swift motion, he pushed my thong to the side, revealing what we both knew... my pussy was far from dry. She was soaked, hot, and fiending for him.

He eased a finger inside of me with a smirk. "That's what I thought. This pussy can't get enough of me."

"But I can," I venomously spat despite how good his finger stroking in and out of me felt.

He looked up at me and frowned. "Shut up before I put something in your mouth to make you shut up."

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