Page 32 of Wicked Games We Play
Noah.
The sound of his voice sent an electric shock straight to my core.How did he know which club I was at?Turning my head slowly, my eyes met Noah’s and my lips parted at the sight of him. What was he doing here? Had he come here because of me? Because of our game? My heart fluttered at the thought.
Angelo’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Noah, not backing down and puffing his chest like he had a prize to win. “Gorgeous girl, who is this?”
“Her boyfriend,” Noah snarled.
“You should have led with the fact that you have a boyfriend,” Angelo retorted, refusing to look away from me.
“I don’t ha—” I argued, but Noah spoke over me.
“She does—and that’s a very fucking bold move to sit here and call hergorgeousright in front of the man who just offered to send you straight to hell himself.”
Angelo chuckled darkly. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with, but I’m going to let you win this one,mio amico. Since the lady said it was time for her to head home.” He turned to me, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips. He pressed a kiss to it while looking up and meeting my eyes. “Forse stanotte mi sognerai.”
I had no idea what that meant, but the look in his eyes told me it was more than just ‘nice to meet you.’
Angelo dropped my hand and slowly walked away. My eyes darted from Noah to Angelo, my mouth slack from the shock of what just unfolded. Noah’s fists clenched, and he took a step to follow, but I grabbed his forearm to stop him.
“Don’t,” I warned, “it’s not worth it.”
Noah cast his gaze down to my hand on his arm before dragging them upward to meet my eyes. The milk chocolate turned dark as rage dimmed the glimmer that was so often there.
“You’re fucking done here, Lily. Let’s go,” he spat, his body quaking with fury.
He was mad?Him?
Iwas the one who should be mad. And I was. He was telling me I was “done here” like I was a child who had spent too much time at the carnival and it was now time to go home. Who did he think he was, telling me when I was done somewhere? That’s not how this worked.
I was done here?No. No I didn’t think I was. I didn’t come here with him and I certainly wouldn’t be leaving with him.
Turning my attention back to the drink in my hand, I chugged the rest and placed it back down onto the bar in front of me. My thumb caught a bead of condensation that rolled down the glass. “No, I think I’m quite happy right here. Thanks.”
“It wasn’t a suggestion. We’re leaving.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me from the barstool I had taken up residence on, and began tugging me behind him as he weaved through the countless bodies who were dancing and drinking. His nails dug into my wrist, his hold on me tight, bordering on painful, but I didn’t dare say a word. He glanced down at me as I followed him.
Biting my tongue, I held back a complaint and a slew of curse words. Anything said now would only add more fuel to the fire and, as ready as I was to throw gasoline on it, I could wait until we were somewhere that I wouldn’t have to yell over music.
When we finally made it to the side doors of the club, he threw them open, pulling me outside with him. The cold air hit my face and sent a shiver through me, but I didn't have time to process the temperature before Noah spun me and pinned my body with his against the side of the building. My cheek pressed against the cool bricks and he held both of my wrists in one hand, while his other slammed above my head, caging me in.
“What the fuck, Noah,” I growled at him, a sound that I wasn’t even aware that I could produce. Anger turned to rage as I fought to get my wrists free.
His mouth hovered by my ear, the warmth of his breath giving me chills. “I should ask you the same,gorgeous girl,”he mocked.“What the fuck was that in there? Did you truly believe I wouldn’t react to that picture you sent me? He’s lucky he still has ownership of his fucking hands after touching my woman.”
“I’m not yours,” I scoffed, annoyed at his audacity. “And you sound like a caveman.”
“Whatever helps you sleep better at night, Flower.”
“How can I be yours when you won’t even sleep with me, Noah?”
His grip on my wrists tightened, and he pressed his body into mine. I felt the hard length in his pants against my lower back and a soft moan escaped my lips unintentionally.
“Is that what you want, Lily? You want my cock?” He circled his hips, grinding into my backside.
“Yes.” The word left my lips in a breathy groan, my body melting against the cold bricks. He shifted closer, pushing his erection even harder against me. “That’s exactly what I want, Noah. I thought I already made that clear?”
His hand released my wrists and slid into the waistband of my jeans, mirroring the picture I had sent him earlier, but they didn’t stop at the top of my panties like Angelo’s had. Instead, Noah pushed in further, his calloused hand sliding along my skin in the most delicious way. “You want my cock right here?” he asked, tapping his finger against my slit, rubbing it in my wetness. “In this dirty alleyway where anyone could walk by and see? You want to be fucked against the wall like you’re just some random bitch I picked up for a one-night stand?”
“Yes,” I moaned, my core aching at his filthy words. My hands flattened against the wall as I braced myself. I wanted nothing more than for him to take me against this wall and finally stake his claim, even though I knew I was nowhere ready to fully be his. “Pull my jeans down,please.”
