"Did you brush my hair?" I whisper.
His hot breath on my neck makes it hard to focus, "It got a little tangled after our altercation."
Remember that Olive? He kidnapped you. Snap the fuck out of it.
I duck underneath his arms, backing up until my ass hits his solid wooden desk. I don't know where to go, where I am or what to do. I clench my legs together, testing for signs of soreness. I'm wet but that's my stupid vaginas doing. He pushes off the door his cock bulging in his sweatpants, "I didn't fuck you while you were out if that's what you're curious about."
I blush as he presses himself into me, I'm still high. Too high for all this bullshit, "Where is Trent?" I demand, if I'm being honest with myself I only kind of care about the answer.
Which I realize is wrong.
Noè's demeanor changes immediately, the coldness seeping back into his warm eyes, "I got you some food, I figured you'd be hungry since I interrupted your cute little dinner date." He reaches up gripping my chin and looking at my eyes again, "And went and got yourself stoned."
"You fucking drugged me, kidnapped me and my date! How am I the fucking one on trial here?" I shriek, pushing at his chest which doesn't move him and inch. So, I do it a few more times for good measure, he ignores me entirely.
"Come on Olive, you need something in your stomach or you'll get sick. You were out for longer than I thought you'd be." I look around searching for a clock, my eyes finally land on one I realize it's nearly midnight. My stomach growls loudly, I know there's little chance of me escaping him.
He wraps his arms around my waist shoving things out of the way before sitting me on his desk. His lips are on mine in an instant, his tongue lashing against my own.
Why am I doing this?
I hook my legs around his waist grinding into his hardened cock as he rubs against me. Just as desperate for my touch as I am for his. He groans against my lips, "You have no idea how much I've missed you."
My chest constricts, as I take in his statement. The weight of those words. Only just now realizing how much more this is than a weird infatuation with me. He has feelings… for me. I wish that didn't drive my need further. I wish it didn't make my sex throb against him.
Stupid ugly girl are you really that desperate for attention?
I'm playing with fire, and I should know how bad it hurts to be burned.I moan as he slips a hand under my dress, hooking his fingers in the lacey hem of my underwear and slipping the soaked fabric down my legs, leaving streaks of my arousal on my inner thighs as they go. His thumb finds my clit, drawing circles around it as I bite down on his lip. I know what he wants, what he needs from me. What I want to give to him. He knots his hand in the back of my hair exposing my neck to him as he marks my skin. Sucking and kissing all the way around my neck. I feel myself tighten as he slips two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out as I leak onto his desk. I drag my nails down his exposed back, the sound he makes in response has my core clenching around his fingers. Just as I feel my orgasm build, he pulls them out. I gasp at the sudden loss as he lifts me off his desk and backs up just staring at me.
"You need to eat doll; it's going to be a long night for you."
"What?" I back up leaning against the desk again as I trail my hand between my breasts, down to my sex. He's on me in a second gripping my wrists tightly, his hazel eyes burning with want,
"Go eat."
I groan in frustration, leaning forward until my forehead is pressed into his chest. He tenses for a moment, confused by my actions, so am I.I'm breathing heavily, my pulsing clit aches for a release that isn't coming. I'm high as fuck, scared, hungry and I need to pee.
I'm feeling too much to be aggressive right now.Aggression is the only language we speak, him and I are the same on that front. Whatever fucked up thing made Noè Arcuri is branded deep into my skin too. That's why I have to hate him, why I can't let him see those ugly parts of me that match him.
He wraps his arms around me so tightly it makes it hard to breathe but I don't care. I need a moment to get my thoughts organized, Noè's arms is as good a place as any to do it. He runs his fingers through my hair, his touch softer than anything I think I've ever experienced. He's a dangerous man, a murderer and he thinks he has feelings for me.
All because we thought the world was ending.
I pull myself from his arms, fixing my dress as I glance behind me at his desk. A smear of my arousal coats the expensive wood has my stomach knotting in embarrassment, "Oh God, I'm sorry."
I quickly jerk up the hem of my dress to wipe it off before Noè grips my chin again, turning me back to him with an amused look on his face. "You truly have no fucking clue how sexy you are do you?"
"I suppose not. Everything about all of this confuses me."
"I like you Olive, it's not rocket science. You're different, ignorant of your appeal. Beautiful and fucking vicious. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since you slammed your door in my face." His voice and eyes seem so... sincere. This strange, sweet side of him is part of what makes him so dangerous. He's a monster, a deadly and powerful man. It could all be a lie, a game so that he can lure me into a false sense of security before he slits my throat or worse uses me up and throws me out like yesterday's lunch.
A lonely, hopelessly romantic, damaged girl like me is the perfect prey for men like him.
It doesn't matter how he feels or how I think I could feel about him. This can't happen. Not ever. He's wrong for me so fucking wrong. My parents were unsuspecting victims of the corruption and filth that the mafia spews around this city, I'm determined not to meet the same fate as them. I pull away and walk towards the bedroom, heading onto the conjoined bath locking the door behind me. When the tears drip onto the counter I don't even understand why I'm crying.
Whatever he has in store for me tonight, I need to get it over with. I need to leave this city.
After I emerge from the bathroom, the bedroom is blessedly empty, I walk out of the false sense of security it offered me hesitantly never sure what to expect with him.