Natalie
Noah isn't saying a word. His lips are silent. And somehow, that is worse than hearing him speak. My throat is dry, and my heart seems to beat in a rhythm of dread.
I push Felix away. "Get off me."
Felix narrows his eyes but turns his head towards Noah. "Women, am I right?"
Noah doesn't reply. He crosses his arms under his chest, and Felix takes that as a sign to leave. His eyes glance between us. I can tell he wants to know what is going on, but he isn't brave enough to ask.
"I will see you again," Felix says when he is by the stairs. "My feisty yet beautiful Natalie Gracen."
He laughs, and Noah takes a deep breath. He doesn't look happy, and I can already tell he misunderstands the whole situation. There is hurt in his eyes, rage wanting to come out.
I lick my lips. "It's not what you think."
"No?" Noah asks darkly. "So I didn't just witness you kissing Felix Jensen, of all people?"
"No, that's not what—"
"I bet you liked it too—you guys looked quite cozy together."
My lips part in shock. I've never seen Noah pissed off before, but his eyes are burning now, waging wars. He might not be a violent person, yet he is scarier now, seeming more enormous when angry.
I gulp and fight like hell to find my inner fire. "Do you honestly think that I wanted to kiss Felix?"
"I don't know," Noah says. "I thought I knew you, but now I'm reminded that we just met each other. Perhaps the only thing that matters is that the guy is ripped?"
My eyes narrow. "Are you calling me a whore?"
"I don't know... Have you slept with Felix too?"
"No!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I've only ever slept with you. But it should not matter to you who I'm seeing! You're not my boyfriend!"
Noah inhales sharply, but I press my finger into his chest before he opens those damn lips. He might be bigger than me, but I'm not afraid of this goddamn clown.
"Felix forces himself upon me—he held my hands, you blind fuck. And for the damn record, you and I aren't an item. You can get jealous all you want, but don't go around getting angry before you have heard the full story."
Noah freezes, and I walk away from him. I grab my items and shove them into my bag. I'm pissed off and in need of some ice cream. My day was terrific until Felix and Noah ruined it.
"Felix kissed you against your will?"
"Yes," I don't even face Noah. Anger is fuelling my veins, and I need to get away from him to calm down. "Now, if you excuse me, I will get into your car and drive to sleep somewhere that isn't your mansion."
I storm for the stairs, stopping when Noah grabs my bag. He rips it from my hands, causing me to spin around. I growl at him, but he is already silently heading back to the table.
"What are you doing?!" I demand.
Noah doesn't answer.
I follow him, beyond pissed off with his behavior.
"Are you stealing textbooks now?" I mock. "Is that your new game?"
Noah places the bag on the table, turning to me with darkness in his gaze and a smirk curling his lips. "That is not my game," he approaches me like a wolf stalking its prey. "This is."
A shriek slips out through my lips when he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. I hit him over his back, but he ignores it. He walks further into the library, past shelves with books no one reads.
"Let me down!" I'm squirming on his shoulder—fucking giant of a man. How do I fight him? It seems impossible. "Release me!"
"How about no?"
My anger rises to heat my face to a billion degrees. "You animal! Savage! Caveman! Brute! Barbarian!"
Noah breathes a laugh. "Is that all you got?"
“You fucking neanderthal!”
Noah laughs and slips me down from his shoulder.
But I'm not allowed to leave.
Instead, I'm grabbed around my waist and pressed into a shelf of books. Noah's hot lips are on mine within seconds. I'm pissed off and angry, but I'm also stupidly turned on.
His hands feel like fire over my clothes, and I'm desperate to make him take them off and brand me with his lips. I want him to hold me up, tie me down, and press his tongue against my clit.
Noah whispers into my ear as he takes off my clothes. "You're hot when you're angry."
"Shut up and kiss me."
He smiles against my neck. "Who owns you?"
"Not you."
He kisses me again, this time with more force. It's wild and wicked and pushes all my buttons because I can't escape. I can't do anything. I'm just a receiver, and I love and hate it at the same time.
Noah is hot, hot, hot.
Does he even understand what he is doing to me?
His chest is pinning me in place while he dominates me with his size and tongue. My pussy aches with need. A warning bell is ringing somewhere in my head, saying this isn't how you make love—Noah is kissing me like someone who owns me.
But perhaps I want to be owned?
I'm wetter than ever, close to begging for Noah's fat, veiny cock. He is kissing me until I feel weightless. I mewl into his mouth, and when he breaks from my lips, there is a dark light inside his eyes.
"Who owns you?" Noah asks again.
"You."
His lips curl, and I inhale sharply when he pulls down the rest of my clothes—my pants.
Without a word, Noah gets down on his knees. He kisses my hipbone and drags his tongue up my skin. It makes me shiver, especially when he looks up at me with lust in his gaze.
Noah is sex materialized, and I almost moan when he grabs my thighs to knead them with his skilled fingers. I'm shaking and spread my legs further on instinct.
I'm close to fucking his goddamn arm. I want Noah working on my pussy. I'm in pain because I need his cock inside me so badly, but Noah seems to play a sick game of tormenting me.
He drags his finger over my wetness, bringing it to his lips. He sucks it clean while peering up into my eyes. The image is pure agony—I'm so fucking wet.
Noah curls his lips. "Do you want my cock, Natalie?"
My voice comes out shaky. "Yes..."
"Then beg for it."