“Easy, M,” I say, my voice steady despite the chaos. “She’s good.”
Suddenly Noir walks around me, coming into his sight again and his face falls. “Good?” he asks, his deep, gruff voice now strangely curious by her. She holds out her shaking hand, slowly heading towards him, her eyes fixed and focused.
I’m ready to stop her until she speaks gently, “You’re beautiful.”
My eyes flash to M to see his reaction, and it’s not what I was expecting at all. He shows no sign of wanting to hurt Noir anymore, which is shocking. Their eyes lock, mesmerized by each other as she continues her approach. When she is close enough, her hand sneaks through the bars, and before I know it, her palm is laid gently on his deeply scarred cheek. M’s eyes widen in surprise, his rage seemingly dissipating under her touch, and he leans into her hand, a low, rumbling purr vibrating from his chest.
Noir’s fear is replaced with a look of wonder as she strokes his face softly. “You’re not a monster,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “You’re just... Misunderstood.”
I watch, stunned, as M closes his eyes, savoring the gentle contact. It’s as if, for a moment, the beast within him is tamed by her touch. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I’ve not even seen him like this with Madame.Her bravery, her kindness, it’s doing something to him. It’s fucking doing something to me.
When we're finished, we leave the chamber, and I padlock it shut behind me. As I turn around, Noir's eyes are already on mine and I set a cigarette between my lips, pulling my hoodieover my head to shield it from the rain, still bewildered by how the fuck she managed to do that.
“Maybe we can train him enough so that he can live closer to the circus and have freedom,” she speaks up beside me quietly as we head back to her trailer.
“We?” I question coldly, not looking at her, the scepticism evident in my tone.
“Yes, we. I think he trusts me, and he definitely trusts you.”
I take a long drag from my cigarette. “You think it's that fucking simple?” I say while exhaling. “He's dangerous, Noir.”
“Aren’t we all?” she murmurs.
As we stop by her trailer, we turn to face one another, and she continues. “We all have our demons, Hell. Some are just more visible than others. Maybe he’s dangerous, but so are you. So am I. We all have a darkness inside us.”
My brow raises at her words. “You’re not dangerous, pretty girl,” I growl, closing the gap until she's wedged between me and the trailer. As my big frame presses against hers, she sucks in a sharp breath and I bring my face down to hers, her head tilting back to meet my gaze. “You're my gentle Little Dolly.”
I flick my cig away before slipping my cold hands under her wet hoodie, grabbing her bare waist roughly, and she exhales a breath against my lips, her skin breaking out in shivers under my touch.
“Aren't you?”
“No,” she whispers, her heavy eyes shutting.
I hiss, baring my teeth against her lips at her stubbornness.
“Little. Fucking. Liar.”
I plunge my tongue straight down her throat and she welcomes it this time. She wraps her arm around my shouldersand draws me in closer as she devours my mouth with a moan. It’s clear after tasting the fires of Hell, she now craves the full fury of my inferno. My dick hardens as I push myself firmly against her, showing her exactly what she does to me.
My hands sneak upward, gripping her braless titties with a harsh grasp and she arches toward me, a seductive gasp escaping her lips, until suddenly, a male throat clears from behind us.
She pauses, her eyes snapping wide open before she pushes on my chest. I growl, wiping my thumb over my wet lips with my head down while I take a step back.
“So I leave for one fucking night and you're already jumping on the next cock?” Limp Dick shouts at Noir drunkenly behind me.
I seethe as she walks around me, her hands out in surrender. “No... I...” she stutters out in protest.
He suddenly throws his bottle of beer, narrowly missing her head by an inch, shattering against the trailer, and I snap, whirling around. My angry eyes flash to him, and he seems startled that it's me. Murder floods through my veins at an alarming rate and before Noir can stop me, I pull my fist back, smashing him in the face with one sledgehammer punch. As soon as I connect with his nose, he's out cold, stiff, and falls back on the wet grass with a loud thud.
“Hell!” Noir screams out, but as she passes me to get to him, I quickly reach out, catching her throat, and I pin her against the trailer. I breathe heavily, fuming with rage, and press my face close to hers, squeezing her neck tight.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I grit out viciously. “I will fucking kill him!” She looks at me with broad eyes, and I continue. “He's fucking hurting you like that?”
She shakes her head frantically, “No, he has never... He's not usually like that. He's drunk. He just saw us kissing... He...”
I growl loudly, cutting her off. “So fucking what,” I raise my voice. “He needed to know he is not allowed to hurt you!”
I see the defensiveness swirling in her icy blue eyes. “But you're allowed to, right?” she asks, her brows creasing with anger.
