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“Okay,” she whispers, nearly inaudible, and licks her lip, sucking it between her teeth. That action goes straight to my dick.
“You knew my mom it seemed very well.”
“Because she visited the house often.” Noelle visibly swallows.
A new anger starts to form in my gut, not toward Noelle, but rather my mom. This shouldn’t be new because I knew she was a junkie, but I never actually knew where she went. “Did she ever have my sister with her?”
Noelle shakes her head. “I never saw anyone with her. She was always about doing whatever she had to do to get her fix.” Wrinkling her nose, she goes on. “Most of the time when I saw her, she was in unflattering circumstances, mostly either on her back or her knees.”
Fuck me. That’s not something I need to know, and it builds toward the anger flowing through my veins. “How often was this?”
“Pretty much every other day or so. Sometimes every day. Several times, she’d be there and never leave.”
My gut tightens as the knowledge of what she’s informed me of tells me everything I need to know. That bitch who gave birth to me and Bride, left Bride alone more often than she called me. Guilt starts to eat at me, and I jolt away from Noelle. My breathing ragged as I tried to get it under control. It’s all I can do to keep from going after the stupid whore and killing her myself.
What kind of man does it make me for wanting to end the life of the woman who gave me life? No . . . she didn’t do shit but push me out. I may have had a mother for a few short years, however, that was before dad died. He was killed, and she became a completely different person.
“Are you okay?” Noelle asks, coming to stand in front of me, eyes filled with sorrow. “You can tell me.”
I close my eyes, pull Noelle against my chest, and wrap my arms around her. Even with all the bullshit she’s been through, she’d easily take on someone else’s problems. It’s something I can’t do. “No, baby, I can’t.”
Noelle cocks her head back and meets my gaze through little slits. “What do you mean you can’t?”
“You’ve been through enough . . .”
“I’m not made of glass,” she snaps, shoving away. “I’m not completely fragile, and I won’t break.”
“I know you won’t. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna unload more dark shit on you.” The words taste foul leaving my lips.
Noelle presses her hands against my chest and shoves herself away. “So, you have me spill my secrets, but you won’t talk to me? I see you’ve got that same look about things as . . .”
“Don’t put me in a category with others when you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” I stop her before she can actually say it. “I’m not tellin’ you things right now because you’ve been through enough and you’re finally free of the bullshit you’ve endured for years. I’m not saying I won’t tell you. Because I’ve already fuckin’ said, you’re mine. My woman. My ol’ lady. Fuckin’ mine.”
“I don’t know what all this means,” Noelle screams, throws her hands in the air, twirls away, and starts pacing.
Last night when my brothers showed up, and the news was given to her, I saw it start to happen, but here it is. She’s cracking.
“Noelle,” I call her name, and she casts a frustrated glare at me.
“Don’t Noelle me,” she snaps, pointing a finger in my direction. I start for her, but she shakes her head. “Don’t even think to try it. You’ve all but come back into my life, turned it upside down, and changed everything.” Breathing heavily, she turns fully to me. “Everything has changed, and I’m scared. Yet I have you here, and I can’t help the way my heart feels like it’s nearly going to come out of my chest. I’m scared because of what all my life has been like and because I’m who I am now. I don’t get what you mean by everything because it’s not something I’ve experienced. I especially feel scared of the way my body seems to react to you. It’s something I never thought I’d feel. Like my stomach has butterflies instead of it feeling like it’s full of terror . . .”
I don’t let her finish her rant. She’s said enough. Yanking her to me, I slam my lips to hers and slide my tongue right in, exploring her mouth. Everything seems to move fast. Noelle tense at first, then softens in my arms, and I pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I carry her back over to the bed. Without letting her mouth go, I yank her pants down, unfasten my jeans, feel my throbbing cock and check to find her sopping wet, ready. I line my cock with her sweet pussy and slam home.
Noelle arches into me and moans into the kiss. Her nails digging into my shoulders. Taking ruthlessly, I plow deeply, relentless with need. I need to feel her clenching around me. The way her pussy pulses around me already I know she’ll milk everything from me, but first she’ll come for me.
Ripping my lips from hers, I lift and continue my thrusts, taking her, claiming her. Proving to her she’s mine, no matter her not understanding. I’ll make sure she gets it, one way or another.
It doesn’t take long before Noelle cries out, screaming my name. Her pussy clamping around my cock, I have no other choice but to let her milk me for everything I’m worth. I growl her name, leaning in to recapture her lips with mine.
This isn’t what I intended to do right now, but damn if it wasn’t worth it. I just hope now she knows just what I mean about her being mine. I get it’s gonna take time, but knowing how she feels . . . how I make her feel, fuck, if that doesn’t help knowing she doesn’t think of anything with terror when she’s with me. For her, I’m her safe place, and that’s what I will always want her to feel when she’s anywhere near me. Safe. Safe to be herself. Safe to be free. Safe to be who she is.
CHAPTER19
CYPRUS
Staring at a sleeping Noelle, a grin tugs at my lips. She’s not used to something so mind-blowing.
Mind-blowing. That’s a damn good explanation, and those words slipped past her lips as she conked out. Hopefully, she won’t be out for long, but either way, I’m going to have to figure out some way of maintaining control. Let her get used to me taking her. She’s tiny, and the way her pussy grips me every time, I don’t have to question her on if I’m the biggest she’s ever had. I know I’m larger than the average man when it comes to my cock, and there’s no being biased about it.
