AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I welcome the darkness that fills me then. Let him witness it and the promise we make him. Only then does he begin to understand how very wrong he was to approach her.
“Noah! Please, we’re almost there!”
I feel a gentle sweep of fingers across my jaw, and then the arms clawing at me drop. The weight of hundreds of wandering eyes is heavy as I stand there, the man still in my grasp. It’s the bossy guard who grabs him from me. With a disapproving glare in my direction, he shoves the guy back into the crowd and starts cutting through bodies for us.
I don’t give a fuck about his disapproval. He can think what he wants, but nobody touches Tinsley. Only someone with a death wish would hurt her. There’s a smear of blood on her arm from where she must have tried to quickly wipe it away. I can’t focus on anything but the sight of it. Her cry of pain echoes in my mind.
“Now, Noah. Let’s go!” she yells, trying again to get me to move. Slowly, I raise my gaze from the scratches up to her face. An encouraging smile tugs at the corners of her eyes. “Almost there.”
I reach for her again, angry with myself for letting her go in the first place, and then let her lead me by the hand the rest of the way. It’s easier to get through now. Several people have backed away. I don’t look to see if they’ve grown afraid of me. They should be.
One of the bodyguards opens the back door of the black SUV, and I usher Tinsley in first, then crawl in after her. Once the door is slammed shut behind me, I twist my body and reach across her lap to grab her arm.
The driver doesn’t say a word before pulling the SUV away from the venue. Tinsley watches me examine her. It’s so silent my breaths are like claps in the night.
“I’m okay,” she murmurs.
I grunt in response. Cupping her elbow, I brush the tip of my finger along the edge of the first scratch, careful not to touch the broken skin. It’s not deep, but it’s not nothing either. She acts tough, but she’s fragile. Easy to break. The dried streak of blood on her arm is an example of that.
“They’re just scratches. I’ve bled from much worse. Have you forgotten that I get hit and punched for a living?” Her voice is light and teasing. The gentleness doesn’t help. Each word is a blow. They make me more eager to lock her away somewhere safe, where nothing and nobody can touch her.
Ripping my stare from her, I look over the seat at the GPS on the dash and bark at the driver, “Take us to the hotel. We’re not going to the fucking party.”
Tinsley huffs. “Yes, we are. Don’t take us to the hotel.”
The driver uses the rear-view mirror to glance between us. He makes no move to change the address on the dash.
I smack the centre console. “Hotel. Now.”
“You’re being ridiculous. Andrude. Take us to the party.” Tinsley’s glaring at me now, fire turning the silver in her eyes a molten grey.
I set one hand on her headrest and the other on the door beside her as I move into her space, hiding her from the driver’s sight, giving him my back. She isn’t fazed by me, doesn’t back down. When she straightens and closes the distance between our faces until I can almost taste her lips, I suck a breath through my teeth and curl my fingers into the leather seat.
My cock turns to stone, so fucking wet with precum my underwear sticks to me. Arousal heats my blood to the point of boiling. One tip of my chin and I’d finally know what she tastes like. Know what sounds she’d make as I tucked her lip between my teeth and bit down hard. A punishment for driving me to such insanity and desperation.
“We are going to the party. Do you understand me, Noah Hutton?” she growls.
I’d take any order from her right now. Do her bidding as if it were my own.
I spit a jagged curse when she sets a firm hand on my upper thigh andsqueezes. My vision blurs.Too high.The warmth of her palm seeps into the tip of my cock, the squeezing pressure she’s using bringing pure ecstasy. Pleasure spikes through my groin as my hearing blows and my muscles turn to cement.
My jaw throbs from how hard I’m clenching it, fighting to stay silent when I want to scream for her. I throb beneath her hand over and over again as I spill into my underwear.
She doesn’t pull away.No. My filthy fucking girl tenses her fingers, even as my cum fills the material beneath them. The widening of her pupil-blown eyes tells me she knows exactly what just happened. What her touch—even accidental—was able to bring out of me.
My hearing slowly returns. Each second that passes is another with her hand on my cock. I don’t move. Don’t want to scare her away. I’m unashamed of what happened. But even I can tell how fragile this moment is. She doesn’t look afraid of what happened, though.
Her lips are parted, so ruby red and glossy, begging to be sucked and bit andfilled. Fuck, I ache to fill that pretty mouth.
I’m a freak. There’s always been something wrong with me, and she knows that. She’s long accepted it, even when everyone else warned her it wasn’t a good idea. So, when I remove my hand from the headrest and shove it past my waistband, I don’t hesitate to coat my thumb in my cum. Watching my golden girl, I pull my hand back out and lift it to her mouth. I offer her my thumb, the tip shiny and slick in front of her lips.
A shiver thunders through her as she stares at my thumb, and that’s it. My control snaps like a taut cord.
I push my thumb past her parted lips to the second knuckle and then push down on her tongue. “Suck.”
Determination flares in her stare before she presses down harder on my cock and does exactly what she’s told. A loose groan slips free at the feel of her warm, wet mouth.Fuck. I want this mouth on me. I want to shove it so far down her throat I can feel the shape of it when I choke her until she’s light-headed. I want to shoot my cum down her throat, filling her belly.
“Taste what you do to me, Tinsley,” I rasp, head dizzy.
