enters my head that I don’t have a condom, but then Noah’s cock is inside me and I can’t think.
Noah grunts as he takes my weight, his hands resting under my ass as he grinds against me, driving me into the wall with his hatred. He crushes his mouth to mine, and he drives inside me like he can fuck the pain from his soul. It’s so different from Gabriel and so, so fucking good.
He’s grinding against my clit, and my orgasm builds inside me like a well about to spill over. Noah’s teeth glide over my shoulder, and I hate the way he’s undoing me. He’s the only one who could have figured out my secret – the only one with a darkness as deep as my own.
I want to undo him.
I want to see perfect Noah Marlowe come apart at the seams.
I want a puddle of Noah goo on the floor of this panic room.
I press my finger to his lips, letting him suck on it, letting him roll it around on his tongue. Then I withdraw it.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Noah growls against my ear as I reach behind him.
“This.” I smile against his lips as I shove my finger into his ass.
Noah’s body clenches at the intrusion, but he’s close, too close to be angry. As I work my finger deeper inside him, he practically impales me through with the force of his thrusts. I work my finger in and out, in and out. The splendid twist of his face as he falls over the edge carries me over too.
We explode together – a fury of rage and darkness unleashed on the world. When I surface, Noah’s still pressed against me, his forehead slick with sweat as it rests against mine.
“Fuck,” he mutters, over and over again. “Fuck. Fuck...Fuck.”
“Mew.”
I laugh as two yellow eyes peer at us through the darkness, wider than I’ve ever seen them. “I think we traumatized Queen Boudica.”
“I bet she didn’t know her mama’s a deviant bitch. I’m going to get you for that.” Noah fights for my grip, wrapping his fingers around my wrist to trap my hand above my head. He attacks my mouth again, and I’m ready for it, ready to do battle with his man until he succumbs to me.
Noah yanks my waist, flipping me around like I weigh nothing. I splay my fingers against the wall, and he reaches between my legs to curl his fingers inside me, pumping me and rubbing circles on my clit until my legs turn to jelly. He grinds against me, and he’s already hard again. “I bet your dad never intended his panic room to be used like this,” he growls in my ear as he pumps me faster, and I’m so close, so fucking close. “You’re not his perfect little girl anymore.”
“You like that, don’t you?” I growl back at him, knowing if I make him angry he’ll go even harder. “You like fucking Howard Malloy’s daughter fast and dirty in his house. You like that I—”
Brrrrrrring.
Fuck!
Noah slams his fist into the wall. His back crashes against the panic room door as he flings himself away from me. My whole body trembles like someone just threw a bucket of ice water over me.
What the fuck am I doing?
Brrrrrrring.
I pick up the receiver and jam it to my ear.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything, Claws.” It’s Antony, and he’s got that smirk in his voice like he knows exactly what I’ve been up to.
I suck in a breath, trying to force my heart rate back to normal. Beside me, Queen Boudica swipes at Noah’s bare ass as he tries to bend his huge frame to pull on his pants. “Quit being a smartass and tell me what you’ve got.”
“Nothing, I’m sorry. The bastard got clean away.”
“Did you see who it was? Who are they working for? Did Alec send them?” I close my eyes. “Is it Brutus?”
“I can’t say. I’m going to follow up with my networks, see if anyone’s claiming this, but I’m stumped. I took care of Brutus, and I’m not sure this is your Pretty Boy’s work. Putting out a hit? That’s a bit extreme.”
“It’s got to be Brutus.” My blood runs cold. I don’t have to ask. The world I ran from, they’ve found me again.
Antony clicks his tongue. “Calm down, Claws. Honestly, this doesn’t seem like Ole Brutey Boy, either. This was messy. If you’re going to gun down someone on their