“Sent some PI’s after me, didn’t you? You stupid f**k,” he hissed in my ear, his body still pressing into the back of mine, hands still wrapping the duct tape around and around my arms. “You should have left it alone. That f**kin’ redskin sniffin’ me out. Someone finds you down here before you die of thirst, you call them the f**k off. You hear me, Ava?”
I swallowed and it tasted like blood. Then I nodded.
“Christ, I had to leave a mark I’d been workin’ for months because of this f**kin’ shit.”
I closed my eyes and stopped pushing against him when he started to tape my chest to the beam. I tested the tape at my hands but it held fast.
“And you’re f**kin’ Stark. I cannot believe you’re f**kin’ Luke f**kin’ Stark, but I saw it with my own eyes.”
My body went still.
He felt it and he stopped wrapping tape around me and laughed. “Yeah, I watched you, Ava. I watched you and I jacked off while I did it.”
Oh… my… God.
Even though I really, really didn’t want him to, he explained, “I been followin’ you but you’re never f**kin’ alone. I knew you’d see Stella so I went there, hopin’ to nab you in the bathroom or somethin’. I watched Stark fight Zano for you, followed you and Stark home and broke into a place across the street. Lucky for me you guys left the lights on, I watched the whole thing. I wish I had a camera.”
I was breathing heavily through my nose. I couldn’t believe this was happening and I didn’t want to believe what he said.
“You were hot,” he whispered, pressing into my back in an entirely different way. His hand slid across my side to my breast, cupping it. “He did you against the wall. I thought you were a good girl. I knew you’d let me f**k you against the wall, I would have stayed around longer.”
Then for some reason his hand went still, his body went tight and his head came up.
He hissed in my ear. “I have a gun, you make a f**kin’ noise, I blow your brains out then I’ll shoot whoever’s up there too.”
That’s when I heard footfalls upstairs.
“Ava,” Luke’s voice called from upstairs. I closed my eyes and visions of a bloody, bullet-ridden Luke filled my head. I opened my eyes again immediately to clear the visions.
“Let’s make this interesting,” Noah muttered and then he moved away to drop the tape but he came right back and he pressed his body into mine.
I heard Luke’s footsteps going up the stairs to the top floor just as I felt Noah’s hand on my belt buckle. My body jerked but Noah hissed, “Not a sound or you’re both dead,” and I stopped my struggle before it started.
I could still hear Luke moving around the house and I stayed silent, even as Noah’s hands undid my pants and one slid inside while the other one went up my shirt to cup my breast again. I could feel his fingers (not hitting the target, by the way, he never did) pressing against me, his other fingers doing a nipple roll as I listened to Luke moving around the house.
Finally after it threatened all day, I threw up but choked it back down before it made it to my mouth.
Throughout it all, silently I was crying.
I tried to ignore what was happening to me physically by chanting in my head, don’t come down here, don’t come down here, don’t come down here.
Luke didn’t come down. Noah and I heard the front door slam and I knew Luke was gone.
I felt both terrified and relieved by this.
“Fuck, now I have a hard on,” Noah said in my ear, pressing his groin against my ass, rubbing against me and his hands kept at me. “You always did have a sweet ass,” he mumbled in my ear. “You do it doggie-style with Stark as well as against the wall?”
I had, that was one of the three positions of a few days ago.
I did not share. Not only because I couldn’t, as he had taped my mouth closed, but also because it was none of his business and he was dry humping me against a steel pole that he had taped me to, the screaming, unbelievably horrible, awful, maniac jerk!
I heard him groan into my neck (luckily, as was usual with Noah, this didn’t take very long) and he sagged against me when he was done.
I hate you, I thought and this time I meant it with all my heart.
His hand swept across my ass.
“Sweet,” he muttered.