What He Believes (4 page)

We were halfway to
the car, walking along the gravelly walkway by the side of the building when I
saw a figure half in shadow, hiding between two of the cars.

I reached out and
grabbed Noah’s arm.

“There’s something
there,” I whispered, my nails digging into him.
 
“Between the cars.”

Noah immediately
stepped in front me, shielding my body with his own.
 
“Where?”

“There.”
 
I pointed to where I’d seen the lurking
shadow, and Noah immediately pushed me into a tiny alcove in the side of the building.
 
“Stay here,” he instructed.
 
“Don’t move.”

He left, and I
pulled my phone out, ready to call 911.

But when he came
back, he was shaking his head.
 
“There was no one there,” he said.

“Are you
sure?”
 
My heart was pounding as I
looked out across the parking lot.
 
I was sure I had seen someone.

“Yes,” Noah
said.
 
He pointed to one of the tall
pine trees, how it’s shadow fell over the parking lot, its branches turning
into arms as it moved in the breeze, giving the impression of a man.
 

“Oh,” I said,
embarrassed.
 
“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,”
Noah said.
 
“It’s better to be safe
than sorry.”

I nodded.

We kept walking,
but a second
later,
Noah grabbed me around the waist
and pushed me into an alley between the building that housed the administration
and the actual jail.

“What is it?” I
asked, my breath hitching in my chest.
 
“Is someone out there after all?”

He shook his head,
and then I saw the brightness in his eyes, the glowing intensity that could
only mean one thing.

He grabbed my
wrists and shoved them up over my head, the back of my hands scraping against
the hard concrete of the building behind me.
 
Noah pressed his rock hard body up
against me, his hips pinning me to the wall.
 
And then his mouth crashed into mine,
his tongue driving my lips open, the brute strength of his body forcing me to
surrender to him, pushing me so hard into the wall behind me that I couldn’t
breath.

Al l signs of the
Noah who had been soft and sweet with me since he’d saved me that night at
Force were gone, replaced with the ferocity of an animal
who
’d
been caged and finally released.

He slid his hands
up under my shirt and grabbed at my breasts roughly, his fingers probing my
nipples through the sheer fabric of my bra.

“Noah,” I gasped,
tipping my head back.
 
“Noah,
please,” I said.
 
“There will be
cameras.”

“You think I give
a fuck about cameras?” he growled, and then his mouth was back on mine,
silencing me, his tongue swirling against mine, keeping up its assault until my
legs trembled under me.
 
He pulled
back, but held his hand on the back of my neck, keeping me close, like he was
afraid I would try to stop him.

His dark eyes
scanned the corridor, and then he was pushing me through a door that led into
one of the buildings, a door that, surprisingly, opened right away.

We were in some
kind of loading dock – it must have been an entrance for deliveries that
were too big to go through the normal channels.
 
There was a metal staircase heading up
to another floor, and a row of pipes spanning the ceiling.

Noah still held
the back of my neck and he used his grip to push me up against the wall, facing
away from him.
 

“Hands over your
head,” he demanded, and then I heard the familiar whoosh of his belt being
pulled out of its loopholes, and then he was tying me up to the pipes above me.

I felt him step
back, could hear his breath coming in uneven gasps.

Then his body was
back up against mine, unyielding and hard, his chest pressed up against my
back.
 
He pulled my shirt up and
yanked the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts.
 
My nipples instantly hardened.

“Noah,” I
groaned.
 
“Noah, I don’t think
– ”

He grabbed my chin
and pulled my mouth back toward his, silencing me with another probing kiss.

His hand slid down
over the front of my jeans and then he was unbuttoning them, tugging them down
just enough so that my ass was bared to him.

His hand moved
from my mouth, skimming down my side before pushing my shirt up even more,
yanking it so far up it was covering my eyes.
 
I was effectively tied and blindfolded now
as his hands, strong and steady, took their time
roaming
 
over
my body, fondling my tits
and squeezing my ass.

I arched my back as
he grabbed my hips, and he lowered his mouth to my back, his tongue licking a
searing trail down my spine.
 
Goosebumps broke out over me at the helpless situation I was in,
powerless to his whims.

Panic rose inside
of me.
 
He wouldn’t just leave me
here, would he?
 
The way he’d been
known to do in the past?

But then I heard
him unbuttoning his pants, and then a beat later, he reached down and grabbed
my panties, seized the delicate material in his hands and ripped them until
they tore.
 
The warm humid air hit
my bare pussy, and I groaned at how exposed I was.

 
Sizzling need vibrated through me, his
dominance causing my body to completely to surrender to his.
 
The deep throbbing between my legs
intensified and I groaned.

He pushed the head
of his cock up against me.

Feeling him there,
behind me, stoked my want and caused it to heighten.
 
I’d already been turned on at the rough
way he was handling my body, at the thrilling bite of fear and excitement
caused by where he was doing this to me, by the idea that we could be caught at
any moment.

I needed to feel him
inside of me.
 

I needed him to
fuck me senseless.

So I did what he
knew he wanted

I started to beg.

“Please, Noah,” I
pleaded.
 
“Please, sir, I need you
to fuck me.”

He paused, his
dick still poised at the entrance to my opening, which was slick with desire.

But he didn’t push
inside of me.

So I begged
harder.

“Please,” I whimpered.
 
“Please, Noah, fuck me.”

Still,
nothing, just the sense of him behind me, and the exquisite torture.
 
I tried to push back against him, but I
couldn’t move.
 
He’d tied me too
tight with his belt, so tight that my wrists would be marked.
 
He’d tied me before, but never this
tight.

“Fuck me hard,” I
pleaded.
 
“I want to feel your cock
in my pussy.”
 
I’d used the words
strategically – I meant them, but I was hoping the raw dirtiness would excite
him and cause him to give me what I wanted.

But I should have
known better.

If there was one
man who couldn’t be manipulated, it was Noah Cutler.

Instead, I felt
his body on top of mine, hard as granite, his weight pressing into me.

His finger probed my
mouth, and he slipped it past my lips.
 
I sucked on it hungrily, hoping my enthusiasm would hasten him putting
me out of my misery.

Instead, I felt
him push his body harder onto mine, and then his lips were at my ear.

“Resist me,” he
whispered gruffly.

“What?”

“Resist me.”

My heart pounded
in my chest, fear and excitement pooling dark and deep within my soul.

Resist me.
 
Did he mean to struggle against
him?
 
I thought about that woman at
Force, the one on the stage during the medical scene, how her struggle had
excited me, the idea that she was railing against something she was helpless to
resist serving to turn me on in a way I’d never felt before.

I wiggled my hips
experimentally in an attempt to pull away from him.

It got me what I
really wanted, which was for Noah to push into me.

And he did, in one
long thrust, no pretense, just one long stroke, filling me with his thickness.

I groaned and
squirmed again, but he held my hips firmly and smacked my ass hard.
 
“Stay still,” he demanded.

But this time, I
didn’t listen.

I tried to get
away from him, even going as far as to take a step forward.
 

I was rewarded
with another stinging slap against my ass and then his hands settled onto my
hips, big and strong.
 
I marveled
again at how small he could make me feel, how delicate, how his body and his grip
and his presence could reduce me to feeling so feminine and wanted.
 
He was the only man who’d ever been able
to make me feel that way, so sexy and so desirable.

His strong hands
pulled my hips back into him, pulling his cock all the way out of my pussy
before pushing it back in.
 
As he
pulled me back, my arms stretched in front of me, pulling taut against his
belt.
 
The leather chafed my skin,
sending a stinging pain down my arms.

That pain, coupled
with the pleasure of Noah fucking me, hard, maybe harder than he ever had, and
the guttural groans he was making as he did, letting me know how much I was
pleasing him, tumbled together, swirling into a dark tornado of desire that was
confusing and thrilling and so intoxicating it made me helpless to resist.

“More,” Noah
demanded.

I did as he
commanded, struggling against him until he reached around and put his hand on
my lower stomach, his fingers spread, his thumb reaching my mound, putting
pressure on the outside of my core, right above my clit.

The sensation was
unreal.

He held me tight,
so that I was unable to move as he thrust into me, so deep and hard I could
feel his hips hitting my ass cheeks.

“You want this,
baby, don’t you?” he demanded.
 
“You
like when I fuck you like this.”
 
He
slapped at my ass, harder and harder, and then his hand was back around my neck
as he fucked me, his other hand still holding me tight on my stomach.

I couldn’t take it
anymore.

I came, my
pleasure surging and rising until it culminated in a blissful crescendo, one that
washed over me like a ground swell.

As my pussy
constricted and pulsed on his shaft, Noah quickened his pace, his hand
tightening around my throat.
 
Being
at his mercy did nothing but increase the intensity of my orgasm as it built to
its peak and then fell.

I sagged against
the pull of the belt, my body wrung out and spent.

A second later, I
felt him pull out of me.

“Arch your back,
baby,” he groaned, and I did, summoning up my last bits of strength to push my buttocks
into the air for him.
 
He came on my
ass, shot after shot hitting my skin, warm and sticky, running down my curves in
hot rivulets.

When he was done,
he readjusted my bra and shirt around me, then unfastened his belt and released
my wrists.

I did my best to
adjust my ruined panties around myself before pulling my pants up and buttoning
them.

Noah kissed my
lips softly, brushing my hair out of my face.

Then he inspected my
wrists.

“Are you hurt?” he
asked.

I looked at them,
the raw red marks bright on my skin like rings of fire.
 
I smiled.
 
“Nothing I haven’t been through before.”

He raised my
wrists to him and kissed each one.
 

Then he put his
hand through mine.

“Come on,” he
said.
 
“Let’s get you home.”

***

We were silent on
ride back to the city.

I was still
desperate to talk to him, to pick his brain about what Lilah had told us.
 
But Noah seemed brooding and reserved,
his eyes contemplative as he stared out the window.
 
I watched him, the curve of his brow,
the soft swell of his lips, the outline of his jaw.
 
He was so sexy, so beautiful,
so
perfect.

Would I ever get
used to him, to his perfection, his moods, the things he wanted to do to
me?
 
We were engaged now – by
all intents and purposes he was mine, we were to be bound together forever, at
least in the eyes of the law.
 
But then
how was it that I felt even more confused than ever by him?

What was that that
had just happened between us?

Him asking me to
resist, me getting so turned on by it.
 
Did it mean something was wrong with us?
 
Were the two of us so damaged sexually
that we needed to resort to that kind of thing?

It had excited me,
him asking me to resist.

My thoughts
swirled together in a dark tornado of confusion.

Noah’s mood,
however, picked up considerably once we were back at his – our –
apartment.

Docket was excited
to see us, wagging his shaggy tail and picking his leash up in his mouth and
prancing around the kitchen with it until Noah took him out.

When they
returned, Noah uncorked a bottle of red wine and poured a glass for me, along
with a tumbler of scotch for
himself
, before the two
of us retired to the living room.