Chapter 35
Mary Jane
A young man was hosting frisky old women. He said to his slaves: "Mix a drink for the one that wants it and have sex with the one who wants that."
And the women said: "I'm not thirsty."
–Philogelos (The Laughter Lover)
Although super exhausted, Fuji left to get Crusher’s dwarves.
Harmony slept in the other room while Crusher watched television and desperately tried to stay awake. After telling me his story, he warmed to me a little. Granted, he still creeped the hell out of me, but it was twenty percent less of a creepy factor.
When my eyes began to droop, I returned to my designated room scattered with photo albums. There, I fell asleep, drowning in Noah’s memories. I couldn’t recall all of the images that played in my brain—the dark streets with fanged sidewalks that kept nipping at my toes, the blood-drenched butterflies snapping at my throat, and the huge ark made of dead bodies where Noah stood at the top, screaming for me to come on board. I must’ve tossed and turned a lot, because when I woke up, I was coated in sweat and lying in a roll of sheets on the floor.
Did I fall out of the bed?
Movement came from across the room. I tensed and eyed the area. It sounded like water or maybe a shower.
Is that coming from the bathroom?
I rose from the floor as my eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room. Sure enough, my bathroom door had been opened. Steam drifted out. Someone had turned the shower on, but kept the lights off. My nerves flared.
Is that Noah or someone else? Is this a trick for me to go investigate in the bathroom? Or he is in there?
Naturally, I did something stupid. The very thing that the dumb victim in a scary movie would do and I would scream at her from my living room couch that she’s a moron.
I yelled out, “Hello?”
The water shut off.
My heart slammed in my chest.
Fuck. I’m going to scream for Crusher.
I started to yell for him.
“Mary Jane.”
My voice lodged in my throat. Relief flooded me.
Noah’s low voice sounded from the bathroom. “It’s me. Go back to sleep. I’ll be there soon.”
Noah!
I hurried to the bathroom and paused.
Why does he sound that way?
It was him, but in some way it wasn’t.
Go back to sleep? Are you crazy? I fucking have been worried about you.
Step by step, I took my time stepping to the bathroom. He’d turned the shower back on.
It’s me. Go back to sleep. Just like that? Are you not going to tell me what happened? Is the war over? Is everything okay?
Steam enveloped me as I entered the bathroom. Before I could take another step, his hands were on me. I hadn’t even seen him coming. In one moment it was a foggy darkness barely visible by the moonlight, and then he grabbed my arms and gently pushed me against the wall.
“You should go back to sleep.” Naked and wet, he pressed his hard body against me. His blue eyes glowed in the darkness. They were all I could make out, besides his muscular form looming over me.
I caught my breath. “You’re fast.”
“Only when I need to be.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“I love you.”
“You should go back to bed.” He leaned in, but didn’t kiss me. “I’m not in a good head space right now.”
“Why not?” I held his head in my hands. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I killed Butterfly.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Yes.”
“How did you do it?”
He closed his eyes and his whole face hid behind shadows. “You don’t want to know.”
I considered Crusher’s story. A sigh escaped me. “You can’t just keep that inside of you.”
“Trust me. You don’t want to know, Mary Jane.” His body trembled against mine.
“You should talk about this with someone.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” He rubbed his lips along my chin and buried his face into my neck, sucking on my skin. Frustration and lust vibrated hot along his skin. “You should go back to sleep.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to be nice or soft. I want to be mean and hard. If you were just some chick, I would take this out on you. But you’re not.”
“I can be—”
He bit the curve of my neck and took my ability to speak away. My nipples stiffened. My body blazed with desire. Steam rose around us. His slick muscular frame had my mind playing the most delicious things in my head. If he wanted to hurt me, he could. If he hoped to tear me apart with his anger, I would open my arms, lay down on the ground, and let him. He’d trapped me from that very first minute that we met. Now I could never say no, never walk away, never leave him alone or in trouble.
Panting, I pressed my cheek against his face and whispered, “What do you want to do?”
“I want to fucking rip your pussy apart.”
I gulped. “That sounds painful.”
“I wouldn’t care. Right now, there’s only violence spinning inside of me, disturbing the peaceful towns in my head and crushing every logical thought in its path. I just want to hurt pretty things right now.”
“Interesting.” I shivered, let go of his head, and pulled off my shirt. It fell to the floor. I slipped off my panties next. They dropped to my feet and I slipped out of them. The whole time he drank me in, watching the entire show. His cock rose, stiff and pointing my way.
I licked my lips. “Rip me apart, Noah.”
He must’ve opened the bathroom window when he arrived. The curtains lifted and fell with the breeze. The storm seemed to be picking up. Thunder clapped. Lightening flashed. The scent of fresh rain thickened in the air.
I raised my hands to my nipples and toyed with them. “Did you hear me?”
A noise left his throat, something between a groan and low whine.
“Noah.” I slowly slipped my tongue along my bottom lip. “Rip me apart.”
He didn’t answer with his mouth. He chose his fingers to relay the message, touching every part of my body, slipping along every inch of my hungry flesh, and teasing the wet and greedy space between my thighs.
“It’s not in me.” Noah growled, his dark voice sending shivers all over me. “I can’t rip you apart.”
“You could try.”
“Can I?” He lifted me up and kept my body against the wall.
My breathing quickened. “Yes.”
He nipped at my chin and lapped each needy nipple. “Why can I?”
“Because this pussy is yours. I’m yours. Yours to love. Yours to hurt. You saved my life more than once. You’ve protected and cherished me. I’m yours. Rip me apart and then put me back together again, that’s all I ask. Don’t just leave my ass on the ground broken in pieces. Fix me, after you hurt me.”
He stopped devouring my nipples and held me for a few moments. I had no idea how long I stayed there with my legs wrapped around his waist and his big arms keeping me up. I could hear our heart beats within the sound of rain outside and his slow breaths.
What are you thinking about, Noah? What’s wrong?
“No, I can’t rip you apart.”
I shoved him. “Do it.”
He growled again and that cold entered his gaze and made his eyes close. “Don’t push me, baby.”
“I just did.” I shoved him again. “Rip me apart. Take it all out on me. What’s wrong?”
“I just get this way sometimes, after I kill.”
“Then take it all out on me.” I moved my hands down and centered his cock to me. “Don’t keep that stuff inside.”
“Fuck, I can’t even say no.” He spread me wider and thrust hard into me, but not gently. There was violence in each stroke. Malice radiated from his skin. With a hand under each of my thighs he gripped me with no mercy, slamming his big cock into me, over and over. Raw with no chaser. Each time he filled me, my sex clamped around him, hoping to never let go.
Our bodies battled each other. My breasts knocked against his chest. I roughly rocked and Noah mumbled things that I couldn’t understand. Twisting my hips fast, I was willing to snatch off his cock with my pussy. Up and down. Rage clashed with love.
The rain stormed louder. Still moving in me, Noah gasped. His cold eyes warmed in front of me and his pace lowered so suddenly I almost begged him to fuck me harder.
The energy shifted around us.
“You’re good for me.” Noah captured my lips, before I could moan how much I loved him. “And you’re mine.”
“Always.” Rolling my hips, I drifted on this ride of pulsating pleasure.
We moved in slow motion. The moonlit breeze from the open window blew the steam around us. Our sex music filled the space—wet skin slid against trembling flesh, moans escaped parted lips, groans completed statements, grunts echoed with thrusts, and whispers flowed from the heart.
He fisted my hair, gently tilted my head back, and devoured the curve of my neck. “I love you.”
“I need you.”
“Forever.”
“Forever, baby.”
In the darkness, our heart beats throbbed between us and there was no going back. I surrendered into him like I’d done the first time he kissed me. My head spun. His cock twitched inside of me and I clenched down even more, letting him know who the hell he was fucking.
I locked his eyes with mine. “You’re mine, Noah. Don’t you ever forget that.”
“I won’t.”
My orgasm came. The universe exploded inside of my head. Stars whirled around. Blind and greedy for more, I rocked hard, screaming like a crazy woman and digging my fingers into Noah’s shoulders, scared that he’d stop.
“Fuck!” Noah pounded into me, rocking, and grunting with each thrust.
Our bodies crashed into each other.
My core ripped apart.
We ripped apart.
Sensation blended with orgasmic silence. We came together in a dance of two hearts inside one body. We became one. For those seconds, I lived inside of him and he moved within me. There was no separation. We remained connected, panting and moaning as I came again and Noah spilled inside of me.