CHAPTER 34
Ivy
The drugs have completely taken over.
The world around me pulses.
I know I’m still leaking blood from the cut on the back of my arm. How could I forget? I just used my own blood to leave Noah a message in the empty room behind me.
Where is he?
I hear voices from afar, what sounds like a woman. Also, who I’m sure is Noah. But the voices are distorted by the distance, almost impossible to follow. My vision blurs with each pump of my heart.
It doesn’t fucking help that they keep messing with the lights. They’ve been doing this to my Noah for hours, and now that I’m out in this hall just as lost, they seem to be taking more pleasure in it.
The lights shut off just as I reach a turn on the hallway. Hand on the wall, I follow the path to the left.
Suddenly, the lights blaze on.
Two huge, gold-rimmed lenses are right in my face.
Jacques.
The lights shut off just as that thought registers.
Primal fear, more powerful than any I’ve ever felt before, tears through my spinal column. My lips parts on a shrill scream.
“IVY!” Noah yells out, sounding closer than ever.
Just as quick as they turned off, the lights come back on.
Jacques is nowhere to be seen.
My knees nearly buckle in relief. Shaking from head to toe, I lean against the wall, struggling to catch my breath.
“Ivy!”
“Noah?” I scream out, even though my heart’s still pounding so hard I can barely breathe. “I’m here!”
“I’m coming for you, baby!”
The anguish in his tone brings tears to my eyes. They leak out in hot torrents. Lifting myself away from the wall, I wipe at my face with shaky hands, looking left and right—
Noah comes barreling around the corner I just turned.
My gasp shoots up and down the hall.
He slams to a halt, wide, disbelieving eyes taking me in.
Out of nowhere, I start crying again, my body shaking harder. “Noah.”
“Ivy.” My name seems ripped out of him by sheer force. A yearning, aching sound. He shakes his head, as if expecting me to disappear. When he realizes I’m still here—that it’s still me—he grunts and heads straight to me.
I can’t move, my body weighed down by a torrent of emotion. Whispering his name, I hold my arms out—
Noah sweeps me up against him, slamming me into his chest. One large hand curls around the back of my head, holding it to his thundering heart. His other arm squeezes me so hard I almost can’t breathe.
I’m choking on pure gratitude. Love.
He’s big, almost too big for me to put my arms around him, but I squeeze him with all the strength I have left.
Our bodies tremble, the heat between us exploding into a pulsing wave. “Noah.”
His hips jerk, his erection rock-hard, and another groan leaves him. He squeezes me even harder. “It’s you. Oh God, baby, it’s you.” His dick pulses so fucking hard against me.
The arousal that explodes through me is purely demonic. Fucking unholy. More powerful than anything I’ve ever felt before. I don’t even remember moving, but suddenly I’m straddling his thigh.
Moving against it.
My pussy throbs at the friction. “Oh, God!”
“Fuck.” That monstrous sound makes me gasp. Before I can react further, Noah pushes me backwards, right toward the wall. As he moves me, he raises his head, that furious expression coming into view.
No. Not furious. He shoves me into the wall, harder than he should have, and a hungry little whimper leaves me. The mad, psychotic hunger in his eyes makes my body pulse with the need to have him.
His hands drop down to my shoulders, fisting around the material of my robe. With just a single tug of each hand, he shreds the material right off my body.
I arch against the concrete wall, barely feeling the scrape of it along my back.
Noah’s eyes fall to my hard nipples, narrowing with hunger. He throws the robe behind him, wraps his hands around my back, and arches me up toward him.
My hands shoot into his hair, eyes on him as he lowers his head to my chest.
No waiting. No hesitation.
The heat of his mouth wrapping around my nipple is like a blast of pure sensation all over my body. I go wet down to my thighs, my hips writhing. Moaning uncontrollably, already on the verge. “Noah. Noah. Please, baby. Please.”
He sucks hard on my nipple, grunting, and reaches down to lift me up. Mouth locked around my breast, he forces me to straddle him, slams me back against the wall—
I feel the skin on my back scrape open just as he spears inside me with that monster cock.
Deep.
Hard.
Fast.
Thighs shaking, I explode all around him, coming instantly. “Ohhhhh GOD.”
Noah releases my nipple, teeth snapping around my neck. His large back curls with a shiver, his throbbing dick pressing deep inside me. Each pulse makes my pussy contract, sending more pleasure through me.
I’m missing two nails and I still can’t stop myself from digging my claws into his back. “Fuck baby. Fuck. That cock.”
“So wet. Motherfucking tight!” Noah hisses around the skin of my neck, struggling to hold himself still. I can feel his need to flood me with his cum. His need to fuck—fuck hard, fuck dirty, destroy me with the force of his hunger.
He’s edging himself, struggling not to give in yet.
I moan his name, the sound once again bouncing up and down the empty halls. My body tightens around him, making the drag even more delicious. Each pant of breath leaves my lips, a shallow expulsion of air.
Noah lets go of my neck, lifting his head. In the red glow of the lights, I see the dark stains around his lips. My blood.
Lost, I yank him by the hair, slamming my lips onto his. His taste, the feel of his lips, it all heightens my animalistic hunger. His tongue slides right inside me, no hesitation, no permission needed.
I feel how wet his cock is from me, hear it with each minute shift of his hips.
The lights turn off all around us, plunging us into darkness. All it does is fuck with my head more. I can’t see him, but I can feel him all around me. The sounds of our frantic fucking seem to surround us both.
Noah presses me against the wall again, his dick throbbing faster. Not moving, his kisses me with hard, possessive laps of his tongue. He pulls back just long enough to demand, “Tell me how that cock feels inside you, baby.”
His rough, gravelly voice.
His accent.
He doesn’t wait for my reply, taking control of me with his perfect lips. Our tongues twine, and I whimper between kisses. “So big. So hard. Oh God, so thick.”
Losing control of his body, his hips whip back and forth.
I scream into our kiss, writhing. “Please. Please.” My hips move over his, thighs quivering. Clenching to keep him in place.
“Mmmm.” The skin of his chest rises with goosebumps against me. He lets me go, flattening his hands on the cement wall on each side of me. He thrusts into me and I bounce on his dick.
The wet sound of our skin slapping together, of my juices covering his entire groin, makes my clit throb.
Noah releases my lips, breaths panting like he just finished a race. Each exhale is accompanied by a low, masculine grunt and another throb of his cock.
I let my head fall back, hips moving in tight circles. Milking his cock against his will. “Please, baby. Please. Please. Please.”
His head drops; forehead to my exposed neck, groaning in anguish. He finally loses some of his control, hips moving in small but quick jabs. “Fuck, baby. The way you feel on my cock. Holy shite, Ivy. That’s so good baby. So. Fucking. Good.”
My lips part and I inhale a quick breath—
Noah loses all control, jerking into me in wild, uncoordinated thrusts.
That inhale breaks on yet another scream as a second, more powerful orgasm shreds through my nerve-endings. The electricity burns through my skin as Noah pounds into my soaked cunt, my name leaving him in loud, pained moans.
“Jesus-fucking-Christ, Ivy. I feel every ridge gripping me, baby. Every inch. Making me fucking—” He slams into me, growling like a wounded beast, his cock kicking and kicking in my pussy.
I take every drop, hips squirming, soaking up all his cum.
Noah shudders against me, his body jerking in small, involuntary movements. It’s so wet between us now that his cock, still semi-hard, slips right out of me. Stumbling, he lays me against the wall, his entire weight pressing into me.
He’s lost the strength in his body. Can barely keep himself up.
I don’t care. Don’t care that my back is further scraping. I curl all around him, hugging him as tight as I can.
Eventually, he must realize the position he has me in. Groaning, he lets me down slowly, until my feet touch the floor.
I refuse to let him go, my arms still wrapped around his neck.
Noah hugs me harder, encompassing me in his big, thick arms. Moving away from the wall, he faces the hallway again, both of us curled around each other.
“I fucking love you, baby,” he whispers, out of breath.
“I love you too,” I whimper, so fucking grateful to have him back. “I thought they were going to kill you.”
“I thought I’d lost you, Ivy.” His voice chokes up on the last few words and all I want to do is roar at the unfairness of our situation.
At the fact that they’re doing this to us. Using our love against each other to torment us both.
And their ultimate goal is our death. There’s no delusions about that. After they’ve had their fill of our suffering, they’ll kills us both.
Just like they killed my parents.
The reminder blasts through me and I can’t help the sob that leaves me.
“Ivy?” Noah’s arms shift, hugging me even tighter.
“Th-they killed them, Noah. I sa-saw it,” I struggle to get out between sobs.
He moves back away from me, even though we can’t see each other in this darkness. The tension in him can’t be mistaken. His heart’s already breaking, wondering who has died for this little game this time. “Who, Ivy?”
“My—my . . . Oh, God. My parents! They showed me a feed of their house. There was blood everywhere. There’s no way they survived—”
“Fuck!” Noah jerks me back against him, holding me. Trying to comfort me in the only way he can. “I’m so bloody sorry, Ivy. So sorry. Oh God, baby. I’m sorry.”
I shift so that my head is lying on his shoulder, trying to focus only on the feeling of him. On the knowledge that he’s still with me. Him, the man I love more than anything and was too stupid to admit to myself until recently.
No telling how much time passes with us like this, wrapped around each other. We’re all we have right now. The only anchors keeping us in place. Eventually, my tears subside enough for me to become lost in the scent of his skin again.
On the feel of his rubbing against my nipples.
With a low mewl, I snuggle closer, my heart skipping a beat at the low groan he gives.
The lights come back on, a blinding, confusing white shade this time. After spending so much time in the red glow, it takes a few moments for my vision to adjust.
I feel Noah tensing around me. Suddenly, his arms tighten to a painful point, like a snake curling protectively around its prey. A warning sound leaves him, one that sends my adrenaline skyrocketing.
Behind Noah, directly in my line of sight, a hulking form comes into view, approaching fast—
It’s Raoul.
And he’s heading straight for Noah.
His right hand is raised, a sharp, perfect dagger secured at his fist.