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shoulders hitch. He grunts, tightening his fingers in my hair, and I know he likes that too. Likes me on my knees, choking for him. Likes me whimpering. He pumps faster, and my eyes water. Fuck, he’s big. I try to pull back, to shorten the strokes a little, but his hand is on the back of my head, pulling my hair, urging me to take more. To take everything he gives me. Forcing me.
    My clit throbs. I slip a hand between my legs, and he grunts his approval.
    “That’s it, baby. Get yourself off while I fuck your face.”
    Yes.
    My body answers with an orgasm that breaks like the tide, an angry wave against a rocky shore. Hard and fast. Inevitable. I shudder, but my cries are trapped at the back of my throat, muffled against his cock.
    I’m coming. I’m coming so hard. All over my hand, on the floor in front of him. I feel ruined and perfect. Powerful, desperate and spent. I feel everything at once.
    He jerks free of my mouth and pumps himself, painting hot come across my neck and breasts. Just like he promised earlier. I’m going to come all over them.
    He swirls a finger in the mess he’s made—a quick flourish that could be a figure eight even if it does feel like a heart—and swipes it over my bottom lip. “When I’m through with you, I promise you’re going to ache for days and there won’t be an inch of you left that isn’t mine.”
    When I’m through with you…
    Oh, the sweetness and the sorrow. I’m starting to realize Noah keeps his promises.

Chapter Seven

    T he front door slams again, and this time it’s followed by heavy footsteps that rattle the floor under my knees. I jerk back to grab the comforter off the bed—to cover myself—but Noah stops me. With one hand he cups the back of my head and presses my face to his thigh. The gesture feels possessive, protective and almost tender. The reassuring stroke of his thumb against my scalp, up and down, makes me shiver.
    It shouldn’t. I should be terrified and embarrassed. Adrenaline should be pumping fresh in my veins, but I’ve got nothing left. I’m naked, on my knees and covered in come, while someone I don’t know storms into my apartment, and my heartbeat barely trips.
    Noah’s other hand is wrapped around a flat-back gun. Something stubby and squat and so much a part of him I barely noticed when he slipped it from the back of his pants and deposited it on my nightstand last night. I notice it now, even if I only see it for a second before he turns his upper body toward the door. I notice his pointer finger on the trigger, imagine that reassuring stroke.
    Under my arms, the muscles in his tree-trunk legs are tense. “You following me now, brother? I don’t remember asking for a babysitter.”
    Brother? I don’t think he means the blood kind. Maybe the blood oath kind.
    “Yeah, I’m following you. Followed you here last night, sure as shit didn’t expect to find you here this morning. You got a death wish? That bitch better be polishing your wood so you can build an ark, Noah. Dev’s about to rain a world of hurt down on you for going off the grid.”
    Bitch barely touches me. I’ve been called worse by people I actually care about. Dev sends a chill down my spine, though. It’s Dev’s money Harry ran off with. Dev is the reason Noah sat in my section vibrating with barely contained menace and smoldering attitude.
    I strain to listen.
    Noah’s voice is as flat as the finish on his gun. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t bust in here uninvited using such a disrespectful tone. Otherwise I’d be obligated to teach you some fucking manners.”
    “Whoa, whoa, don’t shoot the messenger. I wouldn’t even be here if you’d check your damn phone. We’ve got a job to do.”
    “Following me and telling me my job? Damn, Stone. You want to help this honey suck my dick too?”
    Honey stings. Like a rubber band snapped against my wrist, reminding me of my place. But sweeter because it’s followed by the slide of his palm over my