“I thought you trusted me, baby girl.” His voice is so low I almost miss the words that escape his lips.
He’s still angry, pissed off at me for standing my ground, for demanding answers.
“I do.” I tell him, my eyes focused in on his. “I can trust you and still want answers at the same time, Noah.”
A sting burns across the side of my thigh and I realize he just slapped me. He runs his palm over the red flesh. “Mik,” he growls. “Don’t fucking test me right now.”
“Why?” The burning inside of me has only made me more confident.
More willing to play his game.
His eye twitches, a quick movement that anyone else would have missed but I’m so close to him, staring into his eyes and I see it. It’s the anger in him, that he’s trying so hard to hold back.
But I don’t want him to.
I want him to let it all out.
We’re in this together. All this anger, all this fucking pain is ours to share.
“Say it,” I urge him and his grip on me tightens, his nails biting into my flesh. “Say what you’re thinking!”
A snarl passes his lips, venom dripping from the sound. “Yeah, baby girl? You don’t even know what you're asking for.”
“I can handle it.” I shoot back.
He chuckles, a sinister sound. “You can’t handle shit, baby. You blocked out a whole fucking night to avoid the truth.”
The words cut into me, deep lacerations into my soul.
But I asked for that. I asked for him to tell me, to hurt me.
“That’s not fair.”
Another malevolent chuckle leaves his lips while he spins around, this time pressing the front of my body against the door. He grips a fistful of my hair, turning my head so my cheek hits the wood door while he holds me in place.
“You don’t know, baby. You have no idea what’s fair in this world because I protect you from everything. And that’s fine by me, I would die for you, Mikaela. But you don’t fucking get it.” His fist tightens with the statement, pulling my scalp back further.
I groan in protest, from the bite of pain on my scalp.
“All I ask is for you to trust me, baby girl, and you can’t even do that.” His words are filled with pain.
“I do trust you,” I say, but the words come out in a harsh whisper.
I hear the crack of his palm hitting my ass and the pain reverberates through me. I yelp out, but he does it again and again until I’m nearly crying. My lashes are coated with wetness, and I hear my voice, a small sound begging him to stop.
“You’re a liar.” He tells me, the words laced with venom.
He peels the lacy pair of panties I’m wearing down my legs, guiding me to step out of them. Nudging my ankles with his heel, he instructs me to widen my stance for him.
I’m whimpering, practically begging for him to touch me, to fuck me.
He doesn’t disappoint, freeing his cock from the black slacks he’s wearing and hoisting me up so I can wrap my legs around him. He drives into me at a brutal pace, taking everything I have to offer.
I’m soaked for him, every inch of me is ready to be used by him.
My eyes squeeze shut as the sensations begin to wash over my while the throbbing flesh of my ass hits the doorframe over and over again.
“Look at me, baby girl.” His deep tenor pulls me out of my head and back to the surface. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”