The way Evil had told her she now belonged to him had been a little startling. Almost verging on scary.
“You’re mine now, Noelle, and there is no going back.”
Noelle had never been so thoroughly claimed. She stared straight ahead at his kitchen cupboards, waiting for the kettle to whistle. He had the kind of kettle that required her to place it on the stove. She was used to having an electric one.
She needed coffee. And the truth was, she needed time to think.
Since her attack, everything had been moving so fast. Evil. Being trappedin his home. Now she was in his apartment and she had no doubt at all this was where she was meant to stay.
The sex.
She closed her eyes, feeling an answering pulse between her thighs. The sex had been incredible, just as she knew it would be. So completely incredible. She licked her lips just thinking about it. It hadn’t been one time last night, but multiple times. Lots and lots of multiple.
Feeling Evil inside her,she knew he hadn’t once worn a condom, and even though she was pissed at him for it, she couldn’t help but be aroused by him. It was crazy, insane. She wasn’t ready to be a mother. Even at twenty-nine years old, she didn’t know if she was ready to bring a child into this world.
The kettle began to whistle. She turned the dial off and used an oven glove to carry it across his kitchen to where her cup was waiting.
Evil was still fast asleep. Which was good. She had to think.
After pouring the hot water into the coffee granules, she placed the hot kettle on a heat-proof mat before finishing her drink by adding just a splash of milk. Not too much that it would weaken her coffee, but just enough to give her a nice caramel color.
Evil Carter wasn’t a good man. His very name installed fear into most men. A lot of women as well. She had seen some women go the other way. Be completely aroused by a man like Evil Carter. He got shit done, and he certainly didn’t take crap from anyone.
Other than this attack, Noelle had never seen the other side of his life. It had been hinted at, but for the most part, he kept her out of it.
Why? Did he not trust her?
She was about to grab her coffee and take a sip when arms wrapped around her waist.
“Morning, beautiful. You weren’t in bed.” He pressed his face against her neck.
“I don’t sleep too late.” She hadn’teven slept late as a kid, and that had extended into being an adult.
She took a sip of her drink and smiled as one of his hands slowly traveled up toward her breast.
Before leaving him to sleep, she had been tempted to wake him, but she had needed the time and space to work out what the hell was going on in her mind before talking to him.
“Would you like some coffee?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He took the cup from her and had a sip. “Exactly as you made that.”
Evil didn’t let her go. He kept one arm banded around her waist, and the other softly massaged her tit.
She nibbledon her lip, trying not to let it affect her, but who was she kidding?
Her pussy had grown slick from the moment he touched her. As for her breast, her nipple was hard, pointing into thecurve of his palm.
“I love how responsive your body is, baby,” he said.
“I bet you say that to all of the women.”She stirred his coffee and then tried to turn in his arms. Evil let her, but she got the sense that if he didn’t want her to, she’d stay in place, at his mercy.
His coffee was in her hands.
“Here you go.”
He took the mugfrom her and had a quick sip. There was no sign in his gaze that it was too hot.
Evil reached behind her, and she heard him place the coffee cup down on the counter. He cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking across her lips.