She couldn’t resist looking at his lips. They looked so tempting. It wasn’t fair.
Evil didn’t make her wait. He slammed his lips down on hers. At the same time, his hands traveled down to her shoulders,and he started to push the straps of her dress down.
She didn’t fight him. Just let it happen.
The negligee was no match for his strength. The straps tore beneath the pressure, and it ended upin a heap on the floor.
Evil grabbed her hipsand spun her around, placing both of her hands on the counter. “Stay still.”
He moved her feet apart, and she felt him spread the cheeks of her ass. His fingers stroked between her thighs, spreading open her pussy lips, and then she felt the hard ridge of his cock as he started to press it inside her.
She whimpered. He’dfucked her three times already, and even after that, her cunt wasn’t quite used to him as he began to work in and out of her pussy.
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to contain her pleasured cries.
Evil saw it. He wrapped his fingers aroundher neck, not squeezing tight, just holding her. “Let me hear you scream, baby. I want to hear all of it.”
His other hand was back between her thighs, stroking her clit. Even as she tried to keep herarousal under control, he was determined to make her feel every single little thing. There was no holding back. This was pure control. And she loved it.
His name fell from her lips, and it felt so right.
He started to fuck her. Sliding his cock in and out of her, filling her to the brim. With the way he teased her clit, she couldn’t help but thrust back against him, work his dick inside her, and seek that bliss he was holding within her grasp.
Evil sped up his thrusts, making her cry out, moan, ache, andthen, he threw her over the edge and she called his name. At the same time, he growled against her ear as he found his own completion.
Chapter Five
“Please, I’m begging you. I don’t know anything.”
Evil stared up at the man who had already pissed himself multiple times. Wearing a noose around his neck, precariously balanced on a plastic crate, would do that to a man. According to his informants, this piece of shit was paid to spy on him. This man here was solely responsible for feeding the information to his enemies about Noelle’s existence.
It had come to him a week ago. The night he first fucked Noelle. He couldn’t believe it had already been a week. Noelle belonged to him.
She was currently back at his casino with Arnold and a couple of his men hedid trust. The bruises on her face were healing fast, and it pissed him off how determined she was to carry on with life, working for him.
The pastweek, he had barely left her side, but that first night, she had fallen asleep in his arms, and he’d looked at her. The bruises were a reminder of what he’d seen. What she had been through before he was able to get to her. The damage that could have been caused if he hadn’t been deep in stalker mode when it came to this woman.
He couldn’t shake the feeling and wondered how his enemies knew. Noelle was his secret. He hadn’t been careless with her life. He’d gone out of his way to make sure she was taken care of. That all of her needs were met.
Yet, someone had found out the truth. That someone was going to dietoday, but not before he made sure they wished they’d never met him or Noelle.
He stared at the man who was fighting to stay on the plastic crate. One had already broken, as had a second. This was the third and last.
Once this was broken, the man woulddie.
Evil wasn’t affected by his flailingor the pleas for his sorry life. Forty-five years, Evil had been alive. All those years, he had rarely met someone he would consider innocent. Noelle was the only exception.
He did see the darkness in her eyes. Her story wasn’t that of a woman who had loving parents and a life to go back to. She was alone in the world, but he also saw she’d been alone for a very long time. Probably even before her time with him.
His own story wasn’t good. Jumping from foster places. Abusive women and men, only in it for the money. There had been a few nice people, who’d been in it for the kids, but something had always gotten fucked up that meant he couldn’t stay with them. He’d seen how upset they’d been when he’d been taken from the care and moved elsewhere.
It didn’t take him long to run, and he never looked back. No one had sent him back to the foster system.
He’d learned to survive in that world. The streets hadn’t been much better, but this time, he was able to earn a living off of being beaten. In the beginning, he’d lost a few fights, attempting to earn some cash. That hadn’t lasted long.
His life had been at stake and he hadn’t messed around. He had fought to survive. That was his history. Beating, working hard, and fighting every single day to get to where he was now.
He didn’t care that people feared him. To him, this was a job well done. A good job. One he was damn proud of as well.