Noah povRosalie continued to twist against me with her limbs sluggish from the Dr rink she’s been having as I pulled her towards my car. "Let—go—" She slurred.I didn’t answer. I just wrenched the door open and shoved her inside."No!" She kicked out with her heel connecting with the dashboard."I want to dance! I want—Annie—"The second her heel connected with my dashboard, I saw red.Little fucking brat.Rosalie thrashed in the passenger seat like a wild animal, that goddamn red dress riding up her thighs as she kicked. The scent of tequila and her cherry lip gloss filled my car, mixing with the leather in a way that made my jaw clench."Annie—" she slurred, reaching for the door handle like she thought I hadn't locked it the second I threw her in here.I caught her wrist mid-air and slammed it back against the seat. "Try that again," I said, with my voice low, "and I'll cuff you to the fucking gearshift."Her pupils were blown wide. The alcohol was making her stupid. “I just
My head was pounding like someone had taken a hammer to my skull. I groaned, pressing my palms against my closed eyelids. The sunlight streaming through my window felt like a personal attack.Fuck. I feel like I have been hit by a truck.I rolled over, wincing at the movement, and froze.On my nightstand was a glass of water and a single white pill.What the hell?I sat up so fast that the room spinned. Who—?Then it hit me.Annie. The bass music from the club. The hot red dress. That guy’s hands on my waist with his dick pressing against my ass as we danced. The catcalls from the guys. The tequila burning my throat as I took multiple shots.My stomach twisted.But worse—so much worse—was what came after.Noah’s grip on my wrist. His low voice in my ear. Me kissing him like I was starving for it. His fingers between my legs—"Fuck!" I buried my face in my hands.I hated him. Hated that I’d been the one to start it. Hated that my body still buzzed at the memory.I just want to stay at
Nikki’s death glare burned into my back as Noah steered me into the classroom, his grip a steel band around my arm. Every head swiveled to watch—the king and his unwilling consort making their grand entrance.Fuck.I twisted against him. "I want to go to my seat."Noah’s fingers dug deeper, pulling me toward the back corner. "We’re sitting together.""Are you out of your mind?" I hissed, keeping my voice low as the whispers crescendoed around us. "What’s with this sudden ‘we’re attached at the hip’ bullshit?"His lips grazed my ear and his voice dripped with venomous sweetness."Do as I say, or kiss Harvard goodbye."Bullshit. My nails bit into my palms. Tonight. I will end this tonight. I will break into that room."Fine," I spat, letting him shove me into the seat. "But I won’t be able to focus here.""Sit.""Fine, asshole." I folded my arms, spine rigid against the chair.Noah stretched his legs out, crowding my space. "Why haven’t you been responding to my messages?""Because a
Noah’s thumb brushed my neck, then began massaging slow circles.Fuck. My bottom lip found its way between my teeth.He pulled a stool behind me with his legs spread wide to cage me between them. His hot breath hit my skin right before his mouth closed over that spot—the one that made my toes curl.Shit. I should’ve stopped him, but my body refused to move.His other hand skimmed lower, brushing my already hardened nipple. “Seems like someone needs an orgasm,” he whispered, with his fingers slipping past the waistband of my jeans, under my panties.What am I doing? I gasped, jerking away—but his grip tightened.“Sshhh.” His finger slid between my folds, and I froze. “I’m gonna make you feel good.”He sucked my neck again, fingers working my clit in ruthless strokes. A moan tore from my throat as I arched into his touch. His other hand pinched my nipple, twisting just enough to send sharp pleasure-pain radiating through me.“You’re so close… come on,” he growled in my ear.And I sha
The car ride was silent. Heavy. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums until they ache. My fingers twisted in my lap with my nails biting into my palms.What kind of punishment was waiting for me at home?Noah pulled into the driveway then the engine cut with a finality that made my stomach drop.“Get out. And stand.”I obeyed without a word.He parked, then strode past me toward the house, his broad shoulders tense beneath his shirt.“Move.”I followed, climbing the stairs on numb legs. The house was empty, as usual. Just us. Just this. As I turned toward my room—“My room.”I froze. Swallowed. Then pivoted toward his door.The scent of his cologne wrapped around me as I stepped inside. His room was clean as usual. The bed was neatly made, as if he’d planned this. He shut the door behind us with a quiet click.“Drop your backpack.”It thudded to the floor.Noah crossed to his closet, and my breath hitched as he pulled out a sleek black case. When he opened it, cold met
I shook my head in negation. No, no more. That’s enough.“No please,”Before I could refuse some more, Noah's lips crashed against mine in a punishing kiss, all teeth and domination as he ran his fingers through my hair. "You'll take what I give you," he growled against my mouth. His free hand slid down to roughly palm my breast.My back arched involuntarily as he pinched my nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. "This belongs to me now," he murmured before tearing the material away with his teeth, exposing my pebbled flesh to the cool air. His hot mouth closed over the peak, sucking hard enough to make me gasp—first from the sting, then from the sinful swirl of his tongue that turned pain into throbbing pleasure.I whimpered as he trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down my trembling stomach. He paused to bite the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. "You smell desperate," he taunted, inhaling my arousal as his fingers parted my folds. "Dripping for me like some cheap slut."The f
The first thing I noticed was the weight of Noah’s arm draped over my waist and his warm breath against the back of my neck. The second thing? The clock on his nightstand glowed 3:17 AM in blood-red digits.Perfect.I held my breath as I lifted his arm away from me slowly and slid out from under the sheets. The mattress creaked and Noah stirred. I froze, my pulse hammering in my throat until his breathing evened out again.Clothes first. My top was crumpled on the floor where I’d tossed it hours ago. I got dressed quickly.The bedside drawer yielded nothing but condoms and a switchblade. Classic Noah. His desk was next—neat, controlled, just like him. Laptop closed. Notes stacked with military precision. No phone.Then a glint of light caught my eye on glass atop his closet. There. I climbed onto his chair with my bare feet sinking into the leather, and stretched. My fingertips brushed cool metal. Got it. The phone was ice-cold in my palm, like it had been waiting for me.Now for th
“You can’t run Rosalie.”Shit he’s right. I can’t run away from him. Even if I do, it won't last. My mom would want to know why I’m away from the house. It’s bringing more problems than solving the current one. If you can’t run from your problems, you face them. “Is that what you told her before you killed her?” I shot. I know the last thing I should be doing right now is provoking him. But I can’t let him believe he has the upper hand.Noah kicked the door. “Open the fucking door and say it to my face.”“I can’t hide from you right? Break through it.”I heard him laugh. “You either open this door or I tear it down.”“Then you’ll have to explain to our parents what happened to the door.”“Our parents? Last time I recall, I only have a dad, and you only have a mom.”“Still doesn’t change the fact that you’ll have to explain.”He let out a dark chuckle.“You push me Rosalie, you push me.”I heard him go into his room, then he came out.“You forget that his house used to belong to
We got into the class and it was still empty. He directed me to a seat, and I obeyed. I could feel his gaze on me.“You know what happened yesterday has me wanting something.”I fixed my gaze on him. It better not be my virginity.“It has me wanting to see… more of your cum.”Fuck.“No way in hell.”He brought his thumb to brush my lip.“Tsk tsk Rosalie, remember what I said earlier. In case you don’t know, I can be more dangerous…”He gripped my jaw with his other hand.“and rougher.” He stuck his thumb into my mouth with force that almost made me gag. “So you better do as I say.” He pulled away.“Now, take off your panties.” I felt my skin pale as I squeezed my thighs together unconsciously. He couldn’t be serious could he? “Time is against you, Rosalie. The sooner you do what I say the better for you it will be.”My hands were at my panties, pulling them down from under my dress before he could finish talking. After what just happened I was learning to take all the monsters' thre
After about an hour, the lock clicked, and Noah shouldered his way into the room. He didn’t spare me a glance as he stripped down to his boxers, the dim light catching the sharp lines of his torso before he tugged on a loose shirt. The bed groaned under his weight as he dropped onto it, finally turning his head to look at me.His smirk was sharp.“Are you having fun in that prison of yours?”I clenched my jaw. “Fuck you.”A low laugh rumbled in his chest, the sound more mocking than amused. “I’m thinking of letting you go to bed.”“That means you’re thinking of waking up with a knife in your thigh.”Another laugh. this one was sharper, and edged with something dangerous. “Really? You’re really gonna stab me with a knife?”I tilted my head, letting my gaze drag down his body in deliberate challenge. “If you keep talking, I might just change the location.”His eyebrows shot up. “Look at my little prisoner, threatening to kill me.”“I’m no killer,” I said, voice steady despite the fir
Justin fisted a hand in my hair, yanking me deeper onto his dick, glazed eyes flashing. It made me cry harder, because that, combined with what Derek was doing to me, was making my hips want to grind into Derek’s hand, and god. It’s the worst part of all of this, knowing that Derek could be right. Maybe this is what I am. A fucking slut.Justin’s head fell back, eyes falling closed, and I’m grateful for the reprieve when the sharp, building ache between my legs reached a full crescendo, clenching as Derek moved with the movement of my hips. The reprieve didn’t last long. Justin thickened and pulsed in my mouth, his thick, salty release surged against my tongue. He cupped the back of my head and pressed me close, holding me there as he emptied himself between my lips. Behind me, Derek grunted, yanking me against his chest, and I’m caught in the middle of them, being pulled two different ways. I heard more than seeing Noah finish, his rough, breathless groan startling me. Justin p
Justin rubbed his thumb over my mouth, eyes fixed to the movement. “Get on your knees.”There’s no mistaking what he wants me to do, and after Noah told him to hurry, he picked up his pace. There’s no time to process as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans. He was not wearing underwear and his dick was just as hard as it’d felt under my palm before. It’s big, straining at the skin and pointing right at me. I stared down at it, frozen in shock until Derek’s hands bore down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. To my horror, Derek came down with me, still aligned with my back. I heard his zipper lower while one hand snaked around to grope my breast. “What are you doing?” I asked, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice.“Watching,” he said, nipping at my earlobe. “Feeling. Getting off. There’s more than one way to enjoy a girl.”I took one last look at my stepbrother, one last chance to hope he’s come to his senses. There has to be something human inside of him.
Justin tilted his head like he’s assessing me. All he got was the feel of a hard, involuntary swallow beneath his palm. “Maybe you would, huh? You like it rough? Because we’re good with that.”Derek stonily added, “Crazy good.”I tried to speak, but my voice was trapped somewhere in my chest, caught in the irony of the moment. Here I’ve been keeping my eye on one threat only to walk into another. This can’t happen. Not now. Not like this. Not with these guys. I’ve gone through a lot of things since I moved to this house. But getting my virginity taken by Noah’s monsters friends in his fucking room while he watched is going to be the height of it.My eyes drop down to Justin’s wrist. The corded muscles in his forearm as he held me by the throat flexed and shifted beneath the skin. I tested my strength against his other hand, yanking it sharply away from his crotch. I do, but I’m not fooled. He just let me. Even one of these guys would be impossible to fight off, but three? My hear
My eyes slowly opened, and my eyes met the familiar mess that I had made. I was in fucking Noah’s room. I jolted up, and before I could get to my feet, I heard some voices coming closer to the room. “Forget her sorry ass Justin… It's good riddance.” I heard Derek say. Fuck. Wait, Justin gut dumped? He had a girlfriend?! I checked the time on his digital clock, it was 3:45 am. I dashed into the room, and just as I was about to turn the door knob, it turned and I was face time face with Noah, Justin and Derek.The grin on Noah’s lips disappeared.“Ooo, dude I never knew she was in here.” Justin said, hitting him with his elbow.“I was…”“Damn, she’s hot as fuck.” Derek said as he ransacked my body.“Dude, stop. You know how Noah can get.”“Oh shit, I’m sorry. But he’s fucking hot.”“No need to apologize.” Noah said with a devilish smile on his face.“What?” Derek and Justin said in unison.“You can say what you want.” Noah said entering the room. Derek and Justin followed.“Check
Noah let me downstairs, and just as in Justin’s party I sat at a corner. I really hope I don’t see Annie. Because that time, Noah was not this. And I know Annie would want us to leave this party.The deafening blare of the speakers and Noah’s gaze seemed to always find me no matter where I hid. The party had been in full blast for over an hour. I watched the swing and sway of half-naked girls in short skirts and the raucous, hormonal males stumble and party, drunkenly from room to room.Being a teen, I may not have found this so bad if I had some friends here, or wasn’t being threatened. I was isolated to a corner of the room and directly across from me I could see Noah surrounded by other kids though he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to them. Instead his gaze would find its way back to me. I’m sure if he gave his group much attention he would notice the hot brunette, who I was sure was one of the girls checking him out everytime he got to school.I began to think of reasons
I scanned the room again, my gaze snagging on another photo—Noah, maybe twelve, grinning with his arm slung around his mom's shoulders. He was so happy.My chest ached. I understood the pain. Understood loss. I know he’s hurt. Anyone would be hurt. But I can’t put a finger on why he’s taking it out on me. One Hour LaterThe lock clicked.I jerked upright, hope flaring stupidly in my chest—until Noah's voice slithered through the crack in the door.“Yes, make sure you bring everyone.” He was on the phone. Bring everyone? For what?Then I hear the lock turn open. “Come with me.” He said harshly.I did as he said without any hesitation. I followed, my tied hands throbbing. The belt had rubbed my wrists raw, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the acid churning in my gut."Can you at least untie my hands?""No."He reached for the door handle, and something in me snapped."Why? Scared I'll run? Or worse—hurt you?"Noah stilled. Then he laughed, slow and dark, the sound cur
He lifted me by my hands until I was on my knees again in front of him. I know it would be stupid of me, but I feel the Noah I had seen all this time isn’t capable of doing all these. He’s just hurt, and thinking with rage.“I’m sorry,” I said, the words catching in my throat. I didn’t realize that he had been walking out the door until I’d already blurted the words out. He was leaving here?“For what?” He stopped and asked a second later. I could hear the suspicion in his voice.“That you’re so hurt by what happened to you turned into a monster. ” I instantly regretted the words once they were out but it was too late. His heavy footsteps were loud and hard against the floor as he walked back over to me. I knew he was angry before he even spoke but I didn’t know how much until he spoke.“That’s where you got it wrong,” he gritted and slowly unzipped his jeans. He gripped my hair in his hands and tilted my head back, slightly so he could look into my eyes. “I’m not hurt, I’m the on