All Chapters of They Know What She Wants: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

Arguing wasn't going to change a single thing. I knew that, deep down, even as every instinct in me wanted to keep pushing. So I let it go, not because I'd made peace with any of it, but because I'd finally understood that peace wasn't something I was going to get handed to me. I just had to carry the uncertainty and keep moving anyway.Noah was discharged not long after that conversation and moved him out of the medical wing and into his actual place on the estate, his old place, the one he'd apparently had long before, tucked a little further from the main house than I expected.It was smaller than I thought it'd be, considering everything else about this estate screamed excess. Just a single room, really, a bed, a kitchen tucked into the corner, a window that looked out over a quieter stretch of the grounds than the one from the medical wing. It felt more like him, somehow.The problem was, once he was discharged, my guest accommodation disappeared right along with it."Guess yo

"Or am I wrong," he asked, staring the man down like he was daring him to deny it.Nobody answered right away. The whole table just stared back at him, blank, and for a second I genuinely couldn't tell if the silence meant Noah had gotten it completely wrong or completely right.Then the man started clapping.The sound echoing off the walls of that too-polished room until it felt like it was scraping against my skin."And here I thought you're not a very bright one," he said, shaking his head with amusement. "Glad to see I was wrong.""Answer the fucking question," Noah growled, not even slightly amused."When did you figure it out?"I watched Noah's jaw tighten, his eyes narrowing like he was replaying every single piece of this conversation back in his head, slotting it all together in real time."The second you fucking said his name," he sneered. "Took me a second to connect all the goddamn dots, but yeah. The second you said Ashford, I realized this whole shitshow wasn't about me

I was also kind of stumped because I too never thought of myself as someone who makes the first move. Still, it was super clear he wasn't taking me seriously anyway.Steam curled between us, catching on the damp strands of hair stuck to his neck, and I could feel the heat of him even through the water. My face was still burning but I managed to shrug, trying to make it look casual even though my pulse was pounding stupid under my skin. “I just want to help.”His brow lifted, and the corner of his mouth twitched. “Help?”“Yes.” I reached for the washcloth he’d left on the edge of the tub and held it up between us, water dripping from the corner of it onto my wrist. “I want to wash you.”He laughed under his breath, and the sound of it moved through the small space. “You’re full of shit.”“I’m not.”“Mhm.” He leaned his head back against the rim again, but his eyes stayed on me, half-lidded and amused. “Go ahead, then. Be my guest.”I shifted closer, careful not to make the water slosh

He didn’t give me much time to answer. The second I nodded, his hands were under my arms, lifting me out of the water. I quickly wrapped my arms around him as the water streamed off both of us while he stepped over the edge of the tub and carried me straight into the bedroom, dripping across the floor, and I barely had time to register the cooler air on my skin before he dropped me onto the mattress. The sheets stuck to my wet back.“Noah…” I pushed up on my elbows, still catching my breath, and he was already there, one knee on the bed, water still running down his chest and stomach.“God help me, Saraphina, I’ve been trying so goddamn hard,” he let out, his voice low and rough as he crawled over me. “Do you understand?” His hand found my breast, and his thumb dragged over my nipple until it tightened under his touch. I took in a sharp breath. “Weeks of you walking around this fucking place in those tiny-ass shorts, looking at me like you damn well wanted me to do something, but I

I was still trembling and my body felt wrung out and oversensitive, and part of me wanted to tell him I couldn’t, that I was done, that I needed a second. But the way he was looking at me, the way his thumb kept stroking my cheek like he was proud of me for even still being here, made the words stick in my throat.And I found myself nodding. I must have really lost my mind.He beamed and rewarded me with a kiss.It was slower than the ones before, deeper, his mouth moving against mine while he kept one hand on my face and the other still holding my leg open. I could taste myself on his tongue and slowly, my hands found his shoulders again. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine for a second, both of us breathing hard.“Thats my good girl,” he murmured.Then turned me over.One of his hands was on my hip, the other guiding me onto my stomach, and then he pulled my hips up until I was on my knees, face pressed into the sheets. I barely had time to brace myself