Crave and Claimed, 3
From the moment Evil sees Noelle, he has to have her. She’s out of a job, and he needs a PA. She doesn’t have to know who he really is, how his name instills fear. He owns the city, and soon, he’s going to own Noelle.
Noelle knows exactly who Evil is. When she’s attacked, Evil’s protection goes into overdrive, and she has no choice but to fight him if she wants to be free. She pushes his buttons, but he can’t let her go. He needs to make her his, and the only way to do that is to knock her up.
Evil can’t rest until he knows his enemies will leave Noelle alone. He has to protect her, especially when he learns she’s pregnant. But as soon as she tells him, he disappears.
Was Evil’s need a lie, or will he surprise her with the family she has always dreamed about?
Be Warned: anal sex
Evil sipped his whiskey. The burn didn’t help to rid his body of the arousal he’d been suffering for the past few hours. None of his men were around, so he didn’t have to hide his reactions to Noelle. Everything she did was fucking enjoyable.
The way she ate, the few appreciative noises. It made him think of how good she’d look with her lips wrapped around his dick. This didn’t help to stop the arousal. All this did was make him even more fucking horny, and it had been a long time since he’d been with a woman. A long fucking time.
Having a drink in that bar had been the wrong thing for him to do. The day he met Noelle, all other women ceased to matter to him.
Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes. Noelle was right. The two men who’d gotten to hurt her before he made it to her were dead. He took great pleasure in ending their sorry asses. It hadn’t been hard to do. They’d hurt Noelle, so they had to die. He hadn’t been able to make it slow and painful. It had been painful but had ended far too quickly. More quickly than what they deserved.
Evil didn’t need to open his eyes to know Noelle had entered the room. He lifted his head and turned toward her.
She stood in the doorway, and as if to torture him some more, she wore a white negligee, complete with a white silk robe. He’d purchased them for her. In fact, all of the clothes in the room she was staying in had been bought with her in mind.
“You’re drinking?” she asked.
“I’m … taking the edge off.”
Noelle didn’t like drinking. The night he’d first seen her, when he asked the bartender what she’d been drinking, he’d responded with a soda. Noelle never drank. Another insecurity she’d gotten from her deadbeat dad.
She took a step into the room, then another one.
Evil couldn’t help but look at her body, appreciating the way she moved. The sensual movements drew his gaze, making it impossible for him to look away.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. With each step she took, her full tits bounced to the movement.
He expected her to take a seat, but instead, she stepped right in front of him. She placed a hand on his thigh, leaned over him, and then took his drink from him.
“That’s enough,” she said.
Evil didn’t fight her taking the drink, but as she stepped away, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in close.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“You’ve taken my whiskey from me, and might I point out, it is damn good whiskey. What are you going to give me in return?”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
She was so close. Of course, it was because he’d forced her to be this close, and all he wanted to do was kiss her. To smash his lips right against hers, to deepen a kiss that wasn’t even happening.
“My liver and I are good with drinking,” he said.
“You don’t need to drink,” she said. “Talk to me.”
She didn’t pull away, and he hadn’t let her go.
The bruising had really come out in the last few hours. He hadn’t gotten a doctor to help her. Noelle had demanded that he help her. So, he’d taken care of her cuts. There was nothing he could do for the bruises.
“Those men died too peacefully,” he said. “Is that what you want to hear?”
She sighed. “If that’s what you need to say.”
He let her go, and Noelle didn’t go far. She sank to her knees, running her hands up his thighs, and then back down again. His dick was already hard before she came into the room, and now with her this close, touching him, it wasn’t helping.
Staring into her blue eyes, he couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to look away. Cupping her cheek, he ran his thumb across her bottom lip. She didn’t pull away.
“Noelle, I want to fuck you,” he said.
“Then you need to get up and go back to your room before I do something you’re not going to like.”
She kept her hands on his thighs.
He stared at her and waited. She lifted up, and he watched her as she came in close. He felt her as she put one knee on either side of his legs, straddling him.
“Tell me what you want, Evil.”
He put his hands on her ass and drew her down so that she rode against his cock. “I want you, Noelle.”