Noel's Nightmare by Tate Monroe & Tate Monroe

Author:Tate Monroe & Tate Monroe [Ireland, Rory]
Language: eng
Format: epub

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KINGSTON

Have you ever chased prey through the snow and trees and knew that at the end of the chase you’d be claiming your girl, no matter what?

Fuck, the stiff length of me is harder than steel and pressing uncomfortably beneath my pants. I palm myself trying to get the bastard to chill out because I need to be able to focus my attention on the task at hand.

Fuck, I want to chase her all over this mountain, fucking her in every hole on every surface I can find. I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want sweet little Noel Deveraux.

Her words mean nothing to me. She can fight, scream, and cry all she wants. She thinks I’m going to kill her, and I don’t bother setting her straight just yet. I should be offended that she thinks I’d kill her so easily but if I pause to put myself in her shoes, I can see why that would be her immediate conclusion.

It’s not like I fucking set out to kill Trent, but after what I saw and heard, his life was officially forfeit.

The only thing I’m going to murder is her pussy and I’ll paint it in white.

I stroll through the open door and corner her hard against the cream-colored wall smeared in the drying remnants of red and the sight of his blood has me reaching down to grip Noel’s thighs and pulling her legs to wrap around my waist.

She doesn’t fight me on this which is surprising after her piss poor attempt to escape the confines of this property.

I press myself hard against her so that our lower bodies are damn near fused together and the heat from her center radiates through every inch of me.

I can’t tell if it’s me throbbing or Noel, or a combination of both of us. It doesn’t really matter because my entire focus is getting her to take my cock like my good girl.

I lean in, placing my nose at the crook of her neck and breathe deeply. She smells like cinnamon and sweat and the urge to rub myself all over her and let it soak into my clothes and skin is strong.

If I could crawl under her skin, I would.

“You smell divine. I would give everything I have just to be able to taste you upon my tongue every day for the rest of my life,” I groan out, allowing my tongue to slip past my lips and trace a swirl against her soft skin.

“Are you scared, snowflake?” I murmur and pull back so I can look at her face. Always so expressive and gives away every emotion she has as they flit across.

“Yes, of course I am. You literally killed someone and plan on doing the same to me. I know I say I hate it here all the time at home but it’s not like I want to die,” she whispers, and the sound is deafening.

“Oh baby, I don’t want you dead. I want you split open on my dick though.

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