Rayna's POV
All through lunch and dinner, Noah didn't say a word to me. I had a feeling it was the calm before the storm but this, this was a different calm. This was a dangerous kind of calm.
Everything about him puts me on the edge and no matter how hard I try to ignore it or pretend not to be affected by his indifference towards me, I can't help by shake in my boots.
"My room, now." He ordered almost silently and stood up walking away. I stared at him confused and looked down at both our plates. I wasn't done eating yet. Not that I could put anything in my stomach with how nervous I was. So I just dropped my cutleries, pushed my chair back, and made my way to his bedroom.
"Lock the door behind you and strip." He said as he removed the cufflink of his shirt and pulled down his tie.
"Excuse me?" I said, pretty sure I hadn't heard the last word. Noah didn't respond. Instead, he slowly turned around and pinned me with a deadly stare. That was enough to let me know that he wasn't joking around.
I gulped and slowly moved backward, using my back to close the door and raising my hand to lock it, all the while holding his stare.
This man is going to break me, I know it, and he's going to have fun while doing it.
He raised his hand and motioned for me to come closer. At that moment, it was either fight or flight. I could choose any of the two and it wouldn't make any difference...well except put me in more trouble than I already was.
He cocked his head to the side, almost asking me silently why I was defying him. My eyes widened slightly when I realized that I hadn't moved at all from my position glued against the door. In three strides, I was directly in front of me.
And he smiled. Noah fucking smiled. Not in a good way, oh no...the sadistic kind of way. The one that tells you that even a devil can not hold a candle to the existence of this man.
"I don't think I ever told you I had rules, did I?" He said.
I wanted to speak but my tongue was too heavy, so I settled for nodding my head instead.
"It's okay. I understand. You didn't have any rules and so you were very naughty. I'll forgive you this once."
"Rule Number 1, Always obey me. No matter what it is I say, no matter where I give the order. Always obey me. Now strip."
The deadly glint in his eyes got my hands working faster than normal. I immediately got undressed and stood there like a freaking naked statue on display.
I felt his gaze roam my body and slowly he began to circle me, his eyes taking in every inch of my skin.
I heard a low rumble from behind me as I felt his heart closer to my back. His chest was naked and directly against my back as he pressed–Wait! Is that...
"Rule Number 2, your sole existence from now on is to be my fuck toy. Nothing more and definitely nothing less. Your body has solely become mine, to use, to corrupt, to mark..." He said each word while trailing his fingers down my back until it hovered over my ass.
My body shivered against his touch and goosebumps filled my skin. I was dreading what was about to happen and my heart wouldn't stop beating erratically against my chest. It's almost as if it wants to detach from me and run.
The next minute, he was in front of me, majestically sitting on the edge of the bed, naked torso and his legs widened a bit.
"On your knees."
Without hesitation, I sank to my knees, my eyes directly in front of the thick bump that was straining against his trousers.
No, please....don't let him...I can't...
"Every time I call you into my bedroom, you have one mission. To get me off. And I decide the ways you will end up doing it. For now, I want you to suck my cock like it's your life. And if you dare to do anything like bite me, I'll spank you so hard, you won't be able to sit for days. Now take it out and start. I'm getting irritated with how hard I am."
Tears filled my eyes as I stared at him through my watery vision, "I...I can't do it. I've never done it–"
"There's a first time for everything. I'll teach you."
I've never been this close to a man before and the minute I unzipped his trousers, his hard-on sprang out like a spring. It looked...vicious. Almost as if it would hurt me. I almost couldn't look away from how huge and hot it was. I was fascinated and at the same time scared.
Was it throbbing?
I raised my hand slowly to touch it and I withdrew my finger immediately, as if it burnt me.
"Noah...I can't-"
He silenced my words and grabbed the back of my head pushing my lips against his cock.
"Open," He ordered, as he held the base of his hard dick and rubbed the tip against my lips. When I didn't, he slapped me across the cheeks with it. "Now."
I slowly parted my lips and felt him push past them into the warmth of my mouth. He tasted...raw. I didn't like it, I didn't want it and so I began to struggle against him. Placing my two hands on the edge of the bed and trying to pull away but his grip on my head tightened.
"Don't force me to punish you. Take my cock into your mouth like a good little lamb, okay?"
His words did nothing to calm me down, instead, they riled me up more. Tears flowed down my cheeks continuously at this rate. Hatred burned deep in my soul as he began to move my head and fuck my lips.
Every memory of my family treating me like an outcast, my dad choosing my sister over me, and my sister making my life as miserable as she could from the age of eight, I hated them.
I hated them all and I hated this man in front of me. They were all the same, using me as a sacrificial meat in place of my sister.
"Yes, right there. Oh fuck...keep taking me in little lamb. Just like that."
I felt his hand tighten around my hair, and then he was peeing all over my face.
No, this isn't pee. It's...it was white and sticky and...is this another kind of pee?
I stared at my body as I felt the sticky substance drip down my body.
"I'm done. Get the hell out of my room." He said and walked into his bathroom shutting the door.