Page 26 of Craving The Chase

“Well, I jacked off too. It’s impossible to watch you and not get turned on. I did leave evidence for you.” I can’t stop the smirk on my face.

He turns so fast to face me when another piece of information falls into place.

“Evidence? What do you mean, oh no,no no no no,” he mumbles to himself and I can’t help grinning.

So dramatic.

“I wasn’t having wet dreams, was I? It was fuckingyou! It was your cum on me, you sick fuck!” he shouts and jumps on top of me.

He hits my chest and face. I lock my legs around his waist in a firm hold, flip him onto his back, and grab his wrists, locking them in place on either side of his hips. He sneers at me before spitting in my face. This shit is foreplay to me.

“I would stop if I were you, Chase. I’m as good at giving pain as I am pleasure,” I warn.

“You fucking lied.”

“When did I lie? You never asked if it was me. You never mentioned anything about any intruder until today,” I say calmly.

“Was it you that hurt Wade?”

“Yeah, that was fun. He needed to back off. I don’t share,” I say, still holding him in place.

“Share? You mean me?” He giggles and it doesn’t seem like a happy giggle.

“I’m not yours, Noah,” he says.

Fuck that. I pull his hands above his head again and join them together at the wrists, so I can use my other hand to grab his throat. I apply enough pressure to leave marks so he has a reminder of who owns him.

“Yes, you are, baby. You’re one hundred percent mine in body and soul,” I croon at him. The fight in him starts to subside, but I still don’t trust him enough to let go. I slightly lessen the hold on his throat so he can talk.

“I can’t do this, Noah. You need to leave. This isn’t normal. You can’t just stalk people and hurt others because you’re threatened. It's not how it works,” he says.

“You don’t want normal. I know you. You want to be looked after, dominated, and protected. You want to feel alive, and I don’t think you have felt more alive than when you have been with me. It was fate, Chase,” I say, and his eyes soften.

“I need normal, Noah. My life has gone into a spiral and the last thing I need is a psycho who is obsessed with me.”

“But I’m your psycho. Yours alone. No more lonely nights, Chase. I’m here to fight away anyone who means to harm you, because you’re mine, baby,” I say and lower myself down to kiss him.

He resists at first, but the lengthening dick that's rubbing against mine shows me he’s still into this. I continue to kiss him, forcing my mouth against his until he opens for me and lets me take him. He purrs as he relaxes more with each tongue caress.

He’ll accept this in time.

CHAPTER 24

CHASE

My alarm wakes me, and unfortunately, I’m brought back to reality to deal with the bad decisions I made last night. Turning to switch off the offending noise, the ache in my ass flares, reminding me that last night did happen. Noah fucked me. I don’t even want to begin to work through the long list of revelations that were exposed.

I sit up in bed and nearly jump out of my skin when I see Noah sitting in my chair in the corner of my room. The only thing covering him is a pair of boxers. The rest of him is tanned, with tattooed skin, muscles, and those rings that felt mind-blowing when they caught on my nipples last night.

“Why are you still here?” I ask as he feasts his eyes on me. His smoldering gaze makes me want to cover up. Getting to his feet, he walks over to the bed. I pull the sheets up to cover myself, but he grabs it and yanks it away from my body.

“A little late to be shy, Chase. If you remember, my mouth was on every inch of your body last night,” he says as he climbs onto the bed and pushes me back into the mattress, lingering over the top of me.

“I didn’t want you to touch me,” I say without any conviction because we both know that's not true. His knowing laugh pisses me off.

“I didn’t hear you say no. I only heard moans and begging for me to go harder on you,” he says, pushing his face into my neck, placing lazy kisses along my throat.

I try, I really do try to muster the strength to say no and push him away. Instead, I lean my head back so he has more room to kiss me. It's official. I’ve lost my mind. He sucks gently on the skin, which makes the lower half of my body respond, bucking my hips up until I’m grinding against him.

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