Page 46 of Twice as Forbidden

I can’t get enough of his lips. The taste of coffee and mint. “I forgive you,” I whisper, and he deepens our kiss. This is my endgame. I grind back and forth on his thick length, my hands ruthless as I tug at his belt and zipper. With superhuman strength, he has me out of my pajama shorts and panties, the urgency for us to be connected too strong. Pulling his cock free from the opening of his slacks, he enters me in a manic thrust.

Our moans mingle as he raises me up and down his shaft, working me into a frenzy. Emotions run too high, too fast. Our orgasms take over, and I cry out against his lips as he comes inside me.

It takes a minute before either of us can speak. My heart bangs against his chest, and his echoes back.

“A little too late to ask where Noah is?”

I chuckle against his lips. “Went out with friends.”

“Good. Because fucking you with the door open was mighty careless.” He kisses me and bites my bottom lip. “You hungry?”

I waggle my brows. “I’m always hungry, but don’t you need a minute? Ya know, ’cause you’re old.”

He slaps my ass. “Watch it. I mean actual food. I heard you skipped lunch.” My stomach growls in response as if on cue. “There’s my answer. Shower, then I’m feeding you.”

“Can I pick what we eat?”

“Anything you want. But I get to pick dessert.”

Fuck, I think I’m in love with this man. “Deal.”

Something bangs outside my window, jolting me awake. I blink away my grogginess and look at the time. It’s well past one in the morning. “What the hell?” I climb out of bed and look out the window. A group of guys hang around the pool. Noah’s on the diving board, beating his fists against his chest. He yells something, then dives headfirst into the water.

Slipping on a pair of shorts and a top, I head downstairs. When I walk outside, loud music assaults me. I search for Noah, finding him climbing out of the pool, and move toward him. “Hey, it’s kind of late. And you have to work in the morning.”

Noah’s eyes are bloodshot. He reeks of booze, and I assume he’s high off his ass. “Georgie!” he hollers, wrapping his arm around me, soaking my pajamas. “I’ve missed you.” He presses his lips to my head and then behind my ear. When he tries to capture my lips, I push away from him. “The fuck is your problem?”

“You—you’re drunk.”

“And? If I remember right, that’s exactly how you like me.” He comes at me again, claiming my waist and pulling me into him. He tries to kiss me again, but I stomp on his foot, forcing him to release me. “Fuck—bitch.”

“You should go to bed. You’re going to regret this in the morning.”

“The only thing I regret is you. Why don’t you be a good little girl and go back to bed? Prude ass bitch.” His friends laugh, and he joins in. “What? Get the fuck outta here.”

I debate punching him in his nose, but I refuse to let him see the way he’s hurt me. “Fuck you, Noah.” I turn around and storm toward the house.

“Wish I could, George. Always loved sliding into your tight cunt.”

I shut myself back inside, silencing the commotion with the snick of the door. I walk through the kitchen when a shadow appears from the hallway. “Look who we have here…” A hand reaches out, and I gasp.

Vince.

His friend from the other day. He seems to be in the same shape as Noah.

“Let me go.”

“Awww, come on. Don’t be like that.”

I push at his chest to get him to release me, but his grip tightens, his fingers digging into my skin. “I said let me go.”

“Baby, begging only teases me. Why don’t you say please?”

“Fuck you! Let me go!” I struggle to break free from his hold. “I will scream and wake up Noah’s dad if you don’t let me go right the fuck now.”

“Not before I get a taste of what’s mine. Remember—Noah and I share everything.” He leans in, his tongue dragging along my cheek. My disgust and rage ignite, and I lose it, shoving at him, thrashing to break free. When he finally releases me, I trip backward and fall on my ass. “You should be more appreciative, bitch. When I want something, I get it, and you’ll wish you were nicer when I do.” His laughter churns my stomach as I fight to catch my breath. My heart slams in my chest, and I clench my jaw, determined not to cry.

The moment I hear the door shut, I scramble to my feet and bolt up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door behind me and twisting the lock. My heart pounds as I press my back against the wood. For a moment, I consider waking Jackson and telling him everything, but that would only pour fuel on the fire. His temper isn’t something to provoke, and the last thing I need is more chaos.

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