Page 21 of Bound to Him
Crouching next to him, I rested a hand on his shoulder, and he trembled like he was in a strong wind. “I’m not going to kill you.”
“Then why did you take me there?”
“To show some people that might’ve killed your father that I had the situation in hand.” I shrugged.
“You mean show them that you had collateral to make him listen.”
“Exactly.” I smiled at him, but he only stared back at me. “Why don’t you get on that bed and show me your pretty new underthings.”
His top lip curled. “You’re marrying me tomorrow. That’s soon enough to see them.”
With that he rose and went across the room to the bathroom. The door slammed behind him hard enough to rattle the paintings on the walls, and the click of the lock had me sighing.
“Damn it all to hell.” I shook my head and sat on my ass, staring at the ceiling. Noah was turning out to be a lot more sensitive than I would’ve thought Edison Divine’s son could be, and I wasn’t sure what the hell to do with that information. Did I have him all wrong? The idea wasn’t a pleasant one. What if he was actually a half-decent person who didn’t fucking deserve this? I scrubbed at my face with both hands and growled.
Too late now. I can’t wait to hear him call me husband again.
7
NOAH
I rippedthe pretty underwear off and threw them on the floor, staring at them for too long. The coolness of the bathroom prickled across my skin, but I didn’t move, standing there naked as I eyed thewedding-whitebriefs that had far too many buttons down the back. I imagined Alton unbuttoning each one tonight before he fucked me with my dick still trapped, and the thought excited me more than it should. The heat that coiled in my gut made me angry; I didn’t want that fucker touching me.
Ever.
Yet, I had no choice. I wasmarryinghim tomorrow.
The thought made me sick. I rushed to the toilet, hanging my head in the bowl as I emptied my stomach until acid burned my throat and I was dry heaving. My shoulders shook as images of the man’s brains being blown out ran through my head like a film. The fear on their faces, sweat pouring down their foreheads, the regret in their eyes. It was horrifying, and Alton had made me watch it. What kind of monster was he?
Someone rapped on the door and I tensed. “I’m busy! Go away.”
“Open the door, Noah. We need to talk.” Alton’s gruff Southern twang had my dick twitching and I glared at it. He wasn’t the type of guy I wanted to marry, and I certainly didn’t want to have sex with him.
“I’m naked.” I leaned against the cold tiled wall and shivered, wrapping my arms around myself.
He laughed and the sound went straight to my balls, making them feel heavier than they had before. “I’ll be seeing a lot more of your nakedness tomorrow. Open the door.”
“No. Break it down if you want to come in,” I snapped, feeling very pleased with myself. I crossed my arms and poked my tongue out at the door, even though I knew it was childish and he couldn’t see me. It still made me feel good.
Sighing, I turned toward the shower, ready to get inside, when a thump had my eyes widening. I spun to face the door, which jolted again. The piece of wood vibrated from the weight that slammed against the other side of it. “What are you doing?” I shouted, shocked.
“You told me I had to break the door down if I wanted to come inside,” he said, amusement thick in his voice as the door shuddered under the force of his weight hitting it.
The noise of wood cracking had me stepping back, cupping my hand over my dick as though that would protect it against him when he finally made his way into the bathroom. Two more hits and the lock snapped, a thin piece of wood from the right side of the door falling to the floor, and the door swung open, revealing a smirking Alton.
“You’re crazy,” I yelled, but heat filled my stomach and chest and my dick twitched against my palm. He looked like a wild man, so unlike the put-together businessman I’d seen all day, and his eyes were darker than usual. The freckles on his face were more prominent against the paleness of his skin, and there was something animalistic in his gaze, as if he wanted to maul me and bend me over and mate me until I was dripping with his cum.
“Come here, boy.” He held out his hand, his chest rising and falling from the exertion of breaking a door open.
“Fuck you.” I raced to get past him, but he grabbed me. I yelled, kicking at him, and managed to get him in the knee. He grunted, dropping me and giving me enough time to escape. At that point, I didn’t even care that I was naked as I shot out of his bedroom, dashed along the hallway, and almost fell down the stairs. There was noise in the kitchen, so I ran toward it, and when I got there, my feet slipped on the white tiles and I took a tumble. My butt ached from the fall, but I picked myself up again. Tucker, who stood behind the kitchen island, yelled and jumped around to face me with his trusty knife.
“Sir?” Tucker’s blue eyes widened, and his gaze slid down my naked body and to my hands, which still cupped my half-hard dick. “Do you need assistance?”
“Use that knife,” I ordered, rushing over to him and jumping behind the island, crouching as close to it as I could get.
The softwhump-whumpof shoes padding against the tiles had me wincing, and then they stopped on the other side of the island. I glanced up at Tucker, whose eyes went even wider. I didn’t think it was possible.
“Sir?” Tucker’s voice wavered. He glanced at the knife he was holding and laughed nervously, dropping it onto the island top. I almost begged him to keep hold of it. “Hello. I was just... preparing food for the wedding tomorrow.”
