Page 128 of The King Contract
I meet several other surfers, including Zachary Ryan, who Noah beat to win hours ago. He’s a good sport about losing, but by the way he and Noah speak, with niggling jokes and quiet determination, I can tell the competition between the two of them will be fierce.
As we excuse ourselves from speaking with two members of the World Surfing Association, who are very happy to see this version of Noah, we walk side by side past a closed door. Noah opens it abruptly and yanks my arm, pulling us both in and closing us in.
It’s dark inside, but from the light seeping in under the door, I can tell it’s a catering cupboard, with shelves filled with napkins and polished crockery.
“Noah,” I hiss. “What are you?—”
His palm covering my mouth cuts my words off as he steers us to the wall behind me. Something clatters to the floor. As my eyes adjust, I can make out most of Noah’s face. His clenched jawline and his parted lips stare down at me.
“Don’t speak,” he orders.
Even in the semi-darkness, I can see Noah’s eyes blaze with heat, the rise and fall of his chest grazing against my own.
I try to peel his palm away from my face, but he presses harder. “Did you think you could show up wearing this dress tonight and get away with it?”
“I didn’t?—”
“I said, no talking.” My legs tremble. “Not a sound, Maelstrom.”
Oh, Lord.This is a new side of Noah. Dark, brooding,possessive. The energy radiating off his skin is thrumming, and my heartbeat responds accordingly. It’s racing, thumping beneath my ribcage painfully.
Keeping his hand over my mouth, Noah tilts his head and trails kisses behind my ear and down my neck. A desperate moan sounds from beneath his palm. Yep. That came out of my mouth. Noah’s teeth sink into the side of my neck and the pain mixed with how fucking turned on I am has me reaching for his shirt to pull him closer.
I bite at his hand, and he hisses, reaching his other hand up to encase the back of my head. He grips my ponytail and tilts my head back, allowing him greater access to my neck, which is probably red and covered in teeth marks by now.
He presses his hips into me, his hard length against my stomach. A whimper escapes my mouth, and he grunts in response, pushing against me again. His hand leaves my hair and slides down my back, curving around my ass. He squeezes it firmly before sliding his hand up the split at the front of my dress. When a finger slides across my panty line, my entire body convulses.
He pins me in place, one hand still on my mouth, his other hand between my legs. He stares at me with hooded eyes, the sound of my desperate breaths through my nostrils filling the cramped space.
“Take off your panties,” he orders, sliding his finger slowly up and down the front of my underwear.
I want to tell him to do it because his hand isright there, but I keep my mouth shut. With my fingers trembling, I push my dress out of the way and find the edges of my thong. Noah lifts his hand away from the area as I shimmy them down my hips. They fall to the floor around my ankles.
“Good girl,” he rasps.
My eyes roll back into my head as his hand returns, the heat under his fingers building to the point of combustion. A few months ago, I never even considered praise and dirty talk as things I liked. But the more he talks, the way his husky voice sails over my skin, it lights up my entire body.
His hand changes direction, swirling gentle, consistent circles. The gasps from my throat take on a life of their own, out of my control as the pleasure builds. When Noah shifts my underwear to the side and slides a finger inside me, I cry out.
His hand stills. “Remember what I said. No noise, Millie.”
The sound of my name in his gravelly voice has my body writhing against the wall. Noah bites his lip as he watches my face, smirking as he moves his finger again. I drive my hips up into his hand, hungry for more. “You’re already soaking. You like being ordered around, don’t you?”
I can barely see straight, and it takes all my control not to reply with a desperateyes.
He continues to watch me. “I bet you like being ordered around as much as I love telling you what to do.” He presses his hard dick into me again. “This is what you do to me. All the fucking time.”
I grip his biceps to steady myself, my legs almost giving out.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Noah’s voice is dangerously low.
I nod frantically, forcing breath out of my nose.
“Even though someone might hear? Even though someone might walk in?” He pushes another finger inside and I shudder, nodding again.
With lightning speed, he removes his hand from my mouth and spins me to face the wall. My cheek hits the stone, and I cough with the relief of oxygen filling my lungs. I hear his clothing rustle and the sound of a condom packet opening.
“Bend over,” he demands. I obey him, convinced I’m already dripping down my thighs. He presses his front to my back and leans in, breathing in my ear. “Same rules, Maelstrom. Not a sound.”
