Rage (Blue Rose Series Book 1)

Chapter 12

I couldn't believe it. Yesterday I was on track with the plan, and the next I was kissing the reason for my plan in the parking lot. And now I'm in a hotel room with Noah while we made love off and on until the sun went down and then up again. He called room service and somehow had them bring him a box of condoms.

I moaned as Noah ate me out for the I don't know how many times today. I grabbed a fist full of his wavy brown hair and pulled him closer. I heard and felt him moaning as he ate me like I was the best meal he had ever eaten.

"Noah, I can't again."

He stopped and looked up at me. His hair was messy, and his mouth was wet.

"Yes, you can, sweetheart. Give it to me because I can't get enough of you."

He moved back between my legs, bringing me to another orgasm. My legs sagged, and he got up from between my legs and wiped his mouth in the bathroom.

"Order some room service." He said like this was a regular thing.

"Can you take me home?"

He walked out naked and walked toward the bed. That seemingly endless lust was back just by looking at his six-pack. I'm so fucked.

"Stay and have breakfast."

He got on top of me and kissed my neck. I could already feel him getting hard again. Where did he find the energy?

"We have school."

"The Blue Rose can take care of that with a text message."

My heart said yes, but my head knew it wasn't a good idea. Staying with him any longer meant my feelings would be even more confusing.

I shook my head. "Take me home."

Thankfully he didn't argue with me, but he did insist we take a shower together and that he'd wash me up. Which resulted in another orgasm and bad decision.

*****

I got home just in time for the first class of the day, which Edward was in. Perfect. I sat down next to him, and we were early than everyone else, so no one was near us.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said. "I actually want to talk to you about something.

"What?"

I pulled out my phone and handed it to him. His eyes widened as he looked at the pictures of him drugging my food. He looked around even though there was no one else around us.

"I-"

"Don't bother trying to explain yourself. I know you've been drugging women, sometimes trafficking them or raping them. I really don't get you, rich kids. You have all the money in the world, yet you do sick, disgusting things like that. But I don't fully blame you, Edward. I know that daddy roped you into it. This is why when you get home today, I want you to tell him exactly what I'm telling you. If either of you doesn't do exactly what I'm telling you to do, I will ensure some very nice FBI agents have everything they need to nail the both of you. Your dad might be a judge, but even he can't throw away hard evidence."

I watched as he was shaking, looking on the verge of tears.

"W-w-what d-do you want?"

I smiled at him. "When the time comes, you just have to do one little thing. Bleed."

I faced the front of the class as the professor walked in. Edward sat there as if he was glued permanently to the seat. The FBI thing was true; they were already connecting the dots with the information I'd been giving them. Still, Edward doing this for me would be the nails in both his and his dad's coffins.