Rage (Blue Rose Series Book 1)

Chapter 15

We got to the house, where I was carried inside, kicking and screaming. Noah took me to his room and locked the door behind us. He put me down, and when I went for the door, he grabbed me by the neck and made me look up at him.

"I saw you tonight," he said.

"So?"

"You had every man in that club with their eyes on you. They were looking at what is mine. It took all my strength to not kill every last one of them."

I ignored the chills I felt. "Good, we'll add potential serial killer to your resume." I said, then realized that he said 'mine' "I am not yours."

His hand tightened on my neck, and I was one sick bitch because I liked it.

"Really? So if I touch your pussy right now, I won't find it dripping for me."

"Nope."

He smiled at me and reached down, finding my very pantyless pussy. His eye widened a bit, and it was my turn to smile.

"What the fuck were you doing in a club full of horny men with no panties on?"

"Living my best hot girl life."

He picked me up and threw me onto his bed. I tried to scramble off, but he landed on top of me.

"You drive me fucking crazy, you know that? All I can think about is the taste of your sweet pussy on my lips." He pushed a finger inside me, making me moan. "Hmm, music to my fucking ears."

I heard the sound of his belt and him pulling down his jeans. He reached over and grabbed a condom from his nightstand, and I watched as he rolled it on slowly. He spread my legs and pushed inside me, making us moan. He grabbed the top of my dress and ripped it apart.

"You fucking caveman. This dress isn't mine."

"I'll buy them a new one then."

One thing I could never accuse Noah of was not knowing how to fuck. I opened my mouth to tell him off some more, but with another roll of his hips, I was a goner. The man had talent. He leaned down and kissed me. Whenever Noah kissed me, he gave me a new emotion that he never seemed to express other than during these moments. He showed me this soft, attentive side of him that didn't seem to exist outside the bedroom. My thoughts on it faded when he lifted one of my legs to get a better angle.

He stopped the kiss. "You're mine; you hear me?"

I ignored him and focused on the feelings as I got closer and closer to release.

"Say it, or I won't let you come."

"You can't control that."

"Oh, really?"

His thrusts slowed down, cutting off the build-up I was having, and I groaned in frustration. I moved my hips, trying to rebuild it, but he stopped moving altogether.

"Say it."

"No."

He grabbed my neck and squeezed. He pushed into me hard, and I ached for release.

"Say it."

He stared down at me, and I wanted to look away so badly, but I couldn't. It was like he was using some kind of spell on me, and I was powerless. Or his dick was just that good. He moved his hips again, building me up.

"I'm yours," I said, powerless as I came.

It was a lie. I just wanted to have my orgasm. I told myself over and over before I fell asleep with him on top of me.

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I woke up sometime later after Noah had worn me out for the second time. He had his arm wrapped around my body and his face pressed against my neck. I struggled to get out of bed, but I needed to pee and I was thirsty. I threw on his shirt, used his bathroom, and left the bedroom, searching for the kitchen. As I walked past the boys' rooms, I got to the fifth one, and for some strange reason, curiosity got the best of me, and I went inside. I flipped on the light switch and looked around the room. It was empty and just as spacious as the rest of the rooms. I went over to the walk-in closet, which was also open, and when I was about to walk out, I noticed something sticking out the wall. I leaned down and saw what looked like a folded piece of paper stuffed into the lining of the floor. I grabbed it, and just as I was about to open it, a voice startled me.

"What are you doing in here?" Noah asked in a sleepy voice.

I don't know why but I hid the paper in my hand and turned to him. He was standing there with only pajama pants and his six-pack on display. It took me a full minute to draw myself away from his abs.

"Whose bedroom was this supposed to be?"

"Why?"

"Just curious."

"There was a fifth family in Blue Rose. I don't know much about what happened to them, but they disappeared."

"An entire family disappeared? Doesn't make sense."

"Blue Rose has made people disappear all the time."

"Yeah, but their own people?"

"I don't know or care. Come back to bed."

He grabbed the hand that wasn't holding the paper and dragged me away. I stared at the room before turning off the light and letting him lead me to the bedroom. As I lay in bed with his arm back around me and his heavy breathing on my neck, I thought about the mysterious fifth family. They could help. Henry and I were fine on our own, but this fifth family could know things we'd never know. I could find them and convince them to help us.

The following day I found Noah gone. I grabbed a pair of his shorts and tied them so they wouldn't fall down. I was walking toward the stairs when I saw someone inside Randell's room making his bed. He had on a blue shirt, black pants, and sneakers. He looked to be in his sixties.

"Excuse me," I called.

He looked up from his task and smiled at me. I saw him glance at the tattoo on my wrist and his whole body seemed to shift.

"How can I help you?" he asked, eagerly.

"Have you seen Noah?"

"Yes, ma'am, he's downstairs eating breakfast with the rest of the boys."

"Thank you." he nodded and went back to his task.

I was about to leave when a thought occurred. "How long have you been working with the Blue Rose?"

"Forty-six years, ma'am."

Damn. I couldn't imagine the things he's seen and knows about.

"Do you know anything about a fifth family in the High Court?"

He straightened up. "I have other work that needs to be done if you'll excuse me."

He finished making the bed and left the room, leaving me there. Although he showed no visible emotion on his face, I could see the look in his eyes when I asked him; he looked scared. Why did he just run out of here like he had the devil on his ass? Who was this fifth family that disappeared?