A Dangerous Obsession

Chapter 16 - Intoxication

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I tumbled into the elevator, tripping over my own two feet. Noah occasionally held me up so that I wouldn't fall flat on my face. What an idiot I was to get this intoxicated for the first time. Being drunk sucked! 

I had a pounding headache, severe dizziness and the nausea was kicking in. On top of this, I was very tipsy and out of my senses, giggling like a manic while Noah supported my weight.

"What's so funny, love?" He asked curiously, a grin tugging on his soft lips. 

Ew, why did I think that?! 

I vigorously shook my head, attempting to get rid of the inappropriate idea. His gaze didn't waver, there was an intensity that I couldn't quite pinpoint on him. The darkness emerging in his captivating amethyst irises. The growing dilation in his pupils. All of which had me spellbound.

"You're so handsome," I confessed in barely a whisper, invoking him to smile broadly, practically beaming his enlarged ego at me.

The elevator suddenly quaked, causing Noah to rest his muscular build against me so that I was prevented from falling. My breath hitched, noticing the close proximity between us. 

He had me pinned to the wall, slowly leaning into my ear. In the sexiest tone he could muster, Noah whispered his next words teasingly.

"Handsome, huh?" I gulped hard, failing to steady my erratic heartbeats. 

What the hell was happening? 

His lips sensually grazed my chin, then gradually travelled to the side of my mouth. I hope my breath didn't stink because I was breathing rapidly. 

"You shouldn't say such scandalous things... You may give a man the right idea," he purred, hovering over my lips.

"Noah, we can't-"

He didn't even waste time crashing his lips onto mine in a very passionate kiss. His tongue sprang into my mouth before I could grant access. Its wild flicks and greediness had aroused an involuntary moan from me. 

Clearly, gentle was not in his vocabulary. In simple terms, he was rough and fierce. Incredibly skilled in the art of sex. Stalking his prey, exposing its weakness and devouring it completely. Saying the right things, touching the right places. Noah Watson was every woman's sexual fantasy coming to life.

He dragged me across the metal railing of the elevator, smoothly wrapping my legs around his hips. Not going to lie, it fucking hurt. But at the same time, it felt exhilarating. I gasped in pleasure as he planted kisses on my chest, nibbling on sensitive spots. 

Tilting my head back to relax, I glanced at a surveillance camera attached to the high-end of a corner.

"They're watching us," I yelped, shoving Noah aside in alarm. He caught a quick glimpse of the camera, seemingly unfazed.

"Don't worry about them," he reassured, massaging my shoulders soothingly. "We're the most entertainment they'd be getting in a while." He smirked impishly, averting his gaze back to my lips.

"Noah!" I scolded, folding my arms sternly.

"Fuck, fine." He sighed exasperatedly, spinning on his heel to face the camera. 

"I'll take care of it," he said with conviction, digging into his pocket. 

A gratified grin formed on his face when he extracted a gold coin. Drawing his arm back, he hurled the coin towards the camera with so much force that it cracked the lenses entirely.

"Why the hell would you do that?" I rebuked, assessing the property damage he had effected.

"Now, where were we?" He speedily trapped me between his arms, grazing his tongue on my collarbone.

"This can't happ–"

Before I could finish, his lips collided with mine again. But this time, he was very ferocious. He slammed me into the railing, eagerly exploring areas of my body not even Chris had. I released a soft moan as he grinded vigorously between my thighs whilst sucking on the nape of my neck. These profound sensations were electrifying and poisoning. It were as though I was levitating and drowning all at once. 

I hated the pool of heat another man had bestowed on me. My husband's brother, no less. How my mind was endlessly tormented by the images of Chris and another woman. I couldn't shake away the visual of him making love to her on his desk. Their heavy breaths, her loud moans, along with his hard thrusts and low grunts. I wanted to scream, or cry, or go ballistic. 

But I didn't want this. 

Noah began unbuckling his belt and reaching for my panties. 

I didn't want to cheat on Chris.

"I can't do this. It's wrong!" I exclaimed frenetically, propelling Noah off me. He appeared enraged, his eyes emitting a sharp glare.

"You don't just turn a guy on and then say you don't want it," he gritted, balling his fingers into fists. "You were practically begging me to fuck you."

"I want to go home!"

"What the fuck do you see in him anyway?" He snarled, harshly seizing my wrist.

"Noah–" I gasped, my eyes widening at his hostility.

"Not like he gives you a good fuck, huh?" He scoffed, applying an unreasonable amount of pressure on my wrist.

"Please, stop," I begged, my eyes beginning to water.

"Or what? You're going to run to your husband and cry about the big bad wolf?" Noah tightened his grip, invoking a yelp to escape my lips. "Because you have no fucking idea what I'm capable of, love. You think you can just fucking toy with me? I'm not my dickhead brother, I will destroy anyone who tries to play me. You have no idea what I'm–"

Noah persisted to yell at me like a madman, launching various threats, swears and insults. Although it was unsettling and scary, it was the least of my concerns right now. I had a splitting headache, feeling as if my brain might explode. The excruciating throbbing pain dulled out Noah's abuse. 

Why is this happening again? It's only going to get worse, isn't it? 

My eyes grew heavy and vision faded rapidly. There was a shrill ringing in my ears when I fell backwards. The ceiling faintly came into view, as a blinding light glistened into my irises. I unwillingly lost command over my body, immobilised by an unknown entity.

In amidst the struggle of trying to keep my eyes open, I heard a distinct voice enter my mind before I forfeited to complete unconsciousness.

"Hey, can you hear me?" His deep voice brought slight comfort that I wasn't alone.

"Love?" He asked, expecting a response but failing to get one.

"Fuck!" was the last word I heard from the familiar tone.

I didn't want to die, not here. Not when I have so much to live for. Chris... I love you so much.

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