Page 7 of Cuffed Love
As the door closes, Noah moves until he is directly behind me. “Turn around Othella.”
“No,” I whisper. My emotions are out of control, and I don’t want to be seen as weak.
“If I have to make you turn around, you won’t like what I do to you.” It’s a warning. I can tell it is.
A thrill runs down my spine, but I ignore it and turn back around. “What?”
“Thank you.” He smiles at me and takes my hand. “Knowing Clyde, he will bring your mother back. We need to move.”
My heart seems to break at the thought of Noah working for my mother and siding with her. “So, you are getting rid of me, then?” I yank my hand away from him. Glaring a hole through him, I feel betrayed and stupid at the same time for thinking he may be different.
Noah snatches my arm and forces me to him. His eyes are wild, and he looks at me with craziness written all over him. “You think I’m letting you go?” His laugh comes out sinisterly. I tremble, unsure if I should be afraid of or turned on by how possessive he sounds.
“Oh, ladybug, you do not know how badly I want to take you over my knee right now. But we can’t do that, so stop fighting me and let’s go.”
There’s a promise in his words that I’m not sure I want to play around with, but I’m not one to back down. “Unhand me and I’ll go with you.”
Damn, if everyone wants me out of their hair, maybe it’s better to just get it over with. No point in sticking around here and getting hurt. While I don’t think Noah would intentionally harm me, IknowClyde will. I shiver at the thoughts my brain has at the memory of Clyde and how he hurt me. I don’t want that man anywhere near me.
Noah doesn’t unhand me, though. We stare at each other in a standoff, one I want so badly for him to lose and show me he’s not against me. Instead, he huffs and drags me out of the station.
Chapter Six
Something is off.My gut is yelling at me about the way Othella is acting. I can’t stand the mayor or Clyde, so I chalk it up to it being that. It could be possible there is a rift between her and the mayor. I still can’t get over how unwanted Othella seems to be.
I lead her outside to the parking lot, since we’re unable to talk in the station due to it being wired. As soon as we get outside, I crowd her against the wall and kiss her. It’s stupid and unprofessional, but I don’t care. My emotions are battling between wanting to sort out this issue and wanting to take her right here against the building.
Once I’m out of breath, I come up for air. Othella’s eyes are still closed, but I see the smile on her face. I hate that I’m about to ruin it. “What the hell is going on, Othella?”
I’m not sure what drives me crazier; Othella refusing to open her eyes or knowing something wrong is happening. “Look at me,” I growl, frustrated.
“Why?” she whispers and keeps her gaze from me.
Pulling her face up so that she has no choice but to look at me, I put a small amount of pressure on her chin. She’s unable to fight me as I claim her lips again. No, the little brat opens her mouth and touches my lips with her tongue. Goddamn, it’s as if fireworks are going off all over my body.
Her moans are beautiful, but it’s when she melts into me, I realize she’s starved for attention. She spars with my tongue, wanting my kiss as much as I want hers.
I pull back for a moment, and she whines, chasing me. I chuckle and hold her face.
“Ladybug, talk to me,” I plead with her to give me the answers to my questions.
A soft blush colors her cheeks and vulnerability flashes in her eyes. “My mother hates me, and I despise Clyde. I should have never come back home.”
That’s all she says but her hesitancy and the way she bites her lip, tells me there’s more. I let it go for now since I’m afraid she’s going to put me in the category with her mother and Clyde soon.
Letting her go, I take her hand and lead her to my motorcycle. I hand her a helmet and she laughs as I take her duffle bag out of my squad car.
As I put the duffle bag in the saddle holster, I hear the whispery tone in Othella’s voice. “Of course, you have a motorcycle.” There’s joy in her tone that I’m going to regret crushing. “Goodness, you are full of surprises.” She rolls her eyes at me, and I want to take her across my knee to show her that her bratty attitude will get her punished.
I wink at her before I put the visor down and get on. She slides behind me and wraps herself around my body. Damn, I could get used to this.
As I drive, I know I’m not taking Othella to the airport. The mayor can get fucked. Her arms grasp me tightly, and I let the anger wash away as I speed toward my cabin.
“This isn’t the way to the airport.” Her voice, although muffled, makes me shiver with need.
“You’re right.” I’m not telling her it’s the way to my home. Besides, what I have planned, well, it’s safer to get her there without a fight.
We’ve beenat the house for ten minutes and my damn dog has had all the attention. If I hear “Who’s a good boy” one more time, I may flip the hell out. I need to calm my ass down, but I’m about to do something very, very bad.
