Page 28 of Dollhouse

Bo licks his lips, and Emma turns from the couch. “What’s going on?” she asks, voice soft with sleep.

Jesse comes strolling out from the hallway, covered in sweat like he’s just finished lifting weights. I beckon him with the crook of my finger as Bo starts to fidget in my grip.

“You’ve got a brat that needs handling,” I inform him, thrusting Bo toward Jesse who reaches out to catch him as he stumbles.

Bo’s devious little laugh barks behind me and I narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t you fucking do it.”

“I was just telling Noah that he needed to?—”

I lurch forward to grab him but Jesse yanks him out of the way. “Watch it, Noah. Punishing him is my job.”

Bo just smiles, knowing he has manipulated everything exactly how he wanted. “Do something about it or I will. Don’t be a fucking baby.”

Goddamn it. I stab the knife into the cutting board, and stalk around the island toward Emma. Her eyes widen at the dark, heavy energy that I can feel rolling off me.

“What—Noah, what’s wrong?” I wind my fingers tightly into her hair and tug, so that her face is lifted for me to possess her mouth with a bruising kiss. Groaning against her tongue, I wrap my hands under her thighs and lift her to lock her legs around me. Her initial shock quickly melts into a softer, submissive kiss as she lets me take the lead.

“What did you say to him?” I hear Jesse ask Bo as I carry her to bed.

“Noah, what’s wrong?” she whispers. Every muscle in my body is tight from my conversation with Bo. He’s goaded me perfectly, and I fed right into him. But hearing him describe Emma being anywhere but with me? I can’t handle it.

The taste of her is so sweet as her warm body submits to my touch.

“I love you,” I growl, kicking my door open and locking her tongue back with mine. I swallow her gasp, dropping her to thebed and climbing over top of her. “I fucking love you, Emma. You aremine. You understand?”

I hear the bedroom door squeak open as I rise to my knees over her, undoing my zipper as she blinks up at me, mouth open in surprise. But there it is, that spark in her eyes, that blush on her cheek that I’ve missed so much.

“Jesus,” Jesse’s voice whispers as I hear him getting tugged back down the hall. I could give a fuck less if they watched, nothing was stopping me from taking her right now.

“You love me?” she repeats, as I pull my cock free from my boxers and push her sweater dress up and out of my way. My body tightens at the tiny scrap of her underwear, almost laughably covering her pussy as I shred it in a moment with my hand.

Emma licks her lips before I descend on her mouth again, stealing her breath away as if I have the right to take everything from her. I lower myself, pinning her to the bed, and pull her leg up by her thigh to wrap around my waist.

“I do. I fucking need you,” I say, the desperate need to claim her bleeding into my voice.

And wouldn’t you know, she responds to it like such agood fucking girl, pulling on my hair so that her lips can dance along my jaw, my neck. Her mouth finds the pulse point at my throat and I fucking lose it, grinding myself against her center as I tear the neckline of her dress and suck violently on her nipple, forcing her body to arch into my mouth. I have almost no control over my hips as they grind against her center. I’m too busy drowning in the sweet little sounds she makes as her voice breaks on each moan and gasp.

“You’re mine, Angel,” I growl, and it almost sounds like a threat as I rise up again and place a hand on both sides of her waist, right above her spread legs, and yank her closer so that her wet arousal is placed perfectly against me. “Mine.” I thrustinside her, still feeling part beast. “Fuckingmine, you beautiful girl.”

Her heads falls back to the pillows, eyes rolling as I fuck her. And I can't get enough. Itstillisn’t enough to hungrily take in every inch of her I that I can see around the shredded little sweater.

Emma’s legs start shaking in my hands as she looks up at me, that sweet, tortured look on her face that makes everything else that’s going wrong in my world fall away. It doesn't matter, as long as she never ever stops looking at me exactly the way she is right now.

“Say you’re fucking mine, Emma,” I demand, continuing the punishing rhythm that has stolen her words away. “Tell me you belong to me.”

“I am, I’m yours,” she whimpers, her voice breaking when my thumb rewards her with pressure on her clit.

I fold forward, hungrily taking her mouth in mine again, the words ricocheting in my head like a victory bell. “You’re goddamn right you are,” I growl, thrusting inside her. My hands slide up her sides to hold her beautiful face between them. I bite her lip and she moans, and the sound of it…fuck.

Emma is the sun, and being inside her like this is the only thing that makes sense. The only thing capable of beating back my darkness and making it glow inside my dead ass heart.

It hurts when I think about it too much. She’s perfect. And she’s letting me—all the fucked up, angry, sharp pieces of me—inside her. I might never be Prince Charming but I will protect her with my life. Happily. Easily.

Her body tightens and I drop my eyes to hers as they start to go hazy, her wild cry piercing the air in the room as I thrust into her like I’ll never get the chance to feel her around me again. Her stomach muscles pulse as she comes, and I’m drunk on the sight of her. The sound of her.Everythingabout her. Her pussysqueezes my cock, and I sink my teeth into the soft skin of her shoulder.

“Fuck,” I groan into her skin, thrusting with shuddering finality as I release inside her. When she starts to come down, her hands softly rub the back of my neck. That strawberry hair of hers fanned out like a bright halo on my pillowcase. Fucking beautiful.

Our shaky breath is all I can hear, and one of her hands rises to my face, fingertips tracing along my brow, down to my mouth where she runs her thumb along my lower lip. I nip at it and she gives a breathless laugh.