Page 64 of Shattered Oaths

Moving across the room, I stand in front of the mirror and open my phones camera. Lifting the device, I snap a few pictures, changing poses every few seconds before scrolling through them all. With every swipe, my lip curls in disgust as I pick apart every image.

The light in this room does nothing for me. The cellulite dimples on my thighs are plain as day, shadows under my breasts makes them look all wrong and my skin is dull and washed out.

Turning off the main light, I flick on the lamp on the bedside locker and move back toward the mirror, pausing when my silhouette on the wall catches my eye.

An idea forms in my head, and I smile to myself, turning sideways and lifting my phone again.

Thanks to a cool breeze drifting in through a window, my nipples are hard, making them obvious in the shadow and I snap multiple angles before moving back to the bed, laying down and inspecting the results.

The dim lighting surrounding my dark silhouette enunciates the curve of my spine, the loose hair falling down my back and the sharp points of my pebbled nipples jutting out from the swell of breast makes me feel sexy in a way I’ve never experienced before.

With a nervous flutter in my stomach, I pull up Noah’s chat and press send. I watch as the delivered receipt turns toreadimmediately and bite my bottom lip as I wait for the dots to appear, signalling he’s typing. Five minutesbecome ten and with every painful second that passes that they don’t appear, my stomach grows tighter, a knot forming there.

Oh God.

A banner alert pops up at the top of my screen, and I click on it quickly.

Sav:Did you do it?

Me:Yes.

Liv:And?

Me:No response.

Sav:WHAT?

Liv:Show us what you sent.

Sav:Hold on, let me switch rooms so Hunter doesn’t catch a sneak peek.

I read Savannah’s text with dipped brows, quickly typing out a response.

Me:Hunter’s home?

I’ve barely hit send when my bedroom door flies open. I sit up on my bed with a gasp as Noah steps inside, his eyesferalas they land on me.

“Oh my God, Noah. You scared me,” I say, my hands coming to cover my naked breasts.

He takes slow, measured steps toward me, his gaze a flame as it licks every inch of my skin. “Do you have any idea what you just done?”

I blink at him, confused but completely aroused by the huskiness of his voice. “I done what you asked.”

“Hmm,” he hums, still prowling toward me. My eyes drop down on instinct, the evidence of his own arousal obvious as it strains against his jeans. “Of course you did. ‘Cause you’re a good girl, aren’t you, Bells?”

He kneels on the bed, his arms falling either side of my head and caging me in as he leans in, his mouth moving straight for my nipple. My back arches, a gasp escaping me as he takes it between his teeth and bites down before releasing it and repeating the move on the other one.

His mouth trails from my tits, down my abdomen before stopping at the top of my lace thong. “These fucking things. So fucking sexy,” he growls, pulling the fabric between his teeth and letting go, causing it to snap against my skin.

I gasp in surprise, the sharp sting sending a jolt straight to my core and I feel myself grow wetter. Noah chuckles, a dark rumble in his chest as he moves lower until he’s nestled between my thighs, his eyes snaring mine. “My little doll likes a bit of pain with her pleasure, huh?”

Oh God.

This is not the man I know like the back of my hand. When Noah is turned on, he becomes someone else entirely. And I fucking love it.

“Yes,” I hiss, my hips lifting as I push my pussy in his face. His tongue darts out, running the length of my slit over the top of my panties and my eyes roll at the sensation.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Bella.” Noah pulls my underwear to the side, exposing me to him. He runs one long digit through my wetness, making me suck in a sharp breath. Spreading me, his tongue comes out again, making long, languid licks against my swollen clit and my hand flies to his hair.