Noah chuckles, his warm breath brushing against the shell of my ear. "You like that, don't you? You like being pinned against the wall. I bet if I slide my fingers against your pussy, it's going to be soaked, isn't it?"
"Fuck you."
His fingers trail down the curve of my breast and into the dip of my waist before tracing lower. "You want me to. I can smell your arousal."
That's when I feel it. The hard line of his cock digging into my ass.
His hand dips lower, and he backs up just enough to pull my hips back, giving himself room to snake down to the front of my bikini.
"Get your fucking hands off me." I writhe, trying to get away from him, but all I succeed in doing is grinding against the monster in his pants.
Thick fingers slip inside the thin material of my bikini.
He drags my earlobe between his teeth. "I was right. You're loving this. You're fucking soaked. Does the fear turn you on? Are you sitting here thinking about what it'll be like if I fuck you when I kill you? The way my hands are going to wrap around that pretty little neck of yours while I watch the life leave you?"
With each word he says, his fingers press against my clit again and again, the touch there and gone.
And then he removes it completely, his hand in my hair. He uses his grip to throw me to the ground, the hard floor bruising my knees.
I crack my head against the base of the bed, stars dancing across my vision.
He crouches down in front of me as I sit up and grab the sides of my head. "If you want to live, you're not going to try that shit again."
I drop my hands, but I hold back from attacking him, trying to ignore the arousal slicking my thighs. I shouldn't be turned on by him. Not even a little bit. "I'm not stupid enough to think you're going to leave me alive. What do you even want with me?"
It's an obvious question, but maybe if I can get him talking, he'll let something slip that might help me in the long run.
He smirks, his fingers trailing along the inside of my thigh. Noah grabs it in a gripping bruise, his fingers digging into the flesh. "The same thing I've always wanted, but this time I'll get it."
"Trading me off to Aiden isn't going to be enough to get him to give up territory. You know it, and so do I."
"Oh, no." Noah stands, a sick smile on his face as he gives my body an appreciative glance that has flames licking at my skin. "I have much bigger plans for you."
He wants to kill my family, but he's also never been much of a liar. He tells the truth far more often than Aiden ever has.
So, if he's planning to leave me alive, slaughtering my entire family must not be his end goal anymore.
And that's worrying.
If he's changed his mind about what he wants and Aiden doesn't know, then he's going to be making all his plans with the wrong assumptions about Noah.
This war isn't ending; it's only getting worse.
Noah walks to the door, pausing and turning to look at me. "You should get used to it in here. This is all the rest of your life is ever going to be."
The door opens, and he steps out, slamming it shut behind him. There's a dull thud as a lock clicks into place.
Even with my head aching and my knees protesting, I rush to the door and slam against it, though I know it's not going to do anything.
One way or another, I have to get out of here, though. I have to warn my family that something has changed and they need to be more cautious.
They don't know the monster they're dealing with anymore, and neither do I.
But I'm going to find out, even if it means I have to become a monster too.
Chapter Five
NOAH