Stolen Love

CHAPTER TWELVE:

*non-con in this chapter*

Noah's words had began to sink into my brain fully, I was beginning to actually understand the meaning behind his words and it terrified me. I could feel his entire body pressing down onto me, pinning me in place. I felt like I was slowly suffocating and losing consciousness. As much as I wanted to run and hide, I could not move an inch. I wanted to fight back, but my body was losing the fight.

Noah's hands found my wrists again and he held them beside my head.

I tried to scurry backwards from him, but due to his weight and our awkward position, I was kept pinned down to the bed. I was unable to move or barely breathe. The stinging of my cheek reminded me of what he was capable of if I did not watch myself.

"You're going to behave from here on out, or I will make promise on my word." Noah spoke again, his eyes were watching my face for any sort of reaction or displeasure, which was written all over my face right now.

I had the overwhelming urge to cry and scream back at him, but I knew it was going to be useless at this point. The only option I had was to try and behave and maybe outsmart him later and escape.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts when his lips pressed against mine, surprising me.

He smiled against my lips at my reaction and deepened the kiss, much to my dismay. He tasted of mint and smelt like cologne. It was not a bad combination, but it was something that I grew to hate. His voice. His eyes. His face. His smell. Everything. I hated everything about him.

Noah pulled back as I laid back on the bed, unmoving and stoic faced.

His hands left my wrists as I began to move them slowly, trying to get feeling back in them. Noah placed his hands back down on the bed, beside my head and watched me slowly. I could tell that he was unsure of how I was going to react. His face sent me a warning glance and I shuddered.

As much as I wanted to hit him and hurt him, I was not in that position.

Just when I thought he was finished with his assault, he lowered himself back down, moving my hair away from my neck and kissing the skin lightly. His lips were soft and I hated myself and my body for reacting to his touch.

Noah's lips grazed my neck, travelling up to my collarbone as he breathed heavily. I could feel his erection pressing through his pants and resting against my stomach.

My breath caught in my throat as I fought desperately to not make any sound.

My hands remained stilled at my sides, my fists were balled up and I could feel the little indents that were being made by my nails against the smooth palm of my hands. I wanted to scream.

I felt Noah shift his left hand and place it against my waist, gently rubbing against the hem of my sweater.

I swallowed hard and twisted my head away from him, praying to god that I could be anywhere but here.

Noah's lips slithered across my neck, leaving small wet spots as he travelled. I felt his body sink slightly as he let out a low groan of pleasure, his weight on my stomach intensifying as he did so.

"Oh god, stop." I whimpered, my bottom lip quivering at his advances. The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I could feel Noah's chest vibrate with a small chuckle.

He did not stop.

Noah

"You're going to behave from here on out, or I'll make promise on my word." I threatened, still hovering above her.