Chapter[36]

Chapter[36]
CHAPTER 36

Noah.

“What the hell are you doing, Noah?” Steven shrieked, his wide eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and concern. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost, his expression a blend of disbelief and apprehension, and I couldn’t help but find a certain satisfaction in that.

I stepped closer, slamming the door of the room behind me with a force that echoed ominously in the small space. A side glance smirk crept across my face, one that I hoped conveyed my defiance and control of the situation. He flinched at the noise, stepping back a few inches as if trying to distance himself from my unpredictable nature, and repeated his question, annoyance creeping into his voice, as if he thought I was playing some sort of twisted game. Honestly, I was mad and jealous that Selena had kicked me out of our shared room, and I was relishing the chance to make Steven uncomfortable, to watch the worry dance in his eyes.

I knew he was right about me when he said I had a reputation for being a wild card—well-known as bisexual, a label that both intrigued and terrified people around me. But that was just a rumor, one I enjoyed perpetuating to keep others on edge. It had its uses, making people wary of crossing me, and I reveled in the power it gave me over them. It was intoxicating, really, this blend of fear and fascination I instilled in others.

I locked the door with a key, the click echoing in the tense air like a gunshot, and then I took off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor like a discarded piece of fabric, a small act of rebellion. I flopped onto the bed dramatically, lighting up a cigar and puffing away, the smoke curling into the air as I ignored Steven’s puzzled gaze that remained fixed on me for what felt like an eternity. I knew he wasn’t weak; his body was muscular and toned like that of a kickboxer. Yet, it was that very strength that made torturing him with my unpredictable behavior all the more satisfying. I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly, finding joy in pushing his buttons, in making him squirm.

He trembled when he saw me start to take off my pants, his voice shaky and high-pitched. “What are you doing?” His tone was a mixture of fear and disbelief, and I relished the moment, the power I held over him.

I gasped theatrically, feigning innocence. “What? I want to take a shower, then I’ll take a nap!” I acted oblivious, watching as his facial expressions morphed into sheer panic, his mind racing to comprehend my intentions. He wanted to read my thoughts, but hell, that would never happen. I had no plans to let him in on my motivations.

I stood up and opened the washroom door, not bothering to close it completely. I wanted him to see; after all, he thought he was the man who had satisfied Selena back when they were together. Damn, he should see my manhood! He had nothing to compare with me at all!

I should really mess with him, I thought, smirking to myself as I took off all my clothes, feeling liberated. I jumped into the shower, the hot water cascading over my skin, refreshing and invigorating, washing away the tension of the day. When I stepped out, towel wrapped around my wet body, I noticed he was still standing there, fully clothed, glaring at me as if bracing for his punishment.

I shook my head in disbelief, pride swelling within me. I reveled in the power I had over others with just a look, a simple stare that could shift the dynamic in the room. They were the reason the monster inside me had grown, but they didn’t know that I had never met anyone who dared to face me man-to-man. Or maybe I had, but God bless his soul; I buried that guy alive.

I dropped my towel, letting it fall to the floor as I stared back at him, my confidence radiating like heat from a flame. “What? Are you going to stay in that spot all night? Do you want me to come over there and fuck you?” I smirked devilishly, relishing the shock that spread across his face, the way his eyes widened in horror.

He gulped, rolling his eyes nervously. “No, please, just stay away.” His voice was laced with desperation, and I found it amusing, a source of twisted pleasure.

I nodded, feigning compliance. “Fine, are you going to sleep next to me or what?” I raised an eyebrow, teasing him further, enjoying the way he squirmed under my gaze.

He shook his head vigorously, panic rising in his voice. “No, surely not. Man! Please find another room or something. Tell you what? I will sleep on the couch,” he suggested, desperation dripping from his words as he sought to escape my presence.

I laid back on the bed, shrugging nonchalantly. “Well, okay, I don’t mind, but if you wanted me to— you know— you could come over here,” I teased, licking my upper lip slowly, watching his reaction with interest.

He pointed a finger at my face, panic rising in his voice. “No, please. I should call Selena now to take you back. God! I hate you.” He muttered as he grabbed his cell phone to call Selena, the urgency in his movements betraying his fear. I secretly hoped this plan would work because I was not okay with the idea of Ahmet sleeping in the same room as Selena, even if he was gay! I didn’t care at all. I loved her, and that was all that mattered.

“Selena! Please take back your husband! You know what? I love Ahmet, yes! I want you to help me get closer to him. So I suggest you take him back now, and let Ahmet join me in my room. I swear to God, I will never touch him by force. Please,” Steven pleaded into the phone, his eyes rolling as he peeked over at me. I listened intently, waiting for Selena's response, my heart racing as I considered the implications of his words.

He hung up after thanking her, letting out a sigh of relief that sounded as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his body tense with the aftermath of his frantic call.

He gestured to me, urgency etching his features. “Noah, get out now. Selena wants you back in a minute in her room.” He blew out a long sigh, looking both relieved and apprehensive, as if he were a soldier awaiting orders.

I hopped off the bed, wrapping the towel around my waist quickly, feeling the fabric cling to my wet skin. I opened the door, but he shouted at me, making me freeze. “Noah! You’re naked! Wear something for God’s sake! You’ll scare the whole hotel.”

I smirked, holding up the towel. “I guess this will do the job,” I said cheekily, spinning around to gather my confidence before I slammed the door behind me and hastened to Selena's suite, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Once I knocked on the door, she yanked it open, pulling me inside by the neck and huffing. “Where the hell were you?” She pulled me into the room, slamming the door with her legs, her anger palpable and infectious.

I cleared my throat, my eyes scanning the room for Ahmet, but before I could even ask, she wrapped her legs around my waist and bit her lip seductively, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “He’s gone, he’ll join Steven. Now I want—” she paused, licking my earlobe, making me moan loudly with desire that surged through my veins.

My eyes widened in surprise as she scratched my back with her nails, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t ignore. “I’m horny, I want you badly.” That was all it took for me to lose control. I grabbed her, pulling her up against the wall, pinning her back and kissing her neck frantically, my heart racing with uncontained passion. God, I loved these pregnancy hormones. They made her so wild, so uninhibited, and I was more than willing to indulge her every whim.

She pushed me down onto the bed, taking the lead, peeling the towel off my body with a swift motion, her fingers brushing against my manhood, making it twitch and harden instantly. “Make me ride you, Noah,” she whispered huskily, her voice dripping with lust as she stripped off her clothes in a flash, like a woman starved for affection, thrusting her tongue into my mouth with wild abandon.

She positioned herself over me and began to move up and down, moaning with pleasure mixed with desperation, her body a perfect rhythm against mine. I lay there, silent, captivated by her raw emotions and the dirty words spilling from her lips. She had never acted like this before, so free and uninhibited in bed, and it drove me wild. “You are mine, Noah! Always mine,” she screamed, pushing down deeper and faster until we both reached our climax, our bodies entwined in a whirlwind of ecstasy that surged through us like electricity.

But it didn’t stop there; we continued this passionate encounter for what felt like hours, losing ourselves in each other’s bodies, exploring every inch, every curve. After three intense rounds, I finally laid back on the bed next to her, pulling her into my chest. We were both breathless and exhausted, our bodies glistening with sweat from the heat of our lovemaking. I kissed her forehead gently, savoring the moment, basking in the afterglow that enveloped us like a warm blanket.

She raised her brows playfully, biting her lip in that way that always made my heart race. “Well, are you ready for another round, sweetie?” she winked, her fingers tracing circles on my chest, igniting that fire once more.

I blinked, my jaw dropping in disbelief. “Whaaaaaaaaaaat?” I was dumbfounded, but secretly thrilled at the prospect. Just then, we were interrupted by hard knocking on the door, the sound jolting me upright. I turned to see who the uninvited guest was, shocked that anyone would dare disturb us like this.

To my surprise, I found Ahmet and Steven standing there, looking serious and somewhat out of breath, as if they had just run a marathon. “What’s going on? Don’t tell me that Steven tried to rape you?” I asked Ahmet, who looked like a nagging child, spoiled and petulant since the moment I met him. Somehow, I hated him, but I couldn’t deny he was cute in a way, with his wide-eyed innocence.

Ahmet shook his head, gesturing for Steven to hand me his cell phone. I took the phone from him, noticing their furtive glances, as if they didn’t want Selena to hear anything. I checked the screen and found a threatening text waiting for me. Yes, it was mine; I had forgotten it when I was headed to sleep in the same room as Steven.

I glanced back at Selena, and thank God, she was tossing in the bed, giving me her back. Maybe she had fallen asleep, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around us.

I rolled down to read the text that had come from a restricted number: She will never be yours forever, and this child will never be born.

That’s when I rounded my fists in anger, smashing the phone against the wall in a fit of rage, the sound reverberating in the room. “Who dares to threaten me? Who dares to take her away from me?” I groaned loudly, my voice echoing in the confined space. The noise made Selena stir, her head turning to stare at me in shock, as if I had just uttered something unfathomable. I had never seen her scared before; it was the first time since we met, and I realized just how much was at stake.