The Foiled Plan (War of Sins Book 2)

The rest of the day passes in a flurry as we do some work around the house to make it more hospitable. For all my mother’s love of expensive materials, the house looks more like a museum than someone’s home.

It’s particularly heartwarming to see Noelle put her own soft touch to our room, all without changing the original décor too much.

And as the sky starts darkening, I take two plates of pasta—cooked without setting the kitchen on fire—and I join Noelle in the day room.

She’s sitting by the piano as she scrunches her nose in concentration while scribbling down some notes on a sheet of paper. She’s wearing different clothes from earlier in the day, mostly because I couldn’t stop staring at her and thus was not able to get any work done. Instead, she put on a long, light skirt and a top that this time covers her delectable midriff.

I won’t obsess over her.

I keep reciting the mantra as I walk towards her. At this point it’s become a necessity so I remind myself that not everything is about hugging her to my chest and keeping her tied to me, preferably with my cock buried deep in her pussy.

I need to get a hang of myself.

It’s just the honeymoon phase…

Except it’s not.

The honeymoon phase is long gone, yet I can’t help myself. My eyes are always glued to where she is, and when she’s not by my side I get insanely paranoid that something might happen.

There’s this need inside of me to safeguard her and envelop her in a protective cocoon, one so thick she’d never be able to leave it.

And we’d stay there, together. Just the two of us as we’d share our deepest thoughts and desires.

Sometimes I feel like I’m going insane.

Maybe it’s a side effect of seeing her at Michele’s mercy—at knowing anything could have happened to her.

More than anything, it’s the fact that she’d so easily admitted she would let herself be raped by a madman in order to save me.

In order to save my worthless ass.

I’d rather die a thousand deaths than let anyone lay a hand on her. The moment anyone tries to put even the tip of one finger on my pretty girl, all bets are off.

When it comes to her, I know I’m capable of the impossible.

The last few years have been nothing short of a journey of self-discovery.

I’d learned that I can survive even if pushed to the most extreme limits, and that in spite of anything I can move on and even thrive. But since meeting Noelle, I’ve also found another part of myself that lay dormant until her—that I’m a possessive bastard.

Growing up and used to my circumstances, women have always been the furthest thing from my mind. I’d always hoped that I would eventually find someone to settle down with, but I’d never imagined this type of emotion.

All-consuming.

Maddening.

Addictive.

There’s nothing normal about how I feel about Noelle. Nothing.

She has me tied up in knots the moment she walks into the room, and the thought of anyone else getting near her sends me into an irrational rage.

Multiple times, I’ve had to ask myself—who am I? Who is this person that behaves like a fucking savage? Because I don’t recognize it.

I don’t recognize myself.

There’s a part of me that knows that she’s mine and only mine, that she belongs to me in a way that cannot be explained by natural phenomena—and believe me, I’ve tried.

During my captivity, I’d thought that what I felt for Lucero was intense. But at times, I have to ask myself, how much of it was true and how much was it the effect of the drugs?  I’d been so doped up, that even my realest memories could be nothing more than hallucinations. I don’t know for sure if what happened was real, or just my own perception of real. I might never find out.

And that’s fine.

For the first time I’m not living in the shadow of the past anymore. I’m not looking forward to tomorrow just so I can wreak revenge on someone who’s wronged me.

For the first time I’m free.

Free to love her.

Shaking myself from my musings, I put a pleasant smile on as I walk towards her.

‘What are you up to, pretty girl?’

I take a seat by her side, handing her a plate and utensils.

‘It’s a secret,’ she smiles sheepishly as she places her hand on top of the paper. When she sees my curiosity piqued as I strain to make out the contents, she goes one step further and flips it on the other side.

‘You made dinner,’ she changes the subject, thrusting the sheet away from my field of view.

‘I think this one is a success,’ I tell her, though the anticipation is killing me as I wait for her to dig in.

‘Ohh,’ she licks her lips as she takes a bite. ‘This is wonderful, Raf. I stand corrected. You might actually become a great cook,’ she laughs.

‘I’m committed to the task of becoming a domestic husband,’ I joke.

After we finish eating, I take the plates back to the kitchen before returning to pester her about showing me her surprise.

I know she’s been working on a new piece, but she’s been tight-lipped about it.

‘Nope,’ she shakes her head, popping the p in a way that is both cute and sexy at the same time. ‘It wouldn’t be a surprise anymore.’ She slaps my hand as I try to pluck the sheet of paper from her side.

‘But I’m curious,’ I feign a pout, batting my lashes like she usually does when she tries to get her way.

Amused, she looks at me for a moment before waving a finger in front of me.

‘You might be cute, but I’m still not showing you.’

‘Please,’ I say as I shift closer to her on the bench.

‘Still a no,’ she pushes her chin in the air, pretending to ignore me.

Not one to give up easily, I snake my arms around her waist, lifting her up and depositing her in my lap. She’s so small, it’s entirely too easy to maneuver her around. And as she starts squirming, I do just that, holding her still while her arms flail around.

‘Raf, what are you doing?’ she laughs, moving her body as she tries to get away from me.

‘Hmm, I wonder if you’re ticklish… What about here?’ I slowly graze my fingers up her ribcage before tickling her right under her arms until she’s crying out for mercy.

‘I give up, I give up,’ she shouts, barely able to squeeze the words amid her fit of laughter.

 ‘What was that? I didn’t hear you.’

‘I give up,’ she whizzes, just as I turn her around, her legs on the outside of my thighs as she sits on my lap.

‘So, will you tell me now?’ I whisper as I bring her face closer to mine.

She blinks, startled at the sudden proximity. Hot air fans my face and I can feel every little hitch in her breath as she squirms around my lap, getting herself in the perfect position. The proximity makes my heart skip a beat—another thing that’s become the norm.

‘You’re not playing fair,’ she whispers, licking her lips as she raises her eyes to mine.

‘There are no rules, pretty girl. That means,’ I pause as I wrap one arm around the small of her back, pushing her closer to me, ‘there is no fair.’

‘I’m still not showing you,’ she tries to put on a strong front even as she grinds her pussy against me.

‘You will. Everyone cracks under duress.’

‘I won’t,’ she says confidently.

‘Oh, you will,’ I smirk. ‘And I know just the way to get you to talk.’

‘Really?’ She raises a brow. ‘I’m waiting,’ she adds with a knowing smile.

The little witch.

‘What if I were to brush my fingers up your leg?’ I drawl out the words just as I bring my hand to her ankle, slowly skimming the surface of her flesh and dragging the dress upwards in my advance.

She swallows, her eyes still on mine.

‘I wouldn’t tell,’ she whispers.

‘Hmm. What about this then?’ I ask just as I spread my palm over the curve of her ass. ‘What if I rest my hand here and not move it?’ the corner of my mouth tips up in an amused smile.

She shakes her head, though I can tell her breathing is getting increasingly labored. Fuck, but I bet she’s already soaking wet, and the thought only makes me react stronger—the need to touch her almost my undoing.

‘What if I promised to pet your pretty pussy? Would you tell me then?’ my own voice is becoming huskier the more I think about the wonder that nestles between her thighs, that sweet little pussy that owns me.

‘Maybe,’ she replies saucily. ‘Why don’t we give it a try. Who knows,’ she shrugs. ‘I might talk after all,’ she winks at me.

‘Damn,’ I whistle, ‘I better get started with my interrogation then.’

No sooner are the words out of my mouth than my fingers dip between her ass cheeks.

She’s wearing a flimsy material that barely covers her pussy. I easily tug it to the side as I glide my finger between her folds.

‘Soaked. You’re truly soaked, pretty girl.’

‘Uhm,’ she hums, rocking slightly against my fingers. ‘You want to know why?’ she leans forward, her lips brushing against my ear.

A shiver of anticipation goes down my back.

‘Why?’ I demand on a ragged tone.

‘Because I saw you when you walked in,’ her lips smack together right before I feel her tongue on my earlobe.

At the same time, I bring the rough pads of my fingers against her clit, petting the sensitive flesh and eliciting a moan from her.

‘You saw me and…’

‘You were already hard,’ she blurts out, moving against my hand. ‘I could see the outline of your cock. God, and I kept thinking,’ she gasps as I slide one finger into her tiny opening.

‘You kept thinking?’ I repeat, amused every time she loses her train of thought.

‘I kept thinking there was a different type of food I would prefer.’

‘Is that so?’ I chuckle in her hair.

Her scent envelops me, and I inhale deeply, letting it wash over me. My cock is painfully hard, but I want her pleasure first. I need to feel her release coating my fingers, her moans in my ears.

‘You make me think dirty thoughts when I shouldn’t,’ she adds on a whimper as I work my fingers in and out of her pussy.

Her hands grip my shoulders as she brings her mouth to my neck, biting to stop herself from screaming out loud as she comes.

‘Tell me,’ I ask roughly, ‘tell me those dirty thoughts, pretty girl. I promise I’ll turn each and every one of them into reality.’

Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I suck in her essence, all the while staring into her eyes and showing her the depth of my desire for her.

‘I…’ She flutters her lashes, taking a deep breath and barely getting herself together after her orgasm. ‘If you want to know what is on that sheet, then you’ll have to fuck it out of me. Fuck me while I play it for you.’

For a moment I can only stare at her—at my pretty girl who just asked me to turn one of my own fantasies to reality.

‘Fuck, Noelle,’ I swear, overwhelmed by too much emotion and excitement. Closing my eyes, I groan as I bring my other hand to my head, threading my fingers through my hair. ‘You’re killing me, pretty girl.’

‘You…don’t want that?’ she asks tentatively, her lip between her teeth as she looks at me in worry.

‘Want that? Fuck, I don’t think I’ve wanted something more. You have no idea… God,’ I exhale. ‘From the first time I saw you behind that piano, playing as if you were one with the music, all I could think about was how you’d play with my cock filling your cunt. Jesus… does that scare you, pretty girl? Does it scare you to know what a sick fuck I am? That all I could think was your music on my tongue, your pussy milking my cock and bringing me closer to nirvana than I could ever hope…’ I trail off as I realize how much I’ve revealed.

‘No,’ she breathes out, her hands suddenly wrapped in my shirt as she tugs me closer until our faces are mere inches apart. ‘Because that’s been on replay in my mind from the beginning. Raf…’ She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip. ‘You make me hot in a way I never thought possible. Sometimes I feel like I’m no longer in control of my body, because all it wants is to be near you, on top of you, mating with you. I feel empty without you,’ she confesses with unparalleled poignancy and an urgency that has me about to rip the clothes off her in an attempt to get that close.

‘Sweet Jesus, Noelle. Keep talking in that sexy voice of yours and I’m going to burst in my pants.’

‘And we wouldn’t want that, would we?’ she bats her lashes as her fingers fumble with the zipper on my pants.

The moment it gives way, her hand is inside, wrapped around my cock and squeezing tight.

‘Fuck,’ I curse, my muscles tensing.

She has a mischievous expression on her face as she brings her thumb over the head, swiping every bit of moisture before using it to lubricate her movements.

‘You can’t come,’ she says in a resolute tone. ‘You can’t come until you’re inside me. I need you to fill me, Raf—fuck me so hard until I see stars.’

My mouth agape, I can only stare at her. Until now, every time we’ve made love, she’s been quiet, letting me do most of the talking. The fact that she’s issuing commands of her own has me harder than I’ve ever been. And fuck me if I can’t wait to give her just that.

And anything else she asks.

‘I would never,’ I shake my head vigorously. ‘Every bit of my cum is reserved for your sweet pussy, Noelle. Because she’s hungry, isn’t she?’ I ask as I brush her hair from her neck so I can lay kisses all over her tender skin. ‘She’s starving for my cum.’

She nods, her pupils taking over her irises, her desire clearly written in her features.

‘And I’m going to give it to you, pretty girl,’ I coo in her ear just as I grab her waist, turning her around so that she’s sitting on my lap while facing the piano.

‘Now,’ I bring my mouth to her ear, swiping my tongue up the column of her neck as I go and feeling her shiver in my arms. ‘I want you to put me inside of you. Wrap your hand around my cock and guide me into your tight heat,’ I tell her in a soft voice, yet the command is unmistakable.

She doesn’t argue. Raising herself slightly, she reaches back to grab my cock, positioning the head at her entrance. Slowly, she pushes herself down on my erection.

My chest rumbles with pleasure, her pussy walls closing in around me and enveloping me in pure heat. Wiggling down, she struggles to take me to the hilt, so I grab her hips, thrusting into her in one smooth slide.

We both moan at the sensation.

‘Raf,’ her velvety voice caresses my senses. Leaning back, she tilts her head and brings her lips to mine. Opening her mouth, her tongue darts out to lick my lips as she urges me to return her kiss.

And I do. Fuck, but I do.

I part my lips, bringing my tongue against hers and kissing her like I’m suffocating and she’s the last bit of oxygen left in the world.

My cock twitches inside of her, needing to move yet at the same time relishing the way I feel her walls pulsating around me.

We are one—like we were always meant to be.

‘Play for me,’ I rasp against her lips. ‘Play for me while I fuck you, pretty girl. I’ll fuck you just the way you want me to as long as you give me your music. Your goddamn essence. Guide me to fucking heaven, Noelle,’ I demand harshly, my words marked by an unusual urgency.

She gives me a languid nod, her eyes still closed as she struggles to get her breathing under control. Straightening her back, she leans closer to the keys, the sudden movement making her bounce on my cock.

‘Fuck,’ I curse out, knowing it will be a torture to keep still.

‘I know it’s your birthday soon,’ she whispers, ‘and I composed you a little something,’ she says in a throaty voice.

I don’t get to reply though as her fingers connect with the keys, the first sound reverberating in the air. At the same time, I bring my hands to her hips, holding her in place and moving her up and down my cock as I follow the rhythm of the melody.

My eyes snap closed as sweetness bursts on my tongue at hearing her play—each note unveiling more about the piece as a whole and the message underneath. I feel the love in the base melody just as I feel the passion as the piece climbs into a dramatic crescendo. There’s a sensory overload as I feel her everywhere, the sound only accentuating my pleasure.

Her fingers skillfully trace the keyboard, her music impeccable even as I pump in and out of her. My hands on her waist, I place my head on her back, pounding into her like a man consumed by love, desire, and something else that eludes me.

Something that makes my fucking heart sing in tandem with hers,

‘This is for you, Raf,’ she whimpers. ‘All for you, my love.’

She bangs her hands on the keyboard just as a moan escapes her lips, the entire room echoing with her pleasure.

I’m not too far behind either, and as she slumps against me, her piece done, I quickly turn her around until her chest is flush against mine.

My cock briefly slips out of her at the sudden movement, but I’m quick to rectify that as I thrust into her, keeping her so close to me it’s like we are one.

She wounds her arms around my neck as her mouth seeks mine, and for the longest time, we just lose ourselves in this feeling of completion.

‘I’m coming,’ she moans, increasing her speed as she rides me, her pussy clamping down on my dick and squeezing so hard, my own release is impending.

‘Fuck,’ I mumble incoherently, my cock jerking inside of her as cum fills her to the brim—just as she demanded.

Still, I don’t let go. I keep her wrapped in my arms, flesh against flesh,

Leaning back, she looks at me dazedly, an odd look crossing her face.

‘You’re my heart, pretty girl,’ I tell her, caressing her cheek and laying a soft kiss to her nose.

She blinks, almost confused, looking at me as if I were a stranger.

‘Noelle?’

For a moment she doesn’t reply, as if she’s lost inside her head.

‘Noelle,’ I repeat, cupping both her cheeks as I force her to look at me. ‘Are you ok? Did I hurt you?’ I ask, immediately fearing the worst.

She squeezes her eyes shut before a slow smile appears on her face.

‘I’m fine,’ she shakes her head as she lies. ‘I love you too, Raf. Too much,’ she whispers in a sad tone, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

I want to ask what’s going on—to get a clarification of what happened.

But she quickly brushes it off as she lays her cheek against mine, murmuring sweet words of love.