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CHAPTER 28

Noah

I was kissing a killer.

No—a killer was kissing me.

I didn’t know what I thought I was going to find when I went looking for answers. I wanted a whisper of some type of truth, a sliver of clarity into Reed. But I never expected to find out he was a killer. The moment I saw the documents, my stomach dropped. Dread curled around my ribs like a vice so that I could barely breathe. How could I walk into something that was this dangerous? What is wrong with me and my luck? It was the weight of knowing the truth that pressed against my chest.

It’s not like I could go to the authorities; they were most likely dead. And even if they weren’t, I’m sure a human killer was the least of their worries. It should be the least of my concerns, but then again, I was stuck in a cabin with someone that killed hundreds of people just because they had a shitty childhood.

I did too, and I didn’t turn into a fucking crazy person who gets their kicks from taking lives.

While every instinct screamed at me to shove him and run for the hills, I couldn't do it. My heart hesitated.

Reed stood in the center of it, tangling his way through the valves of my heart. Twisting it to believe everything that came out of his mouth. He was the person who made my pulse quicken just from a simple look. I was caught—trapped between what was right and what my heart wanted.

My mind begged me to leave, to forget about Reed and take my chances out there. But my stupid heart—that beating thing clenched against my ribcage, reminding me that Reed was the reason for me being here now. It was defiant, aching for a single touch from him.

Because even in the middle of this danger, even knowing what I knew now, I couldn’t let him go. I wanted to pour myself into him. I wanted Reed to be so full of me that he lost his mind. I wanted him to be consumed by me, obsessed.

I didn’t want love.

I wanted an obsession. Consuming and dangerous.

So even if I wanted to stop kissing him, I couldn’t. Warmth spread across my chest, my body igniting as he deepened the kiss. His tongue darted over my lips, groaning low and deep when I opened my mouth for him. My cock hardens against my sweats, reminding me it’s been weeks since it’s been touched. Everything inside me tilted; every wall that I was desperate to build fell apart when he tightened his hold against the back of my neck. Heat surged through me, smoldering and consuming me whole. My right hand snaked up his back to the back of his head. Holding his mouth against mine, the both of us fighting for dominance.

Reed would win every time, but it was nice that he let me have this moment. He knew that every ounce of me was fighting against what was wrong and what I wanted.

All too soon Reed pulls back, leaving me breathing heavily. I shake my head, refusing to open my eyes. I didn’t want this to end; I didn’t want to go back to reality just yet.

He holds me against him, our mouths barely touching, when I notice something pulse against my hip bone. My head jerks back only to be held still from Reed’s iron grip against the nape of my neck.

“I’ve always wanted you, Noah.” His other hand slides down between our bodies. My breath gets caught in my lungs while my brain short-circuits for a moment. I knew what he was about to do, but that didn't stop the surprised squeal from coming out of my mouth when he moved the waistband of my pants. His hand cups my cock while his mouth covers mine once more. Reed’s tongue dances around my mouth, slowly winning my broken heart over. My insides begin to melt as his sloppy kisses leave my mouth, moving across my cheek to my neck. Leaving open kisses, he licks the column of my throat.

“Fuck,” I groan. My cock pulses as Reed slowly moves his hand up and down my shaft.

Reed hums against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. But he doesn’t stop there; he kisses his way down my collarbone before dropping to his knees.

“Wh–what are you doing?” I frown. I try to step back, only I can’t move; I’m already pressed against the island.

Reed looks up at me as he pulls down my sweats, freeing my cock. I blush, embarrassed that I just found out he was a killer and now he’s on his knees for me.

“What does it look like?” Reed raises a brow, his hand tightening around my shaft. I gasp, words fleeing my mind. I can’t remember the last time someone took my breath away, let alone touched my dick. And the way Reed is touching me, I’m going to cum before I want to.

“I’ve been thinking of doing this since the first motel room, when you asked if I was afraid. I wasn’t. All I could think about was sliding to my knees and doing this.” Reed doesn’t give me time to process his words before he’s swallowing me whole. He doesn’t stop until I hit the back of his throat. My hand splays across the top of his head, holding him so his nose stays against my pubic bone. Reed swallows around me, causing a deep moan to leave me.

I let him go, gripping the counter edge. He drags his tongue across my shaft, licking around my crown.

“Fuck,” I mumble. I don’t want him to make me beg, but I have a feeling that’s exactly what he’s waiting for. Reed screams daddy . Which works in my favor because I have severe daddy issues.

“Beg me,” Reed orders around my cock. It was like he read my mind, and I can’t say I’m not upset about it.

“Reed,” I whine. I shouldn’t be surprised that it wasn’t enough for Reed. Because the moment his name leaves my mouth, he pops off, smirking like he’s won something. I shouldn’t pretend he hasn’t, because I’m too weak to resist him.

“Beg me, Noah. Beg me to suck you down, to have your cum coat my tongue, the back of my throat. Beg me to drink your taste down.”

Well, fuck me sideways and call me Sally. How can this man get any more perfect?

“Please,” I whisper. “Please make me cum, I–I, fuck, I need it. Please, Reed.” It’s a weak plea; we both know it, but he puts me out of my misery. He licks the length of my cock, swirling his tongue around my tip before taking me to the back of his throat again. His hands splayed around my thighs, slipping back around to my ass. Squeezing my cheeks, an inhuman sound flows out of my mouth. Biting down on my bottom lip, I thrust forward, unable to stop myself.

“Oh, fuck, please, Reed, make me cum, I need to cum.”

Reed hums around my dick, sending shivers down my spine. I’ve had my cock sucked by plenty of guys before, and I swear he’s the best one. It can’t be because I’ve grown feelings for him; something about Reed is just different. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

And when he spreads my ass cheeks apart again, one of his fingers brushes over my hole. My breath gets caught in my lungs; my eyes, that I hadn’t noticed were closed, fly open and snap down to Reed. I find his eyes already on me, a brow raised, wondering if I’m going to stop him. Little does he know, I never would. I want him inside me; I want to feel that warmth of his body against mine. My eyes widen the moment the tip of his finger pushes against my ass, breaking through my rim.

“Oh god,” I murmur, my hips bucking forward and then back. His finger enters me fully when I move back. He smiles against me, bobbing his head at a steady pace, just as he works his finger in and out of me. It’s not long before he adds another finger. I feel my balls drawing up, unable to stop myself from fucking myself on his fingers. He feels too good inside me, so the simple idea of him replacing his fingers with his cock is almost enough to put me over the edge.

When he massages that special place in me, it makes me whisper, “Daddy.”

Knowing I have daddy issues and then feeling the word slip from my lips are two different things.

I whine when Reed pulls back, my dick bobbing in front of him.

“I should’ve known,” he whispers. While he keeps two fingers inside me, he uses his other hand to wrap around my shaft. “You scream daddy issues, and well, I quite like it. I think that’s the only name I’ll answer to from now on.”

I nod eagerly. I’ll call him anything he wants as long as he lets me cum.

“I want to hear the words, Noah. I want you to beg me; I want to hear it again.”

“Yes, yes, fuck. Please, Daddy, please make me cum.” I’m a mess, needing to have my release before I go crazy. “Daddy, please.”

Reed takes me in his mouth again, working me over harder, his finger moving inside me, making me turn into mush. Please and Daddy fly from my mouth countless times. Noises come out of me that I’ve never made before, my balls pull up tight, and I barely get “Daddy,” out before I’m shooting down his throat. Reed swallows every drop, not missing a beat. My heart races against my rib cage when he presses against my prostate again.

“Oh my fuck,” I mumble as he slowly cleans me up with his tongue. My eyes drift close when he lets me slip from his mouth, his finger disappearing from my ass.

“You’re beautiful when you cum,” he whispers before pressing a single kiss to my hipbone.

It’s not until my heart returns to normal that I realize I let Reed distract me from the truth. I let a murderer blow me; I called him daddy. And while it felt amazing, I can’t stop the sickening feeling in my gut.

And what’s even worse, I wouldn’t mind doing it again.