Needles places his hand on the knob and pushes it open, causing me to almost stumble backward and fall straight on my ass, but Needles slides an arm around my waist and catches me. I’m not sure why considering it looks like he wants to wrap his hands around my throat and choke me out until I’m no longer drawing breath. The door closes shut and the two of us are outside.
I stand here with his hands on me, feeling a fraction of the same sense of fear shooting through me as I did a few minutes ago when I saw the pain bringer. I highly doubt Needles would hurt me, but then again, with the way he’s staring at me . . . I can’t be too sure.
“I don’t need you to come to my rescue,” I state in a cold whisper, trying to calm myself down in the process.
He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You’re not a fuckin’ princess, Flora. You’re the type of woman who can’t be saved, and in case you haven’t realized this, I’m not a damn prince. I’m the ogre who throws the women in the cage.”
A shiver runs down my spine and my body begins to physically shake in response. Needles’ eyes go from icy to remorseful in a split second. With the arm he has wrapped around my back he rubs my side soothingly. It only confuses me more. One minute this man is being nothing but an asshole, and the next he takes my body language and mood into consideration, showing me a softer side of the man underneath his demeanor.
“I don’t need to be saved from anything,” I tell him, standing up a bit straighter, showing him I’m stronger than he thinks.
“For once, I’d have to agree with you. I don’t think you’re afraid of anything that’s real. Everything crippling you is in here,” he taps the side of my temple and now I’m agreeing with him. I know my demons are inside my head and they’re something I’ll have no choice but to deal with for the rest of my life.
“Why do you even care? I mean, that’s what you’re doing, right? Caring?” I search his eyes for some sort of answer, but I doubt I’m going to get one. This man is a professional at keeping an impeccable poker face.
He licks his bottom lip and chuckles lowly, “I don’t, I’m just not an asshole one-hundred-percent of the time.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“No one does. It’s part of my charm.” Needles smirks devilishly, still with his hands on my body. His hand is on my side, running his fingers along my hip while the finger he just used to tap my temple is pressed against the side of my face.
“You’re not charming,” I correct him.
He scoffs again, “Give me time, little girl, I always manage to charm everyone.”
“You won’t charm me,” I’m firm in my decision. Needles isn’t anyone I ever want to choose to be around. He doesn’t exactly have a peachy personality, and the last thing I want to do is have more of a headache.
“That’s adorable. Pretty sure I charmed the fuck out of your wet cunt the other night.”
Taken aback by his words, I’m not sure what to say at first. “I was working. Just because I cum, it doesn’t mean I’m into you.”
He licks his lips again and runs his hand over his head. “I h—”
“Why were you even in that movie? I swear I overheard you telling King you’d never star in a movie with me, ever, so why did you?” I don’t even give a damn that I interrupted him. What’s more important to me is figuring this shit out, understanding the reasoning behind it.
Needles blinks his eyes a couple of times and drops his hand from the side of my face to my throat, tightening his grip, he brings his face closer to mine, his lips almost touching mine and stares down at them. “I wanted to know what it felt like to fuck the woman I hate.” I should take what he said the wrong way, but I don’t. Instead my core grows warm and my stomach is doing summersaults. He snickers lightly, “What did you think about fucking the man you hate?”
My throat grows dry and I’m caught completely off guard. I didn’t expect him to ask me a question like this. “Flora,” he says my name after I don’t answer him, increasing his grip around my throat, his lips get closer until they’re lightly grazing mine.
“I enjoyed it.” He cackles at my admission before colliding his lips onto mine. Our kiss is opened-mouthed, carnal, and possessive. It’s like two raging infernos colliding into one another, creating a firestorm of dangerousness. Needles deepens the kiss and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck, not sure why I’m doing this, but not giving a fuck about the repercussions. Yeah, we hate each other, but the last time we fucked my pussy was exploding with fireworks and I crave that closeness right now. I need to relax, to forget about the people who’re here at the club right now.
Needles releases his grip on my neck, runs his hands through my black hair, brushing it back and lifts me up into his arms. He shoves my back against the side of the clubhouse and pins me against the metal. My legs are wrapped around his torso and he uses a hand to hike up my dress, pushing my panties to the side, he dives his fingers inside me, immediately feeling my wetness. He pulls his lips from my mouth and smirks, his breath hot and heavy on my lips. “Fucking hell, you love being fucked by me, don’t you?”
“Don’t let this go to your head, Needles,” I tell him breathlessly, searching his eyes to try and see if I can tell what his game plan is here. If this is just a hate-fuck, I’m down for it, but if he’s looking for . . . if he’s looking for something else, that’ll never be me. Don’t get me wrong, I want to be the woman who’s able to have a normal relationship at some point, but I’m far too damaged.
“Nothin’ is goin’ to my head, little girl, just let me keep playin’ with fire.” I let out a breath in relief, and the distinctive sound of him pulling his zipper down rings out. In a matter of seconds he’s at my entrance, hammering inside me. There’s no warning, no easing himself inside me. It’s only hot, heated, fast fucking. He pounds into me so hard his balls slap against my pussy, making clapping sounds. I lean my head back and Needles brings his lips down onto my neck and bites down on my flesh. The combination of his grip on my neck and the way he rams himself into my pussy causes euphoria to take hold of me sooner than I thought.
He drives his cock inside me over and over again, shoving himself into my center. So quickly his dick rams against my cervix. Again, pain mixed with pleasure and I moan out in the sinful pleasures Needles is bringing me. As I dig my nails into his shoulders, he brings his body right against mine, pummeling into me even further, grinding his cock against my G-spot until I’m coming undone.
“Fuckin’ hell, little girl,” he snarls against my neck, continuing to fuck me while my pussy milks his cock for whatever he has. Sweat drips from his forehead onto my skin and he releases his teeth’s grip on my neck, breathing in and out, catching his breath. Yet, I still find myself holding onto him. I could let go of him right now and be on my way, but I don’t want to.
I want to keep my arms around him, to feel the pleasure he brings my way, but more than that . . . I want to keep feeling the security he brings whenever he’s around. Needles scares me, there’s no doubt about it, but I know deep down he’d never do anything to hurt me.