The Foiled Plan (War of Sins Book 2)

‘She’s fine, Cisco. Just a small scare,’ I grit out before I hang up on him.

It seems that the doctor couldn’t help himself and had to go run his mouth to Cisco.

After she woke up, she started crying out in terror again, thinking someone was going to kill her. My presence seemed to make it even worse, and when I couldn’t calm her down myself, I ended up calling both my sister and the doctor Cisco has on his retainer.

My sister tried to calm her down, but that was in vain too. Luckily, the doctor administered her a sedative, and according to both, it was just shock and she should be fine—eventually.

It’s already been hours, and she’s not fine.

She’s anything but fine.

Because I know what’s going to happen once she wakes up again. She’s going to take another look at me and ask me to never show my face again.

Fuck…

I wish I could turn back the time and not react the way I did. But I don’t even know what came over me.

I’ve never once in my life reacted like this—with my fists. Opening my eyes to see myself and the others covered in blood from injuries I’d caused had been terrifying for me, too. Because I couldn’t recognize myself anymore.

Is this who I’ve become now? An animal? Someone who can’t control his urges?

Just the idea that my pretty girl could be hurt, or upset, awoke something dangerous in me.

And I don’t know if I like it.

I spend the rest of the day in video conferences, trying to take my mind off the incident. And as it gets later and later, I get increasingly apprehensive to go to the room.

Will she scream at me?

Will she try to hit me again?

Though I’m not particularly keen to find out, my feet still take me there.

The entire room is bathed in darkness save for a low beam of light from the moon, but I still note her small form huddled under blankets. Her chest rises and falls with every breath, and for a moment I find myself rooted to the spot.

Did I mess everything up?

I move stealthily as I take a seat on the chair by the window. The bed in full view, I can only stare at her.

Will I still have her in the morning, or will she repudiate me?

She’s sleeping on her side, her nightgown slid down one shoulder, the tip of her breast peeking through.

Fuck, but even in a situation like this, one look at her and I’m hard. Still, knowing my time with her might be limited, I allow myself to stare at leisure. Eat her up with my eyes until her image is imprinted on my retina.

My heart tugs painfully in my chest just as my cock hardens at the sight of her.

If before I’d been gone for her, then I have no words for quantifying what I feel now that I’ve gotten to know her better. And to realize I’m about to lose everything…

She moves, a soft sigh escaping her as she shifts in bed, the blanket sliding down her body to reveal more of her.

Leaning back, I spread my legs as I palm my cock through my pants, her sounds making all my blood pool down in that particular region. And as she stretches lazily, like a pampered cat, I can’t help the low groan that escapes my lips as I squeeze my balls.

It’s almost painful at this point—watching her and knowing I might never get to touch her again.

The urge to lower my zipper and stroke myself to completion is overwhelming. But I can’t do it. I can’t have her wake up to me jacking off to her sleeping form and make her even more terrified of me than she already is.

I suddenly stand up, ready to leave. One more second in the same room as her and my self-control will snap.

But as I take a step towards the door, it’s to find her awake, watching me with curious eyes.

Our eyes connect, and I stop, my limbs frozen at the emotion I find in the depth of those two beautiful orbs.

For a moment, neither of us talks. And as her gaze dips down to the bulge in my pants, she swallows hard, a blush climbing up her cheeks.

At least she’s not screaming.

‘I’ll go sleep in the other room,’ I assure her, knowing I’m likely not welcome here.

‘Don’t go,’ her voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s enough to make me still.

‘Don’t go, please,’ she repeats, adding more confidence to her tone.

I turn to face her.

She’s on her knees, moving towards the edge of the bed, her gown hiked up her legs. The moonlight hits her at the perfect angle to emphasize the contour of her body through the sheer material, and I feel my mouth go dry.

‘I’m sorry,’ she says quietly, and my eyes widen.

‘You are sorry?’ I ask, incredulous. ‘I am sorry. I scared you with my brutish behavior,’ I tell her, barely fighting the urge to take her in my arms and murmur sweet apologies all night long.

She wets her lips as she peers at me, her features full of uncertainty.

‘Not you, necessarily,’ she adds. ‘The fighting scared me. The fists…’ she trails off, looking away.

‘Noelle,’ my voice breaks, because that one gesture gives away all her pain—all her fucking pain. ‘You don’t have to excuse yourself. You never have to excuse yourself. I should have handled it better. I shouldn’t have let it get to my head and…’

‘No,’ she shakes her head. ‘You defended me, and that’s all that matters,’ she grabs my hand, bringing it over her heart. ‘You’re my hero, Raf. Never think otherwise. You always save me,’ she gives me a tight smile. ‘No one’s done that for me before. No one’s ever cared to.’

‘Sweetheart, you never have to worry about that from now on,’ I tell her in a gentle tone. ‘I’ll vanquish all your fears. Just say the word, and I’ll do it.’

‘How are you real?’ she whispers in reverence, her eyes on me as moisture gathers around the corners. My heart constricts in my chest, her words undeserved.

I’m a fucking bastard. I’m a fucking greedy sonofabitch who doesn’t deserve her regard, yet I’m taking it anyway.

Her skin is warm against the rough pads of my fingers, the feel of it driving me crazy. My breathing becomes harsher, my cock even harder in my pants.

What is it about her? What is it about her presence that has me so enthralled?

Slowly, she drags my hand lower so my entire palm covers her breast, her pebbled nipple poking through the material of her nightgown.

‘I don’t want you to go,’ she says, tugging me closer.

My knees hit the edge of the bed, and before I know what’s happening, her tiny hands are working my belt.

‘Noelle,’ I cover her hands with mine, stopping her briefly. ‘What are you doing?’ I ask gently, not wanting her to do something out of some misguided sense of guilt.

Not when the fault rests entirely with me.

‘I want to please you,’ she peers shyly at me through her lashes. ‘I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. You’re always…’ she swallows, ‘touching me, but you never let me touch you.’

‘I don’t want you to do it because you think you should, Noelle. I told you. We’re going at your pace.’

More than anything, I don’t want to do something that would remind her of her past. In my inexperience, I can see myself blundering. She excites me too much for me to think logically, and with her hand on my dick…

‘I’m ready for the next step,’ she adds, more confidently. ‘Unless you don’t want me to,’ she whispers.

‘I do,’ I groan. ‘Fuck, you have no idea how much I do…’

That’s all the urging she needs to unbuckle my belt and slide my zipper down.

I’m so fucking hard I know I won’t last long. Especially if she thinks to put her lips on me… The mere thought of those pouty lips wrapped around my cock makes me leak, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

She bites her lip in concentration as she fumbles with my pants, hooking her fingers over the band of my boxers and hastily pulling them down.

My dick springs free, slapping against the plane of my stomach. Her eyes go wide when she sees it, and her hands freeze on the band of my pants. She swallows hard, speechless for a moment.

‘Noelle?’ I ask, afraid something’s wrong.

‘Uhm,’ she clears her throat, raising her eyes to meet mine. She blinks in uncertainty as if she doesn’t know what to say.

I bring my hand to her cheek, cupping it gently and swirling my thumb over her soft skin. All in an effort to make her more comfortable.

‘I know how sex works,’ she starts, her voice quivering. Her gaze falls to my dick, her eyes widening ever so slightly as she sees it twitch in her direction. ‘But I don’t know how that is going to work…’ she trails off, blinking rapidly.

‘What do you mean?’ I frown.

‘It’s big,’ she says, pointing at my cock. ‘Is it supposed to be that big?’ she suddenly asks, whipping her head up.

I stifle a laugh, especially as I realize she’s in earnest.

‘You’re very good for a man’s ego, pretty girl,’ I chuckle.

She scrunches up her nose, looking too freaking cute as she intently peruses my dick, as if she’s trying to memorize all the angles.

‘Can I touch it?’ she eventually inquires, peering at me and batting her lashes like a born seductress.

There’s something inherently sexy to her body language and the way she moves, her facial expressions always so mesmerizing it’s no wonder I’m sporting a hard-on day and night.

‘It’s all yours.’

Tentatively, she brings one hand up to take hold of my length, her brows furrowing when she realizes she can’t wrap her fingers around me.

My mouth parts on a silent groan when I feel her warm flesh against mine, but I let her explore at her leisure. She adds a second hand, holding them one on top of the other as she moves them over my shaft.

‘Is this ok?’

‘Anything you do to me is ok,’ I assure her, already biting back a moan.

Maybe she doesn’t know what she’s doing, but her touch alone is enough to drive me crazy. Jesus Christ, but I don’t think I’ve known greater pleasure than having her hands on me.

‘It’s warm and soft,’ she notes, looking pensively for a moment before dipping her head and swiping her tongue over the head.

‘Fuck,’ the sound escapes me, and she immediately looks up in question.

‘It feels too good, pretty girl,’ I praise. ‘Too fucking good.’

A satisfied smile appears on her face and before I know it, she does it again, this time slower and more at leisure, taking the time to move her tongue all over the head and under, licking me slowly yet thoroughly.

‘God,’ I bark, my voice hoarse and out of control.

My eyes flutter closed for a moment, the feel of her wet tongue on my cock the heaven I never dared to dream about. I try to ground myself in the moment, focus on every single touch and sear it in my mind.

‘It doesn’t taste bad,’ she comments right before she opens her mouth to take me inside.

Fuuuuuuck!

If the feel of her tongue was enough to make me see stars, her wet, warm mouth closing around me is more potent than dynamite.

She moves her hands over my shaft at the same time as she swallows me deeper into her mouth and I think I see stars.

No, correction.

I fucking see stars.

‘Fuck,’ I curse out, my hand suddenly in her hair. ‘You’re so fucking amazing, you know that? God,’ I mumble incoherently. ‘You’re going to make me come in your lovely mouth, aren’t you? You’re going to let me blow my load in that sweet mouth of yours and you’re going to swallow every drop of my cum.’

Even with my dick in her mouth, she still manages to nod.

I look down to find those gorgeous eyes of hers on me, her pupils eclipsing her irises, and I know that my naughty girl is enjoying this—she’s aroused by it.

‘Do you like my cock in your mouth, pretty girl?’ I ask, slowly caressing her cheek as she continues to suck me. She lavishes so much attention on the head—noticing it gets the most reaction out of me—that I need to make a conscious effort not to come too quickly.

‘Yes,’ the sound is muffled, but the vibrations from her throat envelop my cock and I can’t help the slight thrust of my hips.

She’s surprised too, but doesn’t complain. She merely opens her mouth wider, waiting for me to do it again.

I start thrusting in her mouth, shallow at first before slowly picking up the peace when I notice she’s ok with it.

‘Eyes on me,’ I order, my voice harsh. Her eyes snap open as she looks up at me, blinking in surprise.

‘That’s it, Noelle. Fuck, you’re so hot with my cock in your mouth, pretty girl. That alone is enough to make me come,’ I rasp as I bring my other hand down her chest, tugging her gown down until one breast pops free.

I wrap my fingers around her nipple, playing with it and eliciting a moan from her. Every sound increases the vibrations around my cock, making it even harder for me not to blow up right here and now.

But if anything, I’m determined. This isn’t just about me. It’s a shared experience, and seeing her enjoy it as much as I do makes it a hundred times hotter.

‘Tell me you love having my cock down your throat,’ I demand suddenly, pinching her nipple.

She pulls back, saliva dripping down her chin as she looks up at me.

‘I love having your cock down my throat,’ she says with so much sincerity, my heart nearly jumps out of my chest. Her cheeks are flushed, and she blushes even more as she says the words.

But then she’s back at work, peppering kisses all over my shaft.

‘Because it’s mine and mine alone,’ she adds with a languid smile on her lips.

‘All yours,’ I agree. ‘Only yours.’

Holding my length with her hands, she raises my cock up so she can have access to the underside. And parting her lips, she lays them right under the head, sucking and licking until my vision blurs.

No matter how much I’d like to delay this, I’m already far too gone.

‘I’m coming,’ I warn, my breathing growing harsher. I expect her to pull away, and I wouldn’t be mad if she decided not to swallow. But my pretty girl surprises me as she wraps her lips around the head, sucking her cheeks in, all the while jerking my shaft off with her hands.

My release is imminent, my cock twitching as cum shoots down her throat and coating her entire mouth.

The orgasm seems to go on forever, and as my entire body starts spasming, the aftershocks are almost as powerful.

‘God,’ I breathe out in wonder.

Opening my eyes, I gaze down just in time to see my cock fall away from her lips, a trail of spit lingering behind.

She looks up at me, and before I know it, she opens her mouth, pushing her tongue out to show me my seed. White against pink, it slowly starts to dribble down her chin.

The sight of her like this is my undoing, and despite having just emptied my balls, I feel myself hardening again.

She swirls her tongue around before swallowing, looking at me expectantly.

‘You’re such a good girl, Noelle,’ I praise, gently caressing her face. ‘But where did you learn that?’ I ask, since there’s no way she would do that without having seen it somewhere.

She purses her lips, embarrassed.

‘I watched a video,’ she whispers. ‘I wanted to please you,’ is all she says as she turns those big eyes of hers to me, looking like the teacher’s pet waiting to be praised for acing her homework.

‘You did. You pleased me immensely,’ I tell her, and her smile widens. ‘You always please me, Noelle,’ I commend her.

My hand on her nape, I lean down as I open my mouth over hers, licking her lips and thrusting my tongue in her mouth to taste myself on her. She meets me stroke for stroke, deepening the kiss until our mouths are almost one.

I only take a break to unbutton my shirt and throw it on the ground, my pants following suit. Then my lips are on hers again. She moans into the kiss, her hands around my neck as she holds on tight.

One hand around her waist, and I quickly maneuver us around so I’m on my back on the bed while she’s on top of me.

My dick is slowly recovering, blood already filling the shaft as my eyes feast on the goddess before me.

‘You liked it?’ She asks shyly, and a smirk pulls at my lips.

‘I fucking loved it,’ I tell her, my hands on her waist as I tug her gown up. She raises her arms to help me, and soon it accompanies my clothes on the floor. Naked as the day she was born, she looks glorious sitting on top of me, her body the epitome of sinuous curves and sinful nights.

My hands on her ass, I bring her forward until her pussy rests on top of my cock.

‘Oh,’ she whimpers, her hands suddenly on my pecs.

‘What do you want?’ I demand. ‘Tell me and it’s yours.’

‘I don’t know,’ she bites her lip, ‘this?’ she asks as she moves up and down my shaft.

Her eyes snap shut, a low moan erupting from her throat.

‘That’s it. Use me,’ I tell her, holding on to her waist as I lean forward to wrap my mouth around a nipple. Sucking it in my mouth, I let her have full control as she positions my cock right between her pussy lips. She’s fucking dripping, her arousal coating my flesh as she moves, slowly at first, before picking up speed.

Her lips part as her breath comes in short spurts, and I know she’s building up towards her orgasm.

I bite down on her nipple, pinching the other with my hand as I feel her muscles tensing all around.

‘I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman, Noelle,’ I rasp, blowing hot air over her breast. ‘You’re so fucking hot, pretty girl. I could come from the sight of you like this alone.’

‘Raf,’ she whimpers, her hands on my cheeks as she brings me towards her for a kiss.

She keeps grinding over my cock, the friction so deliciously addictive, I know I’m never going to be whole again without her.

And to think I’m not even inside of her yet…

‘You make me hot,’ she tells me. ‘You make me so hot,’ she moans, her mouth open as she lets me ravish it with mine. ‘I can’t bear it if you leave me. Promise me you’ll never leave me.’

‘Never,’ I promise just as she increases her speed.

I trail wet kisses all over her face and neck, sucking in on her skin and leaving my mark on her—wishing somehow it would be permanent.

‘I’m yours, pretty girl. All yours.’

‘All mine,’ she repeats, her mouth forming an o as her eyes squeeze shut. ‘I’m yours too,’ she says as her breathing intensifies, her clit right on top of the head of my cock as she rubs herself on me. ‘So entirely yours,’ she gasps, stilling in my arms.

I feel her opening spasm on top of my shaft, more juices flowing out of her channel and drenching my cock in her cum.

She’s absolutely breathtaking as she comes, her arms tightening around me, her tits squished against my chest. Her mouth opens on top of mine, our tongues wildly seeking one another. It’s messy. It’s anything but clean and orderly. We’re both too frantic in our need for one another to care about anything else but being closer.

She grinds herself harder, riding her orgasm and driving me towards my own.

My balls tighten, the pressure too much and before I know it, my cock jerks against her pussy, cum shooting up all over my stomach.

Still, she doesn’t stop. And I don’t stop her.

She continues to move on top of me, our mouths fused to one another.

And in this moment we are one.

I may not be inside of her yet, but I fucking feel her to my very soul. And I know it’s the same for her. Especially as she sucks my tongue in her mouth, biting on my lip before dragging her tongue across my cheek and towards my ear.

‘I love you, Raf,’ she whispers.

I open my mouth to say the words back, but my throat clogs up, stopping them from being released into the world.

Laying her head on my chest, she’s so worn out that she doesn’t realize I haven’t said them back.

And why haven’t I?

I do feel deeply for her.

But why can’t I say the words back?