Cruel Intentions: Chapter 29

The sight of her glistening pussy turns me fucking feral, making me lose every shred of control. It’s dripping—soaked, desperate—like it’s calling out to me to claim it, wreck it, worship it. Mine.

I drag the pad of my finger through her folds, the action slow and deliberate, savoring the feel of her hot, soaked flesh.

“Fuck, Aub,” I rasp, my cock throbbing with an ache so sharp it’s almost unbearable.

She bites down on her bottom lip, a soft moan slipping free, and it’s so fucking sexy that all I can think about is burying myself inside her—right fucking now.

Sliding a finger into her, I feel her tight, wet heat clench around me like it’s never letting go. The sensation nearly wrecks me on the spot “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growl, my voice thick with need as I push another finger inside her, stretching her inch by inch.

She arches her back, her hips rolling into my touch, chasing the friction like she can’t get enough. The sight of her—head thrown back, lips parted, body moving for me—is enough to drive me to the fucking brink.

My thumb grazes her clit, slow and deliberate, drawing teasing circles that make her whole body jerk beneath me.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice rough and raw, dripping with desire. “Take it. Show me how much you fucking want this.” I thrust my fingers deeper, curling just right, and her hips buck wildly against my hand, her body writhing as she chases the pleasure I’m giving her.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I rasp, my voice barely recognizable, thick with lust. “This pussy’s begging for my cock.”

Her moans only get louder, and I swear to God, every sound she makes drives me closer to insanity. I lean in, letting my breath skim over her skin, my lips brushing against the curve of her chest.

“Fuck, Aubrey, you feel so fucking good,” I groan, my voice tight with hunger. “I’m gonna make you come so hard, you’ll scream my fucking name.” I press a soft kiss between her tits. “I’d burn the whole fucking world for this pussy.”

Her voice is soft, breathy, dripping with need as she whispers, “Noah.”

Hearing her say my name like that—so desperate, so full of want—makes me feel unstoppable. She’s right there, teetering on the edge, every part of her begging for release. And I’m not stopping until I take her over it.

“That’s it,” I growl, my voice rough and thick with lust. “Just let go for me, Aubrey. Let me feel it.”

And she does. Fuck, she does.

Her face twists into the most breathtaking expression of raw pleasure and surrender, her body giving in completely, no barriers, no holding back. Every gasp, every filthy moan spilling from her lips is intoxicating as fuck. Her head tilts back, lips parting as wave after wave of her orgasm crashes through her. I swear I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life.

I can’t tear my eyes away, watching her ride it out. Her body trembles beneath my touch, every inch of her unraveling for me.

But I don’t stop.

I keep my fingers moving, sliding back into her, drawing out every last tremor. Watching her fall apart like this—completely fucking lost in the moment—is addictive. She’s perfection, and she’s mine.

When her breathing starts to steady, I pull my fingers free. They’re glistening with her arousal, her pleasure slick on my skin. I bring them to her lips.

“Open. Taste how fucking good you are.”

Her lips part without hesitation, her tongue darting out to swirl around my fingers.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my cock throbbing at the sight.

Watching her eagerly suck her own arousal sends a searing rush of heat straight through my body, every muscle taut with need.

When I pull my fingers free, I don’t give her a moment to recover. I lean in, crash my lips against hers, devouring her in a kiss that’s fierce, hungry, and all-consuming. She tastes like heaven, her scent and warmth pulling me deeper, driving me mad.

I grind my hard cock against her, letting her feel exactly how much I fucking want her.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I growl against her lips, my voice heavy with promise.

I pull back just enough to take her in—sprawled across the hood of my car, every inch of her fucking perfect. Her nipples are hard, her chest rising and falling as she fights to catch her breath, her body practically begging for me.

Her legs are spread wide, her glistening pussy on full display, wet and ready to ruin. The sight alone sends a feral growl rumbling deep in my chest.

I step closer, towering over her, gripping her knees and pushing them even wider. “Fuck, Aubrey,” I rasp, my voice thick with reverence and raw need. “You look like a fucking dream. All spread out and dripping for me. You want this cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice trembling with desperation. Her body arches off the hood, reaching for me, her need as undeniable as my own.

I reach down, undoing the button and zipper on my jeans with rough, impatient movements, shoving them down just enough to free my cock.

It’s rock hard, thick, and ready, and the way her eyes drop to it—her lips parting slightly, her breath hitching—sends a jolt of want, stoking the fire already raging inside.

“You see what you do to me?” I growl, my voice low as I wrap a hand around my length, stroking it slowly, deliberately, letting her watch every movement. “This cock’s been aching for you all fucking day. I need to fuck you. It’s driving me insane.”

I press the tip against her entrance, dragging it slowly through her slick folds, teasing her, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she’s begging for.

Fuck, the way she moans, her body shuddering beneath me, is like a drug I’ll never get enough of.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I say, my voice low and dripping with raw hunger. “This cock’s yours, and you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are.”

Her eyes lock on mine, dark and wild, a daring smirk playing on her lips. “Then stop talking,” she breathes, her voice trembling but bold, “and fuck me already.”

My grip bruising as I grab her hips and slam into her with one hard, brutal thrust.

She cries out, her back arching off the hood as I bury myself deep, the tight heat of her wrapping around me, perfect and maddening.

I don’t wait, don’t hold back. My hips move in a relentless rhythm, my cock pounding into her with raw, unyielding force. The sharp, rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin fills the air, mixing with her moans—louder now, filthier, like she’s coming undone beneath me.

“You like this, don’t you?” I rasp, my voice rough, dark, and full of hunger as my hands slide down to grip her thighs, spreading her wider. I thrust harder, deeper, claiming her with every movement. “You like being fucked out here, where anyone could see, like the dirty fucking girl you are.”

Her nails dig into my arms, sharp and relentless, her cries raw and desperate, spurring me on. “You’re fucking mine, Aubrey,” I rasp, my voice thick and possessive as I drive into her, her slickness coating every inch of my cock. “Say it. Tell me who owns this pussy.”

“You,” she gasps, her voice cracking as I thrust harder, deeper, her body shaking beneath me. “You, Noah. Fuck, it’s yours. All yours.”

Her words ignite a deep, feral hunger I can’t contain. I give her everything—every ounce of raw, unrelenting intensity, claiming her completely. Her pussy tightens, gripping like it never wants to let go, pulling me deeper with every thrust.

Her desperate cries push me further, wrecking what little control I have. My hands clamp down on her thighs, giving me the perfect view of her pussy swallowing every inch of my cock. The sight of her—wet, tight, and taking me so perfectly—combined with the way she clenches around me, sends a deep, guttural growl tearing from my chest.

“You feel that?” I rasp, my voice raw, unhinged, teetering on the brink of control. “Feel how fucking perfect you are for me?”

She nods frantically, her nails scraping against the hood of the car as I slam into her again, harder, rougher, my body demanding everything she has to give.

Her back arches beautifully, her breasts rising like an offering, and I can’t fucking resist. I lean down, capturing one in my mouth, my tongue flicking over her hardened nipple. Her sharp gasp melts into a moan—raw and desperate, fueling the inferno inside.

“Fuck, Noah,” she cries, her hands tangling in my hair, tugging as I nip and suck at her skin, leaving marks that scream she’s mine.

Mine to take. Mine to ruin. And I want the whole fucking world to know it.

My hips don’t falter, driving into her with raw, relentless intensity.

Her body begins to quake beneath me, her cries shifting into wrecked, desperate moans. “I’m gonna come,” she gasps, her voice trembling, her grip on me tightening.

“Good,” I growl, pulling back just enough to watch her break. My thumb finds her clit, pressing quick, filthy circles that have her entire body jerking under me. “Come for me, Aubrey. Let me feel this pussy squeeze my cock.”

She screams as her orgasm crashes over her, a breathtaking, chaotic masterpiece. Her body writhes, her head thrown back, her cries echoing around us as I keep moving, thrusting through her climax, drawing out every delicious second of her pleasure.

I drive into her with reckless abandon. Each thrust is harder, faster, the tension in my body coiling tighter, pushing me closer to the edge.

My grip on her hips tightens, my hold possessive, grounding her as I pound into her, relentless and wild. My breaths are jagged, my jaw clenched against the ferocious need clawing its way free. “You feel that?” I snarl, my voice dark and frayed. “Feel how fucking close I am. This pussy’s got me losing my goddamn mind.”

Her gasping cries are a melody I can’t escape, her voice trembling as she whispers my name like a prayer. But I’m too far gone to hear, my pulse roaring, my cock pulsing, the heat coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snaps, dragging me under with it.

My body locks up as my release hits like a lightning bolt. It’s blinding, consuming, my cock jerking violently as I spill into her, thick and hot. My head falls back, a guttural growl tearing from my throat as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me, leaving me trembling, raw, and utterly wrecked.

I keep moving, shallow and desperate thrusts, wringing out every last ounce of pleasure, refusing to let it fade, emptying everything I have into her.

Panting, I collapse against her, my chest pressed to hers, both of us fighting to catch our breath.

I stay buried inside her, twitching faintly, and fuck I’d love to stay here forever, lost in the way her body clings to mine, warm and perfect.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I murmur, my voice hoarse and heavy with satisfaction.

I press a lazy kiss to her jaw. The aftershocks ripple down my spine, every nerve alight, still humming from how incredible she feels.

As the intensity slowly ebbs, I pull back just enough to meet her gaze.

Her eyes are soft, full of something so deep and consuming it makes my chest tighten. I brush her hair back from her face, my fingers lingering against her cheek, memorizing every detail, every curve, every breathtaking inch of her. Then I lean down, capturing her lips in a kiss—slow, deep, and raw, pouring every unspoken feeling into this moment.

‘I love you,” I say, my voice rough and stripped bare. “Fuck, Aubrey, I love you so much it scares the shit out of me.”

Her eyes shine as she looks up at me, her lips trembling with emotion. “I love you too, Noah,” she whispers, her voice soft but unwavering. “I always have.”

I straighten up slowly, withdrawing from her with deliberate care. My cock slides free, and I watch the way her body trembles beneath me, my cum slipping out of her, dripping onto the hood of the car.

The sight makes a wicked smirk tug at my lips. She’s utterly wrecked, trembling, and undeniably mine.

The weeks roll by, and for the first time in what feels like forever, life isn’t trying to knock me on my ass. Aubrey and I? We’re solid—fuck, we’re better than solid. We’ve found this rhythm, this unspoken thing that just clicks.

She’s happy, working at the diner, coming home with that soft smile and a pocket full of tips.

And me? I’m not drowning in the bullshit anymore. Not constantly clawing my way out of the wreckage of my past. Well, mostly. Some shit’s harder to shake than others, but with Aubrey, it doesn’t feel so heavy.

The stuff with my mom still lingers, like a splinter I can’t dig out. She keeps pushing, asking me to get to know Cole and Lilla, but I can’t. Not yet. Just thinking about it makes me want to hit something, anything, just to let it out.

Dad told me to take my time, to face it when I’m ready, and for once, I’m actually listening. Maybe someday I’ll figure out how to deal with it—how to untangle the shit in my head—but not now. Not yet.

Aubrey’s been the one keeping me steady. She’s glowing these days, smiling more, like she can finally breathe easier, finally relaxing. She knows she has a safe place to fall now, and that’s all I want for her.

We spend as much time as we can at the lake. The place is our spot now. Sometimes she sketches while I sit back and watch her. Other times, we’re tangled up in each other, fucking under the open sky.

A few weeks back, I took her out of town for her volleyball competition. She rode on the back of my bike, her arms wrapped tight around me, her body pressed so close I could feel every curve. It was fucking perfect—the wind whipping past, her laughter in my ears, her warmth against my back.

At the game, I was the loudest guy in the stands, shouting her name every time she scored. She’d roll her eyes at me, but I caught the smile she tried to hide. That was my girl, kicking ass on the court, and I was so damn proud of her.

Then everything fucking changes.

It’s a normal night. Aubrey’s curled up next to me on the couch, the glow of the TV painting the room in soft, flickering light. It’s easy. It’s right. And then her phone pings.

She picks it up, and the second her face shifts, I know something’s wrong.

She stiffens, her eyes glued to the screen like it’s a countdown to a bomb. Her breathing changes—shallow, uneven—and the room feels too quiet, like the calm before a storm.

“What is it?” I ask, my voice rough, my chest tightening with this sinking feeling I can’t shake. Like the ground’s about to fall out from under us.

Her fingers tighten around the phone, her breath hitching. It’s a long moment before she finally whispers, “It’s my mom.”

And just like that, the world shifts.

Fuck.

The room feels like it’s closing in, the air too thick, too heavy to breathe. My stomach twists, my chest locks up so tight it hurts. Every alarm in my head is blaring, a screaming red light I can’t ignore. Whatever this is, it’s bad. Worse than bad. I can feel it in my bones.

It’s going to fuck her up. It’s going to fuck us up. I know it.

The urge to rip that phone out of her hand is overwhelming. Toss it into the yard. Smash it to pieces. Do anything to make this moment go away. I want to tell her to forget it—pretend it doesn’t exist, pretend we’re untouchable. But I can’t.

Because I’ve been here before. I know this feeling—the weight in my chest, the pit in my stomach that’s already swallowing me whole. I know exactly how this ends.

It’s that slow, brutal unraveling. The kind that sneaks up on you and rips everything apart piece by piece. And fuck, I can’t survive it again. Not this time.

Not when the time comes for her to leave.