Chapter 218

Cracking one eye open, I saw Noah's face set in hard determination as he slowly moved the toy closer and closer to my clitoris. Just as he was about to touch me, his eyes snapped up to mine, his expression hardening.

“I told you to shut your eyes.”

Pressing my lips together, I obeyed, closing my eyes again. This time, he pressed the toy against my clitoris. A pathetic whimper escaped as he held it there, the vibrations intensifying my arousal.

“I want you to picture something,” he said, his voice low and husky as he moved the dildo’s head further down, following the natural curve of my lips. “Picture whoever you want the most; anyone. And imagine that this…”

He paused. In that moment, he slowly began to push the toy inside me. Another tiny whimper slipped out, and I bit my lip to stifle it. “…Imagine that this toy is him,” he finished.

As Noah slowly pushed the toy further inside, the vibrations jolting through me, I squeezed my eyes shut and did as he asked. I imagined a tall, muscular figure moving above me with each thrust of the toy, a warm, hard penis replacing the purple silicone… And I imagined him. Noah. Green eyes, tousled hair, a chiseled jaw.

I imagined him thrusting into me, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me into his lap. With another whimper, my back arched from the bed as I pictured myself grinding against him, our heads thrown back in ecstasy. God, how I wanted him. Each thrust of the toy pushed me closer to the edge, but I no longer wanted the toy. I wanted him. I hated him, every fiber of his being, yet I wanted him. No, I needed him.

Suddenly, his voice snapped me from my reverie. “Tell me who you’re thinking about,” he whispered in my ear.

I shuddered. At some point during my fantasy, he had moved closer, caging me against the bed with his large body; one hand gripping the headboard, the other continuing to thrust the toy inside me. I hadn’t even noticed.

Now, I felt the warmth of his hard erection pressing against my leg, even through the soft flannel of his pajama pants. I could almost taste the heat radiating from him, my tongue instinctively flicking out slightly, hoping to touch his skin.

“Tell me,” he repeated.

“I’m thinking about…”

His name was on the tip of my tongue. I was near the edge, and all the while, I pictured him. No one else; just him. If I told him now, he might take me right then and there, and oh, how I craved that feeling.

But then his name died in my throat—because I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t tell him the truth, because the truth would ruin everything. Because he might very well decide to take me right then and there, and that would only complicate things further.

No. I still wanted—no, needed—this divorce, and therefore I couldn’t tell him.

“Say it,” he whispered in my ear, his breath grazing my skin.

I gritted my teeth and pulled my head back, my eyes snapping open to meet the bare skin of his shoulder.

“Drake.”

Time froze. Noah’s hand stilled, his ragged breathing ceasing. All that remained between us was the wild pounding of my heart and the vibrating toy still inside me.

Then, movement returned. Noah pulled back, revealing a darkened face, his eyes burning with fury. Without a word, he ripped the toy out with a wet smack, threw it onto the bed, and climbed to his feet. He left me there, lying in the middle of the bed, my nightgown pushed up, the toy vibrating beside me.

Chapter 219