Noelle I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the huge mark on the side of my neck. It was the same spot where Malcolm had bitten and sucked.Letting out a long and tired sigh, I made my way out of my room, to go watch some TV downstairs.Malcolm had long left the house and I was the only one in.I was about to take my seat when the doorbell rang. My brows furrowed in surprise, knowing fully well that it was not Mal.One reason was that he wouldn't be back so early and two, he would just barge into the house, he never used the doorbell.So, I guessed that it was Bertha, the cook that Malcolm had assigned to me. But I had strictly told her earlier that I was not going to have breakfast.“Coming.” I dropped my bag of chips on a nearby table, before heading towards the door.“Bertha I told you–” My voice trailed off, the moment I saw the person standing by the door.It was not Bertha, but Millie. Malcolm's sister.“Millie–” I stammered in a flabbergasted tone. I certainly wasn't exp
Malcolm I had a tired look on my face as I walked into my house. The day had been very hectic for me, and it was about finding Emery as usual.Everything felt blank, my wolf Mav, no longer felt the connection or spark. It felt like something bad had happened to her and I chose not to believe that, and have hope that she was alive somewhere.I just needed to find her and find out why she left the wedding.“Millie?” My brows furrowed at the sight of my sister setting the table. What was she doing in my house?“Malcolm you're back.” Her face widened with a smile as she stretched out her hands to hug me.“Why are you here?” I asked instead, pushing her away slightly.“I came to see my brother. Why?” She smiled and she resumed setting the table.“I'm married. Newly wedded. You can't just come in here because you want to see me.” I frowned and Millie paused.“Are you asking me out of your house?” She pouted.“No, no.” I shook my head, waving her off. “I'm not saying that,” I said. Millie
Malcolm The next morning, I was already dressed to set out and resume my search for Emery.I was passing through Noelle's room door when I heard soft sobs. Crying sounds to be specific.My brows squeezed in confusion. I took a step towards the door, placing my hand on the doorknob, luckily for me, it was opened, she probably forgot to lock the door this time.I pushed the door open and stopped in my tracks the moment my eyes met her. She was sitting on the bed, her back resting against the headboard as she buried her head in her knees, crying hard.“Noelle!” I called in a sharp tone and she yelped in shock.“Malcolm,” she stammered, looking utterly surprised to see me as she began to dry the tears from her eyes. Her eyes were puffy, her face red. A clear evidence that she had been crying.“What are you doing in my room?? You don't just barge in!!” She yelled, climbing off the bed in a hurry.“Leave now!” She insisted, pointing at the door angrily.“Why were you crying?” I asked in a
Noelle Since the first day I met Malcolm, this was the first time I saw him so angry and pissed. Like he'd been angry since the day I married him and took Emery’s place. But it was worse this time. He even asked Millie out of his house. Oh yeah! I was glad he did that and he beat the hell out of those guards for touching me. I had no idea why he reacted that way, but I was glad he did. We just stepped out of the salon and I already had my hair worked on. Luckily for me, a color corrector and a toner were used to remove the black pigment and my red hair was back. I had it changed back to red and straightened. Then finally, a smile was seen on my lips. I was so down when those men dragged me to the salon, they held me down while the dye was being applied on my hair and after screaming all to no avail, I just went quiet. I guessed that was the price I had to pay for playing Martyr. “Thank You,” I mumbled after Malcolm and I got into the car. “For what?” He asked, his
Noelle“Mal,” I gasped in shock as Malcolm pushed Nicholas to a nearby wall.“Who the fuck are you man?” Nicholas grunted attempting to push Malcolm off.But Malcolm was way taller, bulkier, had more muscles, and definitely stronger than the fucker Nicholas.Did he just say he liked them tough? My eyes flared up, realization hitting me hard that I was not his first victim.A lot of women must have suffered at his hands, it was quite apparent that he was the kind that assaulted women sexually.My shopping bags fell from his hands as Malcolm began to rain blows on him.“What the fuck ma–” Nicholas never got to finish his statement as another blow landed on him.I did not attempt to stop Malcolm because Nicholas deserved it. After getting a good beating, he was going to get locked up in a cell where he rightfully belonged. Monsters like him belonged there.“Bastard!!” A murderous glint was written in Malcolm's eyes, his blows never-ending.I gradually became alert at the sight of blood.
Noelle I found myself looking out the window from time to time, expecting one person, Malcolm.After the little banter that happened at the mall, I've not seen him.I mean, I came home immediately but Malcolm did not. It was already past 10 pm and he was still not yet home.Millie already packed her bags and left and I was more than happy when I came home to see that she left.My brow furrowed as I stood up from the couch and walked to the door.I contemplated whether to call him but I decided against that. I would just wait for him, I was not feeling sleepy after all.‘Lia?’ I mind-linked my wolf. It had been long since we had a conversation, not since the whole wedding incident.‘Finally, you called.’‘Do you think I'm pathetic?’ I sighed as I asked that question.‘of course not. You're the best.’‘I doubt. I married my brother and denied you your right to have a mate. I'm the worst, right?’‘No. Mykel cheated on us. And I've been recovering. I found a new attraction.’‘Who?’ My br
Noelle “Mal—“ My voice trailed off, as Malcolm's metallic gray eyes stared intently at me.“You’re awake.” I managed to say, in between unsteady breaths. He was awake, his strong hand wrapped around my waist, and I was on top of his strong and chiseled chest.“I should probably get you something to help you sober up.” I offered and just when I wanted to wriggle out of his hold, he held me back down. Tighter. I gasped his shock, feeling my breasts and already taut nipples against his naked chest.“I don’t need anything to drink.” He said, softly, sending butterflies to my stomach.“Then what do you want? I’ll get it for you.” I offered with a sheepish smile on my face.I had to get out of his presence immediately because I might just do something stupid, maybe kiss him and then pay for my actions the next day.Malcolm was so handsome and hot and the closeness between the two of us was messing me up.Holy shit. I wanted more than to just be close to him. I was a woman. A living thing
Noelle My head was in a total mess, my whole being messed up and I was not thinking straight, I knew whatever I was doing, I was going to regret it afterward. But still, I gave in.I gave in to my demands.I let that burning desire within me win.I fucking gave in and spread my legs for Malcolm.“Wider.” He growled, his voice low and deep. And I spread. Wider.He hissed under his breath, his hands on each of my knees, keeping in check.Then he made himself comfortable in between my legs.I was supposed to cower away and hide my naked body from Malcolm. But no. I stayed still. Anticipating whatever he was planning to do And then, he leaned on my pussy, latching his mouth on it as he gave my clit a slow and sensual lick.Holy. Shit. I was fucking losing it. It felt so sinful and right at the same time. Fuck.My breath hitched in my throat as Malcolm's sinful tongue licked me yet again.Fuck. It felt so good and I felt zaps of pleasure go through my body.No man has ever given me ‘Head