Unhinged (Necessary Evils #1)(74)

“You know, when you said you would chain me to the bed if I ever tried to leave, I thought it was just possessive posturing,” Noah said around a laugh, tugging at the metal links attached to the leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, tethering him face down to the four corners of Adam’s bed.

His laugh quickly became a moan as Adam’s lips trailed from his hairline along his spine. He hissed as Adam’s teeth sank into the fleshiest part of his ass, wondering if there would be teeth marks later. The thought made his dick throb, and he rubbed against the bedding below. He loved when there was evidence.

“Possessive?” Adam murmured. “That doesn’t sound like me at all.”

Before Noah could call him on his obvious lie, Adam’s tongue teased along his balls, sucking at them before spreading him open to lave across his hole. Fuck, that felt so good.

Noah’s breath hitched. “You know, I still have to leave, right? Your father is paying a fortune for me to go to this top secret ninja training place for wannabe mercenaries. I can’t say no. It’s part of his plan.”

Thomas hadn’t been lying about ensuring Noah received proper training. Over the last six months, he’d worked with personal trainers, a martial arts instructor, had clocked numerous hours at a shooting range, and had even completed a pseudo SWAT training course with a bunch of overly muscled meathead types, who just wanted to feel like ‘real’ cops.

“You’ll make your plane,” Adam promised, moving up to blanket himself over Noah, his hard cock snug against his entrance. “But you’ll do it with my cum still inside you.”

Adam’s words had Noah working himself against the mattress, whining in frustration when he got no relief. “Adam…”

His name was a plea, but it fell on deaf ears. Noah was well aware that Adam hated whenever he left, whether it was for five hours or five days. Adam was wild whenever they were apart. His brothers found it amusing. Noah pretended to find it annoying but, deep down…he fucking loved it.

This was always his punishment. This frustratingly slow one-sided fuck that would go on until Adam decided it was over and that Noah had earned his orgasm.

“I love you like this,” Adam said. “Naked. Helpless. Completely at my mercy.”

A warm rush washed over Noah. Adam used the word love a lot. So much that Noah was starting to believe it was true. Still, they didn’t talk about it, poke at it, or examine it too closely. There was no reason to. Their relationship worked. It just did.

“You can’t just tie me to the bed every time I do something you don’t like,” Noah chided, breath leaving in a rush as Adam sank into him in one thrust.

“Oh, we both know that’s not true,” Adam crooned against Noah’s ear. “I can do whatever I want to you in here. Remember? That was your rule.”

Noah’s toes curled, every nerve ending sparking with pleasure as Adam lazily used him, fucking into him by rolling his hips, barely moving but somehow so deep inside.

Noah turned his head to the side, another breathy moan escaping before he said, “Okay, true. But I didn’t mean you could drag me into a bedroom every time I did something you didn’t like.”

Adam bit down on the shell of his ear, hands sliding under Noah’s chest to curl over his shoulders, holding him in place so he could go even deeper. “Then you should have been more specific. Too late to stop now.”

Noah didn’t want him to stop. In fact, he rather liked Adam’s cave man problem solving skills, even if his solution was usually to drag Noah into the nearest empty space and fuck him senseless.

There was just something about being—how did Adam put it?—completely at his mercy. To know that hands that killed without an ounce of regret were the ones now holding him in a vise grip so he could fuck him harder. That a body crafted to make his kills more efficient was contracting over him, driving deep into him, wanting to leave as many marks as he could to show the world Noah was his.

The duality of their lives would never stop being strange to Noah. One minute, they were at a black-tie dinner, where people still whispered about the fire and the scandal that had erupted soon after. The next, Adam was packing his kill kit while Noah walked him through his target’s dossier. Adam was right. Nothing ever blew back on them. Calliope kept on top of the case, listening to police chatter. The cops were still clueless as to who had murdered twenty pedophiles, but it was clear they thought the trash had taken itself out.

Being a Mulvaney made Adam Teflon. And Noah belonged to Adam. That knowledge was a heady thing. Being untouchable. It made Noah reckless. Fuck. It made him dangerous. Far more dangerous than Thomas’s mercenary training ever would. Because Adam would do anything to protect Noah. Anything. He was like a vicious junkyard dog, and Noah held his leash.

Except in the bedroom. Never in there. In bed, Noah got to let it all go, let Adam make the decisions, let him do whatever he wanted. And, right then, he clearly just wanted to use Noah for his own pleasure. And he did. He rolled his hips, his movements getting faster, harder. His breathing harsh and panting against Noah’s ears as he muttered, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Noah closed his eyes, enjoying the friction of the sheets against his dick and the fullness of Adam inside him, knowing he’d get his as soon as Adam finished. A few more thrusts and Adam’s forehead dropped to Noah’s shoulder, body twitching as he came with a harsh sound.