Devotion(13)

I pause in the doorway when I see a man cleaning the room. I wipe the tears from my eyes. I know I should probably go back to my room, but I walk into the dance studio.

“Do you mind?” I point to the stereo, and he shakes his head. I need to dance. I have to. It’s the only thing that can push away the things I’m feeling. I need to get lost for a few moments and let go.

I shouldn’t be upset. Noah isn’t mine. Maybe the things he’s been doing with me were fatherly and I didn’t know any better. I never had a father in my life. I guess I took things to be more than they were, or maybe I wanted it so bad I pretended to see more than there really was. Once again I was being a naïve little girl.

I walk over to the stereo and flip it on, not caring if the cleaner is watching me. I’m used to it. Heck, I’m used to dancing in front of thousands of people nightly. I brush away a few of the tears still lingering on my cheeks and start to move.

The word “toy” flutters through my mind over and over as I let my body move to the music. Was she his wife? Is this why this place exists? Does he sweep away all his “toys” to this island? Is that what I am? A thing to play with?

Yes, my mind says. People are always using you for what they want. What they can get from you. I move faster, trying to dispel my dark thoughts, but they keep rushing at me. For once in my life, I can’t make them disappear.

“Get. The. Fuck Out,” I hear bellowed through the room, and I freeze.

I turn to see Noah standing in the doorway to the dance studio, and my heart drops. He wants me to leave. Maybe the woman won the battle. He’s sending me back.

“Okay,” I whisper, walking over to the stereo and turning it off.

“I thought I made it clear to all male staff they weren’t allowed around here. I want everyone off the island. Now.”

I turn to look at him, confused by his words, and I see he’s talking to the man who was cleaning the studio. The man nods and practically runs from the room.

Noah turns his eyes on me, running his hands through his hair as if trying to get himself under control.

I stand there, unsure what to do. I can’t be mad at him, can I? I have to stay here for a whole year. Even if he can’t be mine and belongs to someone else, I’d rather be here than back home with my mom. At least maybe here I could avoid him. Though I’m not so sure he is avoidable.

“Little star,” he growls, clearing some of the distance between us. “You cannot allow men to see you like this.” He raises his hand and trails his finger over the fabric of my nightgown, brushing the side of my breast softly.

I look down, realizing I hadn’t given a though to what I was wearing.

“You see me like this.” I raise my chin in defiance. Why does he care if men see me? He has a wife. I think.

“Yes, I see you like this,” he agrees. I step away from him.

“Don’t you have work or something to be doing? How about you do that and I’ll dance for whoever I want.”

A smirk pulls at his lips, but I can still see anger in his eyes.

“Look at you. Not even forty-eight hours here and you’re already blossoming. The parts of you that you try to hide are coming out. Let’s see what else I can get to come out,” he says, before he grabs me and pulls me into him.





Chapter Ten





Noah





Her body molds against mine as I hold her to me.

“You don’t know it, little star, but you’re a tease.” I rub my cock between her barely covered legs and feel her press harder against my thick shaft. “What would you do if I took you down on the floor and licked your little pussy?”

Her intake of breath lets me know I’ve shocked her, but her eyes show no signs of fear. There, the only thing I see is desire. Blatant need for attention, affection, and release.

“Have you ever been kissed there?” I ask, leaning down, just a breath from her lips. “Have you ever had a man’s mouth on your pretty cunt?”

“N-no.” She looks down at my lips and then back to me. “I’ve never been kissed. Anywhere.”

“I know. All men know when they take one look at you. That’s why they all want to get a peek. That man that was in here before was as hard as I am for it. He could see how tight you were, imagining what it would feel like to slide his dick in and out of your pussy.” I run my hands down her back and squeeze her ass, pressing her harder into my cock. “You wave it around like a red flag. And you’re just waiting for a bull to come and take it. Aren’t you?”

She bites her lip and nods.

“I bet you walked in here without any panties on, begging for someone to look at you. Dancing around and making your nightgown rise up, showing just a hint of what’s between your legs.” I lean down and run my tongue over her bottom lip. “Did you want it to be me? Did you want to bend over and spread your legs, praying I’d catch a glimpse by accident? That I would take one look at your little virgin cunt and I wouldn’t be able to control myself?”