Trapped by His Touch

Torrential rain poured down, blanketing the night like spilled ink. A flash of lightning ripped through the sky, lighting up a pale face in the rainy darkness. Ava Brooks stood under an umbrella, staring nervously into the distance. Noah had promised her he’d come home tonight. It was already ten o’clock, and there was still no sign of him. Had he changed his mind again? Ava’s grip tightened on the umbrella, a flicker of panic crossing her pitch-black eyes. Suddenly, a light flared in the distance—a luxury car, blending into the night, sliced through the darkness toward her. Noah. It was Noah’s car. Ava’s face lit up, and she rushed forward. With a screech, the car braked hard, water splashing everywhere, soaking half of Ava’s clothes. She didn’t care, grinning as she said, “Noah, you—” “You i***t, your clothes are soaked—don’t you know how to dodge?” Her words were cut off as a man stormed out of the car, furious. His features were chiseled, a wicked edge lurking between his brows. Right then, his emerald eyes locked onto Ava’s wet clothes, clinging tight to her body, a dangerous glint flashing in their depths. “I…” Ava faltered under his sudden rage. This man was Noah Campbell—her husband, and the one who controlled her fate. Seeing Ava shiver with nerves, Noah swallowed his anger and snapped, “What are you standing there for? Making a fool of yourself?” With that, he marched inside. “Oh.” Ava stammered, flustered. “I… I’ll hold the umbrella for you.” “Don’t need it. Just handle yourself,” Noah sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He hung up his drenched suit jacket, yanked off his tie, undid the top two buttons of his shirt to reveal a broad, solid chest, then shot Ava an impatient look. “Spit it out—why’d you call me back?” “You… you haven’t been home in two weeks,” Ava said softly. “We’re married. You should come back sometimes.” Noah’s gaze locked on her, a strange hope stirring in his chest. He smirked. “What’s this, woman? Don’t tell me you miss me. Fallen for me? You’re not that dumb, are you?” “No, it’s not that,” Ava said, waving her hands quickly. Her marriage to Noah was a deal from the start. Love was too precious—she didn’t even dare think about it. She shot that down fast! Noah’s face darkened. “Then why the f**k did you drag me here?” His tone turned cold. Ava clutched her clothes nervously, stuttering, “I… I…” “If there’s nothing, I’m out,” Noah said, irritation flashing in his eyes. “I’m not wasting my wild nightlife on you. Go change and sleep.” This woman was already weak, and with her clothes soaked like that, she still hadn’t moved. Fucking stupid. Noah turned to leave without a second thought. But as he reached the door, a shaky voice called out. “Noah… wait.” “What now?” Noah spun around, annoyed. Then his pupils shrank, a hot spark igniting in his eyes. Ava had stripped off her coat, baring her curvy, naked body right in front of him! Her figure was insanely hot—those massive t**s, those straight legs—enough to make any man lose his mind. Noah’s breath turned heavy and hot. Feeling his lustful stare, Ava licked her lips like a tease. She wasn’t great at seducing men, but with her sexy face and killer body, a little move was all it took to drive them crazy. “You know what you’re doing?” Noah growled, barely holding back the fire raging inside, his voice low and rough. Ava’s voice trembled. “I know. I… we’re married. It’s been a year. We should fuck.” Noah nodded, his eyes burning hotter. He stepped up, threw Ava over his shoulder, and headed straight for the bedroom, his big, strong hands groping her ass restlessly. His hands were wide and hot, radiating heat that lit Ava up. She clamped her thighs together, already dripping wet between them. Slung over his shoulder, Ava sensed the wild s**t about to go down and let out a long, relieved breath. Good. Noah wasn’t completely uninterested in her. Good thing she was sexy as hell. This way, she could pull off what her mother-in-law wanted, and her brother’s medical bills would be safe. *Thud.* Ava was dumped onto the bed. Then a ripped, muscular body pinned her down. The thick stench of male hormones swallowed her whole. Noah loved the gym—his body was damn near perfect, especially that chest, those marble-cut muscles that made women drool. He leaned into her ear, voice raspy and breath scorching. “Ava, you brought this on yourself. I don’t say no to p***y that shows up at my door.” With that, his big, skilled hands dove between her legs, playing her like a pro. He knew every spot on a woman’s body—those battle-hardened hands had her weak in seconds, breathing hard, n*****s stiffening on their own. Ava let out a sexy moan, bit her lip, and shut her eyes, ready for the storm about to hit. Noah dipped down, biting her earlobe, then kissing down her neck. His stubbled jaw carried a faint, hot tobacco scent, oozing raw masculinity. As his kisses trailed lower, Ava’s body tightened, her legs wrapping around his hard, perky ass instinctively. Noah’s ass was so ripped—he’d be a beast in bed… Ava couldn’t help thinking, her hands gripping the sheets tight. What was coming next would feel good—Noah was built, gorgeous, and few women could say no to him. But why… Why did her heart keep hurting? The guy who swore they’d be together forever had a fiancée now. And she had her own husband. Those old promises were long dead. Ava sucked in a deep breath. That love was hers alone to obsess over. It was time to drop it. But somehow, a wave of sadness hit her. Her eyes burned, tears leaking out. Noah ripped off the rest of her clothes, saw how soaked she was, and slammed his hot, hard c**k into her with no warning. The intense fullness made Ava scream loud. Noah’s size was f*****g perfect. She drowned in the raw pleasure of it. Their bodies rocked hard, the rhythm brutal. Ava felt like she was climbing to paradise, every bit of her flesh, every pore, screaming with joy. Noah was a goddamn master at f*****g. But in the middle of this insane high, another handsome face popped into her head. “Ethan, f**k me—f**k me to death!” At the peak of it all, Ava yelled it out. Suddenly, Noah stopped pounding her. His blazing c**k pulled out with a wet pop. The male heat faded, the weight on her gone. Ava’s eyes flew open. Noah was staring at her, face ice-cold, eyes blazing with rage that could burn down the world. “You’re screaming someone else’s name while I’m f*****g you?” “I…” Ava panicked, knowing she’d f****d up. “I just… I just…” “Just what? You’re my wife, and you’re thinking of another guy? You’re worse than a f*****g w***e!” His voice was pure venom. “Don’t forget—your precious Ethan’s got a fiancée. They’re tying the knot soon!” “I know!” Ava shook. “What I had with him is done. I didn’t mean to do anything!” “Right. You didn’t mean to do anything—just wear my ring while dreaming about him every damn day, screaming his name while I’m balls deep in you,” Noah spat, teeth clenched. “You were so into it—I thought you actually wanted me. What the f**k am I to you?” Ava stared at him, scared shitless. Noah smashed his fist into the bed. “Ava, I’m f*****g insane for even touching trash like you! Me, Noah—I can f**k any woman I want. Why waste my time on a slut like you?” His words were brutal, and Ava’s face went white. Her lips shook, but nothing came out. Seeing her like a scared little bunny pissed Noah off more. He turned away. “f**k this. I’ve got s**t to do—” “Noah!” Ava lunged, grabbing him from behind. “Can you stay tonight?” Her hands were cold but burned against him. Noah peeled her fingers off one by one, then gave her a freezing look. “Sorry, I’ve got a date tonight.” “Then… can you bring her here?” Ava begged, panic rising. Noah’s eyes narrowed. “What the f**k are you up to, woman?” Ava shrank back, then whispered, “Your mom heard you haven’t been home in two weeks and you’re out screwing around. She… she told me to keep you here, make sure we have a kid. If I don’t… she’ll cut my brother’s medical bills.” She spilled it all, head down, not daring to look at him. After a long pause, a low laugh broke the silence. “So that’s it. Haha, of course. Yeah—why else would you bust your ass to seduce me if not for your brother?” His words stung with mockery. Ava bit her lip. “So… will you…” “Fine,” Noah said, sharp and final. “Your wish is granted. I’ll come home. But you know I’m not ditching my girls…” “That’s fine. Bring them here. Just don’t let your mom catch on,” Ava said fast. She and Noah had no love to start with. As long as her brother’s bills were safe, she didn’t give a s**t what Noah did. “Such a big-hearted wife,” Noah said, his face colder. He grabbed his phone and dialed. “Half an hour. 67 Bright Road.” “Happy now?” he asked Ava, smirking without warmth. “Thank you,” Ava said, full of relief. “Thank me?” Noah stepped up, grabbed her chin hard. “Hope you don’t regret that thank-you.” Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Ava ran to open it. There stood a woman caked in makeup, oozing charm. Ava knew her instantly. “You… aren’t you Sophie Reynolds, the pop queen?” Ava’s eyes went wide. Sophie gave Ava a cool once-over, then said smugly, “You’re the help? Where’s Noah?” The help… Ava’s face flashed with shame, but she didn’t argue. She and Noah had agreed from day one—no one outside knew they were married. The diva had to be Noah’s date—she wouldn’t want Sophie knowing she was his wife. “Miss Reynolds, come in,” Ava said, pulling herself together and stepping aside. Sophie strutted in, her eyes turning soft and needy the second she saw Noah on the couch. “Noah, why’d you call me over out of nowhere? I didn’t even have time to fix myself up,” Sophie purred, collapsing into his arms. Noah hooked an arm around her shoulders, playfully tilting her chin up. “What, don’t like me calling you?” “No way,” Sophie pouted. “Just scared you won’t like me without makeup.” *No makeup?* Ava quietly clocked Sophie’s heavy layers of paint, then looked away. “I’d like you any way,” Noah said with a sly grin, then scooped Sophie up. “Oh, the help’s still here!” Sophie giggled, shooting Ava a fake-shy glance. “Help?” Noah smirked at Ava, then carried Sophie right past her on purpose. Ava kept her head down, saying nothing. Her blank reaction pissed Noah off for some reason. He laughed coldly and said, “Me and Miss Reynolds have some serious business. Stand by the bedroom door—don’t move a f*****g inch.” “Huh?” Ava blinked, lost. “You hear me?” Noah’s eyes sharpened. “Yeah,” Ava said quick. Sophie gave Ava a smug look—plain as hell, no match for her. Satisfied Ava wasn’t a threat, she rubbed against Noah’s chest. “Noah, I’ve heard you’re a beast…” “Want it that bad already?” Noah chuckled, hauling her into the bedroom. The door slammed shut. Ava sighed, taking her spot outside. No matter how f****d up Noah got, as long as he came home and her brother’s bills were covered, she didn’t care. Inside, Noah’s grin vanished. He tossed Sophie onto the bed, face blank. He was rough, and Sophie flinched a little. She frowned, giving him a flirty, pouty look. “Noah, you hurt me.” Sophie’s makeup was perfect, her vibe pure s*x—anyone would call her a f*****g goddess. Noah’s brow creased. He thought of Ava’s bare face—not a stunner, but easy on the eyes. Sophie was drenched in fancy new Chanel perfume, but Noah’s mind went to Ava’s clean, fresh scent from before. He didn’t move. Sophie struck a hotter pose. “Noah, you coming or what?” She hiked up a leg, skirt sliding to show off legs men would kill for. Noah’s frown deepened. “Get down.” “What?” Sophie froze. “I said, get the f**k off the bed!” Noah barked. For some reason, thinking of Ava’s scent getting ruined by this chick pissed him off. “Noah, I’ve been running around all day—I’m beat. I’m not getting up,” Sophie cooed, throwing him a sultry wink. Noah didn’t budge, voice flat. “You get down, or I drag you down.” He wasn’t messing around. Sophie paused, then giggled and slid off all sexy-like, reaching for his neck. “Noah, we—” He grabbed her hand, shoved her into a chair. “Sit your ass down.” Her eyes gleamed as she purred, “Okay, whatever you want.” “Moan,” Noah said, lounging back on the sofa, cool as hell. “Huh?” Sophie blanked. “Moan what?” “Fake it. Can’t you?” Noah raised an eyebrow.