Petty Rage
Westbrook Blues Book 4
Thandie
Petty Rage, A Westbrook Blues Novel
Copyright © 2021 by Thandiwe Mpofu
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First Edition, August 2021
Edited by Sarah at All Encompassing Books
To the girls that keep fighting; for their lives, for their families, for the eternal raging inferno that is the love of their souls… don’t apologize for being petty.
Especially when it’s well deserved!
Don’t let these men try you!
Be petty!
Contents
Synopsis
Playlist
Author’s Note
Prequel
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
THE END
Untitled
Stay Connected
Afterword
Books by Thandie
Synopsis
No half measures. No in-betweens. Just two angry extremes with disaster in our very near future.
Noah
She’s hellishly smart.
Cunning.
Stormy.
Rebellious.
And overly pathetic.
One lingering look and I wanted her. A single laugh at her quirky, smart-mouth and I was done for.
But just underneath her unimpressed gaze as she looked at me, was a calculating deviant that I failed to notice until it was too late.
So now, after a forever of hating her from a distance, I now have a pretty good opening to make her pay in kind and finally knock her out the damn game.
After all, at some point, even ‘good’ guys turn into rugged, devilish beasts.
A beast of her own making.
Kim
He’s everyone’s favorite beautiful, reckless, daredevil.
But no one really knows him. Not as well as I do.
They don’t see the rage simmering just behind every smile or the pain engraved in every joke he tells.
So how then will anyone see that he’s no longer the sweet guy I met but is now the devil with a wicked smirk?
Strike one, I lied to him.
Strike two, I fell for him.
But strike three? I believed he was still the same as before.
He wasn’t.
The blue fairy now grants dark nightmares.
Playlist
Theme songs:
“Circles” –Post Malone
“Waiting Game” –BANKS
Playlist
“Undrunk” –FLETCHER
“Rude Boy” –Rihanna
“I Don’t Exist” –Olivia O’Brien
“Life Is Worth Living” –Justin Bieber
“Jealous” –Labrinth
“Lost Boy” –Ruth B.
“Naked” –James Arthur
“Bed of Lies” –Nicki Minaj
“When The Party’s Over” –Billie Eilish
“Hostage” –Billie Eilish
“Fool for You” –Zayn
“Rebel Beat” –The Goo Goo Doll
“Fire On Fire” –Sam Smith
“Feelings Fade” –Gnash, RKCB
“Liar” –LEON
“Better Now” –Post Malone
“Little Did I Know” –Julie Michaels
For more, check out the full playlist on Spotify
Author’s Note
Author’s Note
Listen! If you have triggers, this book is NOT for you!
If you can’t take dark themes, dark content & questionable anti-heroes, this is DEFINITELY NOT for you.
If you so much as need a warning, seriously, this is NOT FOR YOU!
Listen to the warning! Only you know what you can or can’t take.
It highly recommended to read Petty Rage after reading the reading the first books in the Westbrook Blues series so as to understand the playing field.
Start with:
Reckless Hate, #1
Vicious Hate, #2
Broken Hate, #3
Frosty Blues, #3.5 (very important novella)
Prequel
**From Frosty Blues, Westbrook Blues Christmas novella #3.5
Kim
Deciding to take a shower so I can feel somewhat human, I unpack and grab my shower bag. Then I strip out of my clothes and grab a towel to cover myself up.
When I walk into the bathroom, I’m not even shocked at the splendor of it.
Every inch of this cabin screams wealth and luxury. And I’m still that girl from the trailer park that can hardly believe I’m standing here, facing a large floor-length mirror which covers one wall, facing the large glass shower. There’s also a garden tub and then the armoire on the other wall.
“Damn,” I whisper. My sisters would love that tub. When was the last time they were in one? When I get home I need to find out if that bitch, the landlord’s wife, can get us a replacement for our trailer like I asked her a long time ago.
In my frustration I don’t notice the other door on the opposite wall.
I walk over to the shower, turning the water on to hot. I untangle my hair, releasing it from the tight bun I had secured it in when I woke up.
I don't even notice the door opening when I drop my towel and step in the hot shower.
I don’t notice the hooded figure now sitting down on the garden tub, watching me like a hawk as I lean my head on the wall, allowing the hot water to beat down on my skin, relaxing the tense muscles and the knots from the hard manual labor I do every single day just to stay alive and feed my sisters.
Reaching back for my shampoo, my hand smashes into soft wet material. With a frown, I look up and almost scream when I see Noah standing there, fully dressed, inside the shower with me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I gasp, my heart racing. “You almost gave me a fucking heart attack.”
He doesn’t say anything. He just watches me, that infuriating unreadable gaze raking me from head to toe, lingering on my heavin
g breath and then my pussy. He sees it all. Oh my God, he sees it all! Fuck!
With a little scream, I go to hide the scars and burns all over my body, but it’s a little too late. They’re big and so damn visible, the only option I have is to drop down and fold within myself, keeping my back to the shower wall so he doesn’t see the horror on my back. But that’s in vain, he’s already seen it all.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Noah’s voice is hard, terse, and so damn angry. I’m sure I’ve never heard it like that.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I demand hoarsely, and embarrassed. “Get the fuck out!”
“So that’s what you didn’t want me to see that night I fucked you in the dark?”
Oh God.
“Get out, Noah, I'm not messing around with you.”
To my horror, my voice is shaky, like I’m going to cry.
Don’t cry, bitch, this asshole doesn’t deserve to see you fall apart.
He doesn’t say anything though. If anything, he steps closer to where I’m crouched down, a position that triggers me to a point where I start trembling, fear slamming into me.
Suddenly, the hooded figure crouches down and I back away even more, my mind forgetting that it’s Noah and that I’m safe. Instead, my biggest enemy takes me to a dark place that’s all too real, I can’t breathe.
The hooded figure transforms into a mean face, dressed elegantly in a dark three-piece suit.
The devil is back.
“No, don’t touch me!” I croak, my throat refusing to work. “Don’t hurt me.”
“Kim,” the voice says but I move away, the hot water beating down hard on me, suffocating me.
He's back.
He’s going to punish me like he said he would.
He’s going to burn me like the last time and mom is not going to do anything about it.
“I didn’t do anything. I didn’t make any trouble,” I cry.
“Jesus, Kim! Snap out of it!”
The next thing I know, I’m being hauled up but I start fighting even harder. “No, don’t hit me!”
“Baby, it's me!”
It’s only when icy cold shards start pounding down on me that I snap out of it, my eyes adjusting to the here and now.
I see the glamorous large bathroom. I see that I’m not back there, in that trailer that reeked of sex, desperation, hunger, and the sound of my body being hit for hours.
“What the fuck was that?” Noah roars and I freeze, horror slamming into me. Did he hear that? Oh God, what did I do? “Answer me, goddamn it, Kimberly, what the hell was that?”
No, no, no. That didn’t just happen in front of him!
I groan, trying to push away from his embrace, but he holds me even tighter, refusing to let go.
“It’s nothing,” I whisper hoarsely, shame making my chest tighten in a vicious grip.
“You're a goddamn liar if you think I’ll believe that!” he bellows. “What the fuck was that? I’d never hit you, why would you say that?”
Oh God, why fucking why did my trauma have to jump out at me like that? In front of Noah no less?
“I said it’s nothing,” I whisper. “Let it go.”
I back away from him, but my body is still trembling. Not because of the cold water which he definitely switched on, but because my mind still hasn’t recovered yet.
“Kim...”
I look up at him, my whole body shaking.
I have no idea what he sees on my face but Noah sighs, his eyes now soft and understanding, a bit of pity seeping through. I huddle even closer, hugging my frame as I back into the corner of the wall.
I hear him suck in a breath. Then the next thing I know, he’s moving around.
The water goes from cold to warm. I watch him strip out of his own clothes with reckless abandon, his movements tight and impatient but still somehow flawless and smooth, like he is. Then he’s grabbing my shampoo and squirts some in his palm.
He looks at me, approaching me step by step, measuring my reactions as he gets closer.
“Let me take care of you,” he mutters hoarsely.
When I don’t move away, he’s right there, lathering my hair.
I’m in a daze as I feel his fingers inexplicably massaging my scalp in a way I’ve never been cared for before.
He washes my hair and soon, the rest of my body too.
Each time I look up at him, his jaw is clenched and ticking. He doesn’t say a word but his eyes, they’re gentle and warm as they hold my gaze.
I have no idea how it happens but soon, the ministrations of his large hands make my lower body tighten, heat pooling at my core.
My nipples harden like diamonds, advertising my almost embarrassing arousal, but Noah just smirks, washing them with measured tugs, twists, and pulls, drawing moans that I bite back.
He moves in closer, the suds of my body wash running down my wet body, but he never takes his eyes off of me.
The foggy darkness that had descended in my mind is soon forgotten by the time Noah’s calloused fingers reach my thighs with a singular intent.
Having Noah Montreal so focused on making me feel good is one hell of an aphrodisiac. I wish I could freeze this moment.
As soon as I feel his fingers there, right at my clenching core, I grow tense.
He’s on his knees, looking up at me. “It's just me, Kimmy,” he mutters softly, his voice hoarse and rough with lust and something else, sounding close to anger that’s flashing in his eyes. Is he angry at me? At how fucked up I am? “I will never hurt you.”
The whimper that escapes me frightens even me, because I can see that he means it, believes it in fact, but my God, does he know he's the only one who can hurt me more thoroughly than anyone else?
“You don’t have to,” I whisper.
“I want to,” he counters, lifting my left leg and slinging it over his shoulder. “You slapped the shit out of me, you drive me crazy but still I want to eat you out like you’re my last supper. Let me make you forget.”
“Noah...”
“Shh, baby, this I can give you, better than anyone ever,” he purrs softly. “No one but me, Kim.”
And with that, I feel his tongue on my clit and I jump.
He holds me down ignoring my cries, bringing me back to his waiting tongue that thrusts into my opening, and I swear I almost see stars.
Holy shit.
He eats me out like nothing else in the world.
Tonguing and flicking my clit. Then he plunges two fingers into me, finding my G-spot with an ease that speaks of a man familiar with my body when he’s only ever fucked me once, a night of lapsed judgement and impossible sadness.
I’m panting, ready to orgasm but he stops and looks up at me. “This is all I can give you. Tell me you understand.”
“Noah, I...”
“Tell me you fucking understand, Kim Possible.”
Tears well up in my eyes. I don’t understand. I don’t get how he can make me feel this way, save me from the edge of unintentionally remembered trauma and still treat me like he’d never forgive me.
“I don’t want to come if I can’t have you, Noah, please,” I cry and he sighs, his gaze hooded.
“I can’t give you any more of me, baby. You've already taken enough and left me crumbs that I can barely mold into anything that makes sense, Kim, there’s nothing left to even function.”
“I can’t function either! I’m a mess, but you can’t punish me forever. I had no choice!”
“But you did,” he seethes. “I told you every fucked up thing in my life. I told you how lies have twisted me up, Kim, I fucking let you in and you still...”
The raw pain in his voice. The anger flashing in his eyes. The rage wrecking through his body. I did all of that. Me.
“We’re both a mess, you proved that when you slapped me, but, baby I can’t.”
This is just too much.
“But you said you wouldn’t hurt me, did you lie?” I cry, pleading, desperate. He’s
the only one I've ever cried in front of. No one else and he’s destroying me, casting me aside. Like he isn't bothered.
“No, but you did,” he mutters.
“Noah…”
“I can make you come a hundred different ways in a hundred different positions but, Kim, you ruined me.”
The brazen hurt and pain in his eyes devastates me.
Tears run down my cheeks. It’s a pathetic image really. My pussy is exposed to him, with one leg over his shoulder. He’s on his knees in front of me, my body coiled tight ready for release but we’re breaking each other instead.
“Would you care if I tell you I ruined myself the moment I hurt you?” I whisper, with fat tears streaming down my face. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“Don't fucking say that,” he growls and then the next thing I know, he's licking my pussy and plunging three fingers in me, applying pressure to my clit. I come so hard, my vision darkens for a full minute.
He prolongs my orgasm, finger fucking me from one orgasm into another. He bites down on my clit and I come again, expertly navigating my body like a man who knows all about making a woman come.
“Noah,” I moan, but he pulls away just as quickly. Standing up, he pulls me into his wet body.
I feel his toned muscles hugging me to him, I can feel the difference in his body. He’s drinking sure, but something else is going on with him that I can't place. “Noah?”
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