Page 35 of Wicked Waters

I didn’t even get to finish the sentence, but it had the desired effect. He flipped me, dragging me into a kneeling position with my back bowed and my face in the pillow. Gathering my hair into a ponytail, he wound it around his hand, the other gripping my hip. A groan fell from his throat. “So fucking hot and all fucking mine.”

As soon as he said “mine,” he thrust inside me with one powerful movement that stole the breath from my lungs.

He fucked me hard and fast, pounding into me, tugging at my hair, his body so hot and hard against me. I braced my elbows on the bed, pushing back into him, needing this just as badly as he did. I wanted to still be able to feel him tomorrow. To have a reminder of his claiming of me.

As if he could read my thoughts, he gripped me harder. “You’re fucking mine.”

Then, he released my hair, his hand sliding under my body. One, two, three strokes of his fingers across my clit, and my orgasm hit me out of nowhere, sudden and so powerful that I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, consumed with this overwhelming wave crashing over me and dragging me under.

“Fuck. Quinn.” He thrust again, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot cum, marking me as his inside and out. I gasped for breath, collapsing down with him on top of me. “Quinn,” he breathed into my nape, his voice unsteady as we both struggled to get air into our lungs. He carefully rolled off me, easing out of me as he did so. I could feel his cum dripping out of me, and I rubbed my thighs together.

“What are you doing?”

I buried my face in the pillow, my cheeks heating. “I wanted to keep your cum inside me,” I whispered into the soft fabric. Because he was so close, his breath skating across my ear, he heard every word.

“Fuck, baby. That’s so hot. I’ve got a better idea, though. Roll onto your back for me.”

When I instantly complied, he gave me a slow, dirty smile. “Good girl. Lie back and relax. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Then, he used his fingers to fuck the cum back into me while he played with my oversensitive clit and got his hot mouth all over my breasts until I was coming again, falling apart on his fingers.

After that, there was nothing.

“Morning.”

I blinked until the figure leaning over me came into focus, amusement dancing in those deep blue eyes.

“Morning. What time is it?” I croaked.

“Early. Almost eleven.”

My eyes widened. “Eleven? That’s not early. How did I sleep so late?”

“I fucked you so good you needed a long recovery period, I guess. Remember how you passed out after I gave you your best orgasm of the night?”

I half-heartedly punched Roman’s bicep, and he laughed. “You can’t deny it, Quinn.”

“Okay, okay.” Rising into a seated position, I glanced down at my body, gasping as I took in the marks he’d left on me. “Roman. Look.”

His gaze went dark and hot. “Mmm. Yeah. I left my marks on you. Just like you left yours on me.” He pointed at his torso and then twisted so I could see his back.

“I did that?” I whispered, staring at the red scratches on his smooth skin.

“Yep, and I like it. Feel free to do it anytime you like. Do you like my marks on you?”

Did I like his marks on me? Yes, I did. I loved them. I wanted him to mark me up all the time so everyone knew I was his. But— “I love them, but how am I going to explain them? If anyone finds out that you gave me these and it gets back to my parents?—”

He leaned forwards, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Don’t worry about it now. We’re going to sort this out, I promise. Let’s go upstairs, shower, and get the others rounded up, and we’ll come up with a plan. It’s gonna be okay, Quinn. I’m not letting you go, no matter what.”

20

ROMAN

“It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

I glared at Tristan, aka my former best friend, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides.

“As much as I hate to agree with the head boy, he has a point.” Aria shot Tristan a look of distaste that would’ve amused me if I wasn’t so fucking pissed off with what he’d just proposed. “You don’t want anyone outside of this room to find out about this situation. As far as I know, Knox and Elena don’t have an open relationship. Me and Quinn are both straight, and it can’t be you, Roman, because you’re trying to keep your whatever you have going on with Quinn under the radar. So that leaves one person.”

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