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Quentin buried his head in her chest and held her tight, but Phoebe was beyond annoyed.

“Quentin!” she seethed.

Quentin pulled his gaze back to her face. “They’re worried I’m going to defile you or some shit,” he said, “I needed to give them something to hold on to, so they wouldn’t think I’m just going to love you then leave you.”

“Ugh!” Phoebe screamed, pushing off of his chest to stand on her feet. “This has got to be the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. So not only do my brothers dictate my life, you do, too?” She shook her head in frustration. “I seem to get no say into what happens in my life. Everybody is around here making decisions for me!”

“Phoebe, that’s not what I was trying to do.”

“But you did,” she screeched, “and I’m so sick of this.” She moved from standing over him, and Quentin rose to his feet.

“Where are you going?” he asked with his brows knocked together in a frown.

“Tell the truth, Quentin, you don’t have to spare my feelings.”

“You’re losing me here, sweetheart.”

“When I approached you in your gym earlier this month, you dissed me, like you couldn’t be bothered.”

“No, I didn’t,” he said.

“When we were in Nicaragua,” Phoebe continued, “I was butt naked laid out on a platter for you, and you dissed me again.”

Quentin sighed and gave her a stern look. “I did not diss you,” he said, but Phoebe continued her rant.

“Now you’re doing it again! I don’t understand. What, you don’t like virgins?!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Quentin said.

“Oh, I’m being ridiculous?!” Phoebe was too mad to pace herself. “You’ve gone and made another promise without so much as considering how I would feel about it! No one has! You know what.” Phoebe tossed her hands in the air. “Forget this; if you don’t like virgins, maybe I’ll go gain some experience, then try again, yeah, then maybe I can get you to touch me!”

Phoebe pivoted on her heels but didn’t make it a step before Quentin pounced, grabbing her with a fierce snatch off her toes. She yelped as the strength of his grip caught her between the exit and his towering presence. Her body slammed into the hard shell of his frame, and his fingers dug into her side as he held her against the stringent length of his erection. Phoebe’s arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, and her legs clung to his waist. Taking a few steps toward the nearing wall, Quentin pinned Phoebe into its solid base. Meticulously, his dark gaze roamed over the contours of her face, and he lifted a hand to grip her chin.

“You… are not going anywhere…” his deep voice growled. “So that you understand clearly, sweetheart, I don’t share what belongs to me. And, you… are… mine…”

He bit down on her protruding chin and a guttural sound drummed from his throat. Phoebe shut her eyes as her breathing quickened, and her body sizzled from the predatory claim he staked on her. Quentin’s other hand tread down Phoebe’s thighs and pushed her skirt upward. With a firm rip, he yanked at her pantyhose, shredding the thin fabric with ease. Phoebe’s body torched as his rough warm palms skidded up her legs between her thighs. With his mouth, he kissed around her lips as his fingers ran circles on top of her panties.

Phoebe panted softly as her pulse pumped faster. Quentin’s fingers found the corner of the thin garment, and they slipped inside, making contact with her clitoris. Phoebe’s breath caught in her throat, as his fingers roamed around the protruding bud while his tongue traced her mouth. Her heart hammered in her chest with anticipation of what he would do next, and when his tongue invaded her mouth, his finger followed, entering her essence with profound depth.

“Aaaah!” Phoebe gasped as her head fell back against the wall.

Quentin devoured her tongue, sucking it in as his finger grazed against her inner walls.

“Oooh,” Phoebe moaned, her body consumed by a nefarious heat.

A second finger entered her vagina, and Phoebe’s gasp turned into a musical note. “Aaaaah!”

Quentin dragged hot kisses down her jaw and suckled her neck. Phoebe moved against his fingers, her hips bucking slightly and grinding slowly with the tingling ache that pulsed inside her heated canal.

“Quentin…” she purred, so damn hot she was going to melt in his hands. “This is, this…”

“Don’t ever accuse me of not wanting you again,” he said. “I want you, Phoebe,” his fingers moved faster, in a slippery slow fashion, “so fucking bad that I’ve got a notion to tattoo my dick inside you.”

Phoebe’s eyes widened, and a lustful gaze fell over her face.

“I want you so damn bad, Phoebe, that I could literally tear you to shreds.” He kissed her chin while his fingers continued their pummeling cruise. “You turn me on in ways I’ve never known with anyone. Your fucking brains, your fucking beauty, your innocence is refreshing in a way that you could never understand. Right now, I want to keep you pinned against this wall and make love to you so hard, that when you come, you crawl into a fetal position and suck your thumb. I want to make you cry, scream, and rock like a mind-numbed mental patient delirious about what’s going on around you.” He licked his lips and increased the pumping inside her as Phoebe’s eyes nearly crossed with her mouth stretched wide. “You see, when I take you, I want you to be ready because if not, I might damage you, and that’s not being cocky, sweetheart, that’s being sensitive enough to give you a fair warning. Now…” his voice drawled. “Tell me again, how I don’t want you.”

Phoebe’s lips closed, except for the trembling of them. Her ears were heated, and her nipples painfully tight as they pressed against his solid broad chest.

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