Page 120 of Quinlan

“Let me see. You expected me to wait outside your room? You’re mad that I didn’t?” How dare he? He raised my hopes and crushed them even faster, and here he is, suggesting that I’ve missed him. “If you wanted me to climb inside your bed and wake you with my cock in your mouth, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”

Humiliation burns as hot as my arousal.

Anger triumphs them both.

Love you.

“Go to hell.”

He pushes my legs to the side. They stay there, since my brain isn’t functioning the way it should. I’m hot and angry and butthurt.

Rome takes advantage of that. With way too much ease, his hand is on my hip again and he yanks me to him. Forces himself between my thighs.

We glare at each other, our bodies touching. Two people caught in the eye of the storm. I smell the mint on his breath. See the darkness in him. The violence.

“Last chance.” His lips almost touch mine as his hand slides low. Down my jaw. Wrapping around my throat. “Or you’re going to pay for this. For withholding answers from me. From us.”

Taken. He’s taken.

“Okay, then.” He bites my bottom lip, and for one long second, I don’t fight back. To my shame, he’s the one to pull away from me. “You’ve earned this, sweetheart, what’s coming to you next. The pain. The tears. You’ll come and it’ll hurt. You’ll orgasm overand over until you beg me to stop. Fair warning, I will not. Is that what you want?”

Yes. “No. I don’t want you to touch me.”

“Liar.” His thumb trails dangerously close to the waistline of my jeans, and I gasp. “This is your last chance. Talk.”

“I thought you knew everything about me,” I spit out.

“If we could get inside your head, trust that we would.” His skilled fingers reach to the button of my jeans. Dragging the zipper down. Baring me to him. “Asking you is all I have to work with.”

“Interrogating me.”

His fingers tease the waistband of my panties. Promising me he’ll take me when and however he likes if I don’t answer him.

“Stop it.”

Rome’s lips graze my jaw, and fuck. My teeth lock. My body breaks in tremors.

“Why won’t you be a good girl?” His eyes rise to meet mine, his fingers pinching my clit through my panties. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”

He moves my panties to the side, pinching my clit again. I scream, and he doesn’t slam my mouth shut with his hand. He shoves two fingers down my throat instead. So deep that I gag. So deep that tears sting my eyes. Spit dribbles down my chin. My breaths are ragged.

Nothing’s stopping me from punching him. My hands aren’t tied. He isn’t holding me down.

I’ll do it. Right after I tell him he’s a cheating motherfucker.

“Fine,” I murmur, the word coming out garbled.

Rome drags his fingers out of my mouth. “What was it, pretty girl?”

“Pretty girl? I thought I wassweetheart.” I throw a punch at his chest. Nothing happens to this wall. Nothing. I go a secondtime. Third. Still nothing. “You got the nicknames mixed up, didn’t you? That’s how little you care abouther.”

For a moment, he’s stumped. Eyebrows knitting. Eyes searching my face.

“Oh.” A low, husky laugh. “Fucking adorable, sweetheart.” Understanding turns his features sharp and lethal. “You’re so fucking adorable when you’re jealous. Even if you’re dead wrong about it.”

Rome shoves his fingers into my mouth again.

This time, though, he’s grinning while he does.

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