Page 227 of Quinlan

Quinlan’s face and the location we’re at would be all over the internet.

Woman kidnapped in broad daylight.

Rex wouldn’t need to use his connections in the force to take her away from us. The internet trolls will do that for him.

I’m in no mood to charm anyone. Problem is, this wannabe vigilante with his phone is forcing my goddamn hand.

“She’s my…”My wife. She is, even though it can’t be proved. Neither of us has a ring on, and I doubt he’ll count my scar as one. He’ll be even more suspicious then. “She’s my girlfriend.”

He blatantly ignores me. Lifts the phone higher. “Miss, are you okay?”

Nosy fucker. I remove my palm from her mouth. Turn her to him, hugging her to me. I grin at the balding idiot who dares meddling in my business.

“This is a game.” When I pin her harder to my cock, Quinlan gasps. It’s a pleasured one, she can’t help it. I won’t complain, especially since it works in my favor. “We’re playing, aren’t we, darling?”

Her desire to break free is so overwhelming that I feel it through our clothes. Every breath. Every thought. The subtlest movement.

I. Feel. Her.

“Yes, honey.” Her voice is sickly sweet. Venomous. No one would pick up on the underlying annoyance in it other than Rome, Liam and me. No one. “I’m sorry you had to witness it, sir.”

The man’s unsure. Uncomfortable. A beat passes. He’s still looking at her, searching for signs of distress.

All I can think of isTake your filthy eyes off what’s mine.

That’s not the whole truth, though, is it? I’m not just mad. I’m throbbing.

Her legs would spread for me if I bent her over right now. A little spit, some stretching with my fingers, and I’d be able to push into her ass.

Sure, it’d hurt. Granted, every prick on the street would have front row seats to our show. But it’ll be worth it.

She’d cry. She’d beg for my forgiveness for running off and risking her life.

“Okay.” The stranger glares at me, judgmental as all fuck. “Okay.”

That’s it. He turns his back to us, and I haul Quinlan up in my arms. Her feet go up in the air.

“Damien, I—” Her hands rise to stop me. I still throw her into the passenger seat. She pushes the door open, her eyes mad.

I’m not having it as I glower at her. “Little captive.”

“No.”

I shove her inside, slamming the door in her face. She punches the window, and I smile at her. Cross my arms over my chest.

Her hands go to the handle, shaking it from the inside. When she realizes it’s locked, as does the window, she flattens her hands to the glass.

“Let me out.”

The smart thing to do would be to go inside the car and drive straight home. Away from prying eyes. Away from people who might record our interaction.

Then again…I’m a sick fuck. And she’s safe, in a way. The windows are tinted. People who aren’t as close as I am wouldn’t see her.

I do. I walk closer, casting my shadow over her.

Her gray eyes widen. “I was on my way to—”

“You’ve forgotten your place.” I can’t help it; I put my hands parallel to hers. “Good thing I’m here to remind you.”

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