Page 92 of Quinlan

How I fucking wish.

Rome, though. He’ll hate it. Force-feeding triggers him as much as food deprivation does. He loathes the idea of food being used to torture people.

He’s right.

So, here I am. Waiting for her.

My time will be up soon. Rome will be home in a couple of hours.

Steps. Feet padding softly on the carpet. Padding instead of stomping. Fuck, it’s adorable. I push from the wall to stand in front of her door.

I flatten my hand on it. I feel her in there.

Christ, this is everything. I want to spank her for withholding herself from me for so long. Need to bend her over and belt her gorgeous round ass. Pelt her worse than Rome had with his hand.

Her gentle padding, out of everything, spreads the sick urges in me to every part of my body. Behind my eyes. Through my blood.

My muscles flex. Breaths laden.

Quinlan keeps padding inside. Stops.

Then—

Dragging sound. Slow scraping. Granted, since every piece of furniture we bought her is expensive. Heavy.

Silence ensues right before the door opens.

She gasps when she realizes I’m there, my arms crossed over my chest. The flush burning through her cheeks makes my cock thicken.

“You.” Her scowl, my God.

“Yes, me, darling.” I uncross my arms, close my hand on the side of her neck. “Were you expecting anyone else?”

“No.” The red on her cheeks is brighter.

She’s alive. Fully present. The side of me that gets off pain and fear and all the things I’ve had to learn to hide. For years, I’ve been starving to have my hands on Quinlan. Do the worst and best to her.

She’ll take me. She’ll accept me.

She will.

“Truth is, I was expecting you.” Quinlan’s pulse rages. For me.

I’m goddamn throbbing for her.

“As in wanting me to be here, darling?”

“You wish.” Brave eyes stare back at me. “Expecting you as in expecting you to take a hint. I. Don’t. Want. You. Don’t want your food, either. Am I being clear, or are you too delusional to get what I’m saying?”

“You’re beautiful when you lie.”

“Well, you’re beautiful when you’re not being an asshole.” She gasps at her confession.

A heartbeat passes. That’s it.

I haul Quinlan to me, slamming her against the wall in the hallway. My cock drills into her belly, andfuck, that’s good.

“What’d you say?” I roll my hips.

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