Page 93 of Quinlan

No answer. Only a whimper. A tortured one.

Her knees lock. Eyes pained.

There’s desire in them, but it’s overpowered by…

“You need to use the bathroom.” I’m a fucker. She’s aware of that.

She isn’t surprised then, when I grind myself into her again. Pressing myself to her lower belly. She just clamps her teeth on her bottom lip.

“Will you eat if I let you go?” I turn her head to the side, skimming my lips over her jaw. Tracing her soft skin until I reach her ear. “Will you admit how desperate you are for my cock?”

Her body is a mess. Shivering limbs and clenching thighs. And all of it is for me.

“Never.” The word is hardly a whisper.

She’s so tormented. So perfect.

“You will.” A plan forms in my head. It’s easy enough, after years of plotting, to come up with something on the fly. I pull back, grab her hand. “Come on.”

A relieved sigh escapes her. I’m sure she didn’t mean for it to happen. She has to resent me for this, for forcing gratitude out of her.

Another reason for me to relish it.

We head through the hall of the second floor to the guest bathroom. Rome, Liam, and I have private ones in our bedrooms. Quinlan doesn’t. With good reason.

At the entrance to the expansive bathroom, I switch the lights down low. Soft amber glow illuminates the marble floors. The freestanding white tub.

The toilet.

A tremor runs through Quinlan.

“Thanks, bye.” She yanks her hand from mine, flicking it in my direction. Shooing me away.

She won’t slam the door in my face this time. I’m faster than her. Hotter.

My fingers lock around her tender wrist, whipping her back until she’s flush against me. “You’ll eat later.”

“Fine. Leave.”

“I don’t think so.” I level her with a gaze. “You owe me something other than eating.”

“You…” Her lips pinch. Her face twists in agony. “I’ll tell you whatever after I go. Okay?”

“I wasn’t born yesterday, darling. Now.”

My free hand curls around her jaw, dragging her face to mine. Her agony is sweet, and I can’t help it. Can’t resist kissing her. I don’t hold back, licking a trail down the corner of her mouth and along her cheek.

“You’ll tell me your pussy has been desperate for me over the last few days.” I return my eyes to hers, both of us vibrating with need. “That you’re dying for me to take your virgin cunt. Me, or my friends. Or all of us together. Since we are sharing you.”

“Who gave you the right?” she groans, her frustration with herself out there for me to see. To taste.

“Know this, Quinlan. The more you lie to me, and yourself.” I swallow her snarl with another kiss. “The harder I get.”

“You’re sick.” Her fight against me is basically nonexistent. It hurts her to admit it. “Let me go or I’ll pee on the floor to spite you.”

“Nice try.” Someone else might’ve found her threat repulsive. Not me. Nothing about her could ever disgust me. “You can pee here, fine by me. I’ll put you on your hands and knees after that. Push your face until you lick the puddle dry.” I should shut up. Enjoy her embarrassment. But no. Of course I don’t. “I bet you’re used to it. Bet Rex did worse.”

The air whooshes next to my cheek before she slaps me. It doesn’t hurt.

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