Page 35 of Bonds of Obsession

And yeah, that mental image and that sweet fucking promise is going to push me over the edge right along with her.

“You’d take us all, wouldn’t you?” I demand as I start to come undone. “You’d let us fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight.”

“You know I would. I can’t… can’t wait. Fucking need you. All of you.”

I bury my cock inside her one last time, filling her up like I promised I would as I groan her name against her ear, not wanting it to end. Not yet.

“Fuck, mia cara. Your hot fucking pussy is milking me so good. Gonna fill you up.”

Her walls pulse around me as her body relaxes, and she lets out a shaky breath as she whispers, “Holy shit. Didn’t realize how much I needed that.”

I pull out slowly, and she makes a soft whimpering noise as my cock slips free. I turn her around to face me, pressing my forehead to hers.

“I think we both needed it,” I say quietly.

My release is leaking out of her, and I reach down to slide my fingers through it, capturing her mouth with mine as I slide my fingers back inside the wet heat of her pussy. “Want to mark you this way too. Always want to be sure there’s a part of me with you.”

Her legs are still shaky, so I help her over to the bed. She collapses onto the mattress with a satisfied sigh, and I follow, pulling her against my chest.

Her fingers trace patterns on my arm. “Remember what you told me that night? About your father?”

“Which part?” My hand slides up and down her spine.

“About how you’d never be like him. How you’d never abandon your family.” She props herself up on an elbow to look at me. “I believed you then. I believe you even more now.”

The memory of that conversation hits me hard. The way she’d listened without judgment as I spilled my guts about growing up with that bastard. How she’d understood exactly what I meant about breaking the cycle.

“Atlas is lucky to have you,” she says softly. “Someone who would move heaven and earth to bring him home.”

I draw back slightly, holding her gaze. The warmth and sincerity in her eyes makes my chest tight. “He’s lucky to have you too. We all are.”

Her breathing slows as she curls against my chest, and I pull the blanket over us both, tucking it around her shoulders.

“Stay,” she murmurs, already half-asleep.

I press my lips to her forehead. “Not going anywhere, mia cara.”

She nuzzles closer, her warm breath fanning across my chest. The rise and fall of her breathing matches mine, our hearts beating in sync. This is what peace feels like—holding her close, knowing she’s safe, protected. Where she belongs.

12

QUINN

I stare at my reflection,fingers trailing over the simple black tank top and dark jeans I’ve chosen. The little black dress hanging in my closet caught my eye earlier—it would fit right in with the Syndicate’s upscale aesthetic. But tonight isn’t about looking pretty. It’s about being ready for anything.

My hands are calm and steady as I braid my hair back tight against my scalp. Can’t have anything for someone to grab onto. The woman in the mirror looks collected and in charge. Like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

I feel almost as confident as I look, after the hours and hours we’ve spent planning and strategizing over the past couple of days.

Nico had maps and blueprints spread across the kitchen table while Killian ran through every possible scenario he could think of. We stayed up until dawn, two nights in a row, gaming out each potential situation. What if Ambrose shows up? What if he doesn’t? What if the Syndicate tries to double-cross us? What if Atlas isn’t even there?

I strap the gun under the waistband of my jeans, making sure it’s accessible but hidden. Another at my ankle. A garrote wiretucked into my belt. As long as I don’t have to strip naked again, everything should stay out of sight.

“Be ready for anything,” Killian told me, demonstrating different holds and breaks until my muscles ached. “But remember—best case scenario, we walk in, we make the trade, we walk out with Atlas.”

“And worst case?” I’d asked.

His eyes went hard. “Worst case, we take out as many of those fuckers as we can and burn the place to the ground.”

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