Page 171 of Broken Dreams

For a moment terror hits me as I’m at a loss for words. Shit, is whatever it was that let my brain actually talk over? Am I going back to the silence?

Warm fingers grab hold of mine, and I gasp in a breath.

“Breathe,” he whispers. “It takes breath to talk,nena mia.Give me one little one.”

I want to tell him to fuck off for babying me, but my lungs loosen enough for me to suck in air.

“Fuck me,” I gasp.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea, but I have been enjoying watching you get fucked,” he says, amused.

I should pull away, but I don’t, leaving my fingers loosely linked in his.

“I went to the bathroom and someone jumped me,” I begin to explain. “She’s working with my father, and has been since I was fourteen years old when I first disappeared. In the struggle, my gun shifted so I couldn’t get a clean draw.”

“I’m getting you better gear,” he grumbles. “If you’re going to play Mafia Barbie, you may as well do it in a way that won’t get you killed.”

“Mafia… oh my God,” I hiss, annoyed as I pull my hand back. “I hope your dick falls off from having to jerk it so much, and you never find your orgasm.”

“Quinn!” Christian whisper yells, his hand grabbing my sweatshirt to keep me from leaving. “You take it back, little witch.”

“Don’t be scared,” I say slyly. “I’m sure you could lose an inch or two and be just fine. Ah!”

Christian yanks me toward him, and I have to twist my body in an effort not to fall on his gunshot wound.

“Fuck, are you okay?” I gasp. My legs are tangled together, my naked ass half on his strong thigh while his arm holds me tightly against his chest.

“I’m fine,” he rumbles. My lashes flutter at his voice, and I clench my thighs together. Nope, I just insulted his dick. I want no part of it.

Except that it's on my thigh, reminding me of exactly how thick and large it is.

“I see you need a reminder, so get your fill of it,” he murmurs. “Even after I’ve come twice while watching you, I’m still hard as fuck.”

I could blame omega pheromones during a heat, or his live porn, but he’s always been like this. It’s almost like old times where he’d watch, except I’m free now and he’s a very different man.

I can’t deny facts, even though I don’t know how to feel about it all yet.

“Tell me about this abduction in the bathroom,” he murmurs. “Please?”

“Riley and Sadie used to be friends of mine when I was a kid. At least, our parents always wanted us to be,” I sigh. “My father got them to convince me to ditch my guards at the mall and had people kidnap me that day. Tonight, Riley was working with some guy to get me to Bret. He told them that he was going to pay them after he left the mansion.”

“Highly doubtful they’ll see a penny, and now that they’re not just silly girls who were coerced into making a bad decision, their days are numbered,” he says. “Did you say Sadie?”

“Mmmhm,” I say, my head dropped onto his uninjured shoulder. “Why, are you going to tell me you fucked her?”

I don’t know where that came from or why it makes my lips pull back into a snarl. Why am I so jealous? Fuck. I’ve heard stories that they’re both alpha chasers, constantly trying to getfucked by them. Maybe that’s an unkind thing to believe, but I don’t care.

Riley tried to give me to Bret, and I don’t believe that Sadie wouldn’t sell me out given half a chance.

“I may have met Sadie at Celtic Knots, one of Corbin’s clubs,” he says gently. “I used her for information, not for her cunt. I can’t imagine touching anyone else. In fact, I haven’t ever since I met you sixteen years ago. There’s been no one else other than Linus.”

My brain feels like it’s short circuiting as I gaze up at him. All I can feel is the warmth of his body seeping into my skin, and hear the truth of his words.

“No one?” I whisper.

“You’ve both been it for me,” he murmurs. “All I can think of, the only two that I dream about. I will do everything in my power to make things right. Even if it means sitting in the naughty corner and playing the voyeur.”

“It’s not playing at anything if it’s true,” I say before I can pull back the words.